Regrets Of The Don His Beloved Novels & Stories

I walked to the coffin and slowly knelt down. Under everyone's gaze, I kissed the edge of the coffin. "Sophia, if you're really in heaven, please visit me in my dreams." "Tell me if you're doing well." My voice was broken like a child's. Whispers spread through the crowd. "Look, the Don loves the Donna to the bone..." "Never seen him like this before..." "Such a devoted man..." I smiled bitterly. Devoted? No, I was a bastard. If I really loved her, I shouldn't have coveted Isabella's excitement.

Jovina collapsed onto the floor heavily. She was on the brink of losing her mind. She pointed at me and screamed hysterically, "You bitch! What kind of spell did you put on him to make him so devoted to you? You said you'd marry him in my place back then. You did it on purpose! You wanted to steal my wealth, my status, and my man!" I looked up and wiped away my tears. Then, I looked at her calmly and said, "Who was it who cried and said she would rather die than marry the Don back then? Who said that even if she were to die, she would choose to die with her true love than to step into this mire?"

His voice brightened with desperate hope. "Then let me talk. Please. I sent Vivian away. I sent Luca away. I know I made mistakes. I know I hurt you. But I'm begging you, Sophia. Give me one more chance." "We can go back to how we were. I came here today to take you home." I pulled my wrist free. Stepped back. "Take me home? To what, Vincent? To watch you crawl into bed with Vivian again?" His face crumpled.

“We may be divorced, but I haven’t forgotten the past.” From the beginning of the party until now, the shock she had given him had made him extremely agitated. If things continued this way, he might fall ill.. Kira's mood took a nosedive. She felt ashamed. “Oh, so what’s your deal now? The thing you could have had but didn’t appreciate, and now that you’ve lost it, you’re regretting it?” “Amelia?” “Mr. Thiago, you’ve missed the boat. The things I once wanted to give you, you didn’t want it. And if you want them in the future, tough luck!”

“Isabella… I was wrong. I know I was wrong! I shouldn’t have bound you with those damned rules! I shouldn’t have doubted you! I shouldn’t have taken her side! I regret it! I beg you… come back with me! No more rules! No more restrictions! Do what you want, go where you want! I’ll give you anything! Just… don’t leave me… I can’t exist without you…” The Don of the Caruso family, a man whose word was law across the city’s underworld, was on his knees in a foreign airport, clutching at a woman’s coat like a beggar, pleading for her to look back at him. The spectacle silenced the terminal. Isabella’s body stiffened for a split second. Seeing his bloodshot eyes, hearing his ragged, desperate confe

After being reborn, I no longer stop the Don of the De Luca famiglia, Enzo De Luca, from bringing his pregnant first love, Mia Conti, home to take care of her. I personally annul our engagement, allow them to be alone together, and quietly withdraw from this love triangle. Everyone calls me weak and spineless for stepping down without a fight. Yet, in my previous life, I use my position as Enzo's fiancée to force Mia to leave. On her way home, she miscarries in a car accident and can never conceive again. From then on, Enzo hates me with every fiber of his being. Even after we tie the knot, he neglects me and even takes our child from me and entrusts the child to Mia. However, right bef

"To be honest, you're too proud, too brilliant. Sometimes, you even outshone me. "I only wanted you to learn restraint and how to be a low-profile donna. I admit my methods were wrong, but I never intended to hurt you. "As for Sofia and me, we were... closer than we should have been. But I swear, nothing ever crossed the line between us." His voice lowered, carrying a weary sincerity. "Give me one more chance, alright? I promise that this time, I'll love you the right way. "I prepared a surprise for you." The camera shifted, and a church decorated with blue roses appeared on the screen.

"A gift is a gift. Even if you repair the main piece, it's been worn by someone else. It carries her scent, her memory, her claim." I walked down one step toward him. "On the plane, you said once I walked off, I wouldn't be a Hart anymore. Congratulations. I walked off cleanly." He grabbed the hem of my coat. "I was wrong. I know I was wrong. I thought those things didn't matter. I thought you would never leave..." "No one waits forever." I stepped back, out of his reach. Kingsley came down the steps and put his arm around my shoulder. Possessive, but not rough. A statement more than a gesture.

My adopted sister, Bianca, screwed up. Big time. It was at a charity dinner. Hosted by the Vitiellos. The most powerful Mafia Family on the East Coast. She spilled hot coffee on the Vitiello boss's sister. Right into her eyes. Almost blinded her. Massimo went ballistic. He’s the cold-blooded Don who runs the whole damn coast. He wanted a hostage from our family, the Costas. Within five days. Or it was war. My mother grabbed my hands. Her eyes were red and filled with pain. “Bianca didn’t mean it. She’s terrified. She’s hiding in her room, shaking so hard she can’t breathe. Valeria, you're tough. You can survive this. Just go to Massimo for a few days. I swear I'll get you back.” My twin brot

The day my husband kicked me off the Rinaldi family council, Irene Costa was sitting in my chair. She had been engaged to his late brother. She was wearing my pearl necklace, and the brooch pinned to her chest was reserved for the Donna of the Rinaldi family. My mother had left me that necklace. I kept it in a safe, and the only person who knew the combination was my husband, Victor Rinaldi. He looked at me, his voice cold. "Irene is taking your place at tonight's South Port negotiation. When you learn to control your jealousy, I'll give you your seat back." No one at the table said a word. My pin, my necklace, and the South Port proposal I'd spent three months working on now lay in front of