Regrets Of The Don His Beloved Novels & Stories

"I'm not Miranda! I never betrayed you, and I didn't come here to steal anything. I came because I was scared, because I thought you might still care about me!" He didn't answer immediately, and the silence made me painfully aware of how desperate I sounded. I lowered my voice, trying to recover whatever dignity I had left. "I just want somewhere to stay for a while. That's all I'm asking." Ace stared at me for several seconds before shaking his head. "The man you remember died the night Miranda betrayed the Morello family. Whatever kindness you're hoping to collect from those memories, there's nothing left. You came to the wrong man for help, Maya." His jaw tightened as he added, "Non sono

"Well, he met and married a Korean woman who was tending his injuries. They fell in love and left my Lola to raise her daughter alone. The family doesn't want to discuss him, especially your Lola Vicky." It's no wonder Lola Vicky is bitter toward Tita Diana. She already had set a man for her to marry, and she took that trip to meet Uncle Jacob because her father left his wife and child for another woman. "So, make sure you marry him before he runs off with someone, and you have to raise two kids." "Mum," the shower stops as Don is done showering. "Don will never leave me." "How sure?" The bathroom door opens as Don steps out, letting the steams out as I stare at his glory. His rip-shiny body

“Carmen always remember this. “Don’s said lovingly, “I love Tio and I love you and I will always be there for both of you no matter what happens. “Thank you Don, for understanding after this visit there won't ever be any reason to contact him again and we can forget him completely. I told him determinedly. But secretly I was praying that he would be okay. As I did not want him to die. After all he is my first love with whom I shared my first kiss and lost my innocence to him. Even if we have separated I had good as well as unpleasant memories of him.

He did not want to die. This must be how his son had felt that day. Don regretted how things had ended up. If he could rewind time—just half an hour or so would do—he would have never tried to cross Javier. He would have listened to his old man and never even dared breathe in the same space as he did. He would have prostrated himself in front of Javier like a lowly servant if it meant that he could live. But his realization came too late. His fate had been sealed the moment he had thought Javier was just a doormat to wipe his boots on.

If you want respect you should show respect. Romero did not understand why he was so angry, ‘Just fucking spit it out old man I do not have time for your hysterics.’ ‘Romero you are not stupid, how could you treat her like this?’ He said with a sob in his voice, ‘What are you talking about?’ The Don snapped an icy finger tracing a path down his spine, ‘You have hurt so badly you fool, she thinks you don’t want her, that you sent her down to us to get rid of her. She believes you don’t love her and it has broken her.’

He ran his fingers through his tousled hair as his gaze moved to a photo frame resting on his desk. Inside was a cherished image of him standing beside his beautiful wife and their precious daughter, a snapshot of happiness that felt bittersweet. He gently brushed his thumb over Reina's smiling face, then lingered on the tender expression of his wife, a wave of regret washing over him. "I'm sorry, mi amor," Don Santiago murmured, a note of sorrow in his voice. Memories from the past suddenly flooded his mind, haunting him. Before his marriage with Reina's mother, for his pride as a Don, he had been entangled in an intimate affair with the daughter of a man who was deeply indebted to him.

She started to cry, and I could see all the pain in her eyes. "Do you know how much I wanted to be in your place? Do you know what I wouldn’t do to have his love? I would die to have what you don’t value. I’ll never understand why you did this to the best person in the world, betraying and hurting him. All I know is that I would never do that. I would never do this to you," Louyse declared, turning to Daon and staring at him, seeming to overflow with her feelings, and I felt terrible because she was right. "I would never do this to you. Between you and Jayden, I would choose you. Between you and any man in the world, it would always be you, Lee Daon, because I have always loved and still lov

This was his reason for being so obsessed with marrying her; she reminded him so much of his wife who had died of cancer 5 years prior and who he still missed terribly, and he was adamantly convinced that she had come back to him in the form of Mercedes, and so, he was hellbent on marrying her 'again' - in his mind. He was still reminiscing when a car sped through the gates and a few moments later, Sensi's voice began to be heard in the compound. "Where is he? That fuckin selfish old man! Where the fuck is he!!" Sensi had never shown The Don any respect, because Sensi hated everything about the Don - his motives, his decisions, his selfishness. Don Fabrizio sat still, knowing that it would o

He said and his grip on my hands loosened a bit. “I agree that it took me a long time to stop being an asshole, a godless crook. It took me a long time to realize that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. But now that I’ve finally realized it…” He let go of my hands and slowly went down on his knees. I watched him in confusion, wondering what he was doing and then I noticed his eyes were misty. He was about to cry. “… I want you to know that I regret ever rejecting you.” He said. “I regret ever neglecting your love. I regret ever yelling at you and tormenting you.” He was already shedding tears now and seeing him this way touched me in a deep way.

There was no turning back now. I stood there, watching her for a moment, searching for something—anything—that would make me stay. But the words refused to come. Instead, I turned and walked away, leaving behind the only woman I had ever loved. As I drove back to the mansion, I waited for a sense of relief. But it never came. The weight in my chest grew heavier with every passing mile, a suffocating reminder of what I was losing. No, this wasn’t a relief. It was a regret. Pure, unfiltered regret.