Regrets Of The Don His Beloved Novels & Stories

I was hooked the second I laid eyes on him. “Layla,” the old man waved a hand in front of my face. “You sick? You’re a million miles away.” I glanced down at the gun in my hand, and realized I’d jammed the magazine into the wrong weapon. He saw right through me, a knowing grin on his face. “So. My grandson Rico. He’s easy on the eyes, huh?” I shook my head, trying to snap out of the stupid thoughts swirling in my head. “You’re a good kid, Layla. Folks like us? We never know if death or tomorrow’s coming first.If he would like to settle down with a steady, good girl like you for a quiet life. That’s no bad thing.”

Helena… I was wrong… I'm sorry…" Blake clutched the cold screen and collapsed to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. He slapped himself again and again, until his face swelled and bled. For six years, I had taken blades for him, bled for him, cooked for him, and left the lights on for him late into the night. Every memory cut into him like a blade. … It was too late. There was no cure for regret in this world. A love that came too late was worth less than dirt.

of his raised every hair on my body. "Start over?" I laughed coldly. "For those whole five years you were tangled up with Romina behind my back. Start over from what, exactly?" I stared into his eyes and said it word by word. "Go back to being your mistress? Back to being your kept canary?" The color drained from Orlando's face. "You said it yourself, esteemed Don, Don Hale. Ahead of love comes the family's interests." "Romina's the one worthy of standing beside a Don. Not me."

"So she's the traitor from back then. I didn't even recognize her in that getup." "The Don treated her so well, gave her endless riches, and she went and sold out the family anyway. She walked him right into the enemy's trap. He nearly died." "If the Donna hadn't caught the leak in time, the Castellanos might have been wiped out." "Tsk, she had it coming. A woman like that, forget paying, I wouldn't take her even for free." I listened to their grating words, my chest heaving. Because I'd come today only to do the job my boss assigned me, not to stand there being priced and judged.

“It was a long time ago. But every day, I regret making the decision of not being accepting of his past. It was overwhelming then, almost suffocating. But the regret that came after was even worse.” I listened to him without judgment. His eyes turned misty with tears of regret. “I would hate for you to live in regret too.” His tone hardened as his gaze snapped back to me. “No possible past can surmount the love of a partner.” Love. The word sat heavy on my chest and on my mind. I didn’t love Diego, but I didn't say that. Do I love Diego? I couldn’t answer that. He made me laugh with his twisted humor, and stuck out for me, he made me comfortable and safe, even when he never had to. But that’

She was still young in it, her eyes not yet eaten away by grief. Daddy ran his fingers over the photo, and his tears fell, landing on the frame. After thirteen years, he finally wept for her, tears of regret. But through that thin pane of glass, she couldn’t feel them. Thank God she couldn’t. “Isa, I never imagined it would turn out this way.” “I was a fool back then, and I cheated on her, but I still had love for your mother.” “What Don doesn’t have a string of mistresses? I only made the mistake any ordinary man makes.”

Five years of marriage. One carefully planned con. When Federico pushed Evelyn Gambrelli away with cold words and divorce papers, she thought her whole world had collapsed. Her father went to prison. Her mother died. Her husband became the new Don of her family. And she had been nothing more than a pawn in his game of revenge. "You never loved me?" she asked. Federico looked at her, his eyes perfectly calm. "Never. It was all a lie." Five years ago, he'd sworn at the altar to love her forever. Who could have guessed that every passionate vow he made was a lie? When Evelyn "vanished" in a deliberate plane crash, taking the secret of her twins with her, that cold-blooded man lost his mind. He

Day three of the silent treatment. My husband Adrian Veta, the Don, once again went behind my back and approved Mirena Ricci's deeply flawed port logistics plan. He thought I would argue my case as I used to do at family meetings, but I merely responded faintly. When he saw that, he handed Mirena the docks I had spent years managing and dismissed several men who had openly supported me to establish her authority. Still, I did not fight back. Mirena smugly leaned against him. "I told you that she'll learn her place once you neglect her. She can't bear to leave you." Adrian agreed wholeheartedly. That evening, he made a rare visit to the estate, promising to give me management of the Wes

"So you haven't been loving me properly all this time? " "No and I remembered Juan last night." " You do ? " " Yes and now that I have three kids of my own I regret what I did ." " what did you do ? " "Promise me you'll still love me and stay after what I'm about to tell you ." " I married you didn't I ?" " Do you regret the decision you made." " After spending time with Juan ... I don't regret my decision. I'm just questioning the love I believe I ."

“You don’t get to demand a place in our lives just because you feel guilty now. Guilt isn’t love, Alex. And I won’t let my son be a casualty of your regrets.” His expression shattered, but she didn’t let herself care. Not this time. “Goodbye, Alex.” And with that, she walked past him, leaving him standing in the shadows of the life he had lost. "I know I could have handled things better, and I deeply regret not being smarter about it. I also knew there was a chance that Jasper was mine, but fear made me turn a blind eye to the possibility. It was selfish and easier to believe you had an affair with someone else.