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“We…actually…she signed a one year…” But the Mafia Don cut him off impatiently. “I know all the f*cking sordid details about your contracts, boy.’ It was St Just’s turn to look away, flushing darkly. The Don watched them, his gaze hooded he went on, his voice softer, “When I was young, I made a million mistakes.” His face bore a faint regret as he looked back into the past. But he growled, continuing as he sat forward, eyes on his hypnotised audience,

A small, knowing smirk crossed his lips as he turned away, his gaze lingering on the empty road. “History just repeats itself,” Don Grego murmured to himself, his voice barely above a whisper, but there was a sad fondness in it. He saw the reflection of his younger self in Norwan—the same fire, the same desperation, the same fight for love. And now, just like in the past, it was a battle that could change everything. He shook his head and chuckled softly, almost as if he couldn’t help but admire the passion with which they fought for what they believed in.

“Il rimpianto è la cosa più dolorosa che puoi affrontare nella vita. (Regret is the most painful thing you can go through in life.)” Don Fabio nodded repeatedly as he continued to listen to Seth's words uninterestedly. “Non sono qui per iniziare una guerra, ma per darti una possibilità di riscattarti, Fabio. (I’m not here to start a war, but to give you a chance to redeem yourself, Fabio.)”

The old Don's anguish brought back memories of the days when Grant taught me to shoot, when he took bullets for me. But he himself had buried those memories long ago. Grant knelt on the floor, letting the cane fall on him without resistance. "Grandpa... I was wrong... I was so wrong..." "Wrong?" Tears welled in the Don's eyes. "She's dead. What good does saying you're wrong do now?" "You were blinded by that bitch, poisoned by your prejudice against the girl you grew up with!" "Are you satisfied now? She's never coming back!" The old Don wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. "That poor girl. Her grandfather must be turning in his grave."

He had never regretted his chaotic life, not until Mary, the child born of his love with his only lawful wife, was believed to have died at sea. Regret gnawed away at his life, little by little. How fortunate it was that the child was still alive. “Mary… please… forgive me…” He exhaled softly. His eyes gradually grew calm as he accepted the end of his life. “I want… to be with your mother…” A brilliant light flickered in Lord Don’s tranquil eyes as he turned toward another world, one where the woman he loved was waiting for him. The rain had stopped falling. And Mary Salvaria officially became the new Don of the Salvaria family.

The untouchable Don now had gray hair, and exhaustion etched deep into his eyes. His gaze shifted from me to Luna, taller and older now. His eyes reddened instantly. "Alessia... Luna..." Lorenzo's voice cracked as he said our names. He walked toward us, one slow step at a time. When he was still about ten feet away, his knees gave out, and he sank to the ground. The Don, who had once called all the shots, was now on his knees, with everyone watching. "Ho sbagliato, Alessia. Lo so. I've spent three years trying to find you, and I've regretted what I did every single day. I should never have let my hatred take over, nor should I have believed Eliana's lies.

He looked at me with an apologetic expression. "Isabella? What are you doing here? Your injuries haven't healed yet." He tried to reach out to me to steady me up, but I shoved him aside at once. I pushed my phone toward him, my eyes filled with despair. "Vincenzo Cursley, if there's one thing I regret the most in my entire life, it's having met you!" Vincenzo was taken aback by my declaration. However, when he saw the contents on my phone screen, the blood immediately drained from his face.

, What would become of her “You know I don't allow you to cry” The Don said, he wasn't angry or upset, rather he had a soft expression on his face “How can I not cry when you are telling me you will be dead in three months?” She asked her voice breaking down “Don't cry too much, with how strict I am about you, am sure you are glad. Now you can do whatever you want once am dead* he said with a laugh “I don't want to do anything, I just want you in my life” she wrapped her arms around him and cried, The Don patted her back

“Why would she ask to see me of all people?” “Because Sophia is an angel from the sky. She still thinks of monsters like you even in pain.” I smiled sadistically, “The way you speak of me, you would think we weren’t married at some point.” He stared at me through the rearview mirror, “Of all my regrets, marrying you was my biggest one.” His words stung more than they should. “You know, even though you’ve hurt me to the point of no repair, I wouldn’t even say what you just said—especially to your face.”

His gun was still at his hip. "You can shoot me and drag my corpse back with you," I said, my body trembling but my voice steady. "Otherwise, I'm not going anywhere." I would rather die than go back to him. He seemed to finally understand. "Why? Why have you changed?" "Because I regret it," I said, the shadow of my first death chilling my bones. "I wish to God I'd never joined the Blackthorn family. I wish to God I'd never met you."