Regrets Of The Don His Beloved Novels & Stories

My aunty added as she wiped my tear away, "Ok Aunty, what do you want me to do?, Don won't take me back in fact he's back to his old womanising attitude of many ladies every night", I said to my aunty who hugged me as I burst out crying, "I regret not accepting him back, Aunty, I regret telling him I have a boyfriend, I miss Don so much Aunty", I said to my aunty who was hugging me tightly as I was crying profusely,

"All right, I'll take you to him." Rita escorted her to Don's study, where he was conversing with his two sons. He dismissed all of them upon their arrival, and she remained with him. "I guess you struck a chord with my fiery wife." "She is actually a nice woman, a woman who adores you and will go to any length for you." "Is that correct?" "So, forgive her for all the evil deeds she committed in the past. I believe she regrets them every day." "I've forgiven her a long time ago."

“You seem to be in the mood to talk to me," "I've always wanted to talk to you, sweet cheeks,” He said. “You were-you were just always all around Don," "You didn't look happy the other day when he- uhh-when he-," He completed her sentence. “Announced your marriage? Yes,” He breathed out. “I wasn't happy about it," "And now?” She asked. “You’re still not happy about it?" "Obviously," Her heart skipped. "Why?" "Because he isn't for you, sweet cheeks,” He sighed. “Look, I know I sound like a betrayer or something, but truth is, I care about you a lot. Don was never trained for love. He won't ever love you. You’ll only get yourself hurt,"

She grinned. "A man who fights this hard for a woman would never give up on her. I knew it. And that, my dear, is the real weakness of love. It’s dangerous. It makes people stupid." A knock came from the door. Valentina didn’t flinch. She set her glass down, turning toward the door. A man stepped inside, dressed in a sleek black suit. He bowed slightly. "Donna, the Don is here." Valentina’s smile widened. She turned to me, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Showtime."

Andrew threatened, looking at her father in scorn. Ashley looked around with her eyes, wondering why Jordan wasn't anywhere to be found. “Please Andrew don't hurt my dad,” Ashley pleaded, her eyes watering as she looked at her dad. Knowing how stubborn Hamilton was, he wouldn't back off easily. “I can't believe I trusted you with my daughter, you animal!” Hamilton said, looking at him in disgust. Andrew wrapped his arm tighter around Ashley gently. “You can still trust me, I just regret I didn't make her mine when I had the chance,” Andrew expressed his regret as he caressed Ashley under his touch.

Leona spoke quietly, "Since you have a headache, you'd better go to the hospital. Last night, after dinner, I went to the second district to be with Dona, where Archie went and what he did, I don't know. Oriana, I really feel sorry for you because of our love in the past. You said that Archie still loves you from the past, so you should take the initiative to overcome it yourself. I can't help you with anything else." After saying that, Leona pulled Dona up and left. Dona said angrily as she left, "You're too kind! So what if she's dying? Can all the exes in this world turn around and steal other people's husbands while they're dying?" Leona's eyes twinkled with tenderness as she heard Dona'

He laughed again, bright and beautiful, like a real Angel. Tony watched him go, already counting the days. The Don stayed behind. But his heart just boarded a flight. To America. **

he paused, his expression hardening, “—lover.” I flinched, the accusation hitting harder than I’d expected. I wanted to scream, to tell him the truth, to make him understand. But I knew it would be useless; he’d already made up his mind. The man standing before me was nothing like the one I’d once loved. This man was bitter, cold, a stranger. “So, what is it you want from me?” I demanded, my voice breaking despite my best efforts. He looked at me, his expression hard and unyielding. “I want you to do what you should have done years ago. Perform your motherly duty.” He stepped closer, his eyes dark and filled with contempt. “Donate your marrow to save him.”

"Then you'll spend your life wishing for death but never reaching it." "No! Anthony—you can't! Just kill me! The Elysium incident had nothing to do with me!" The Don did not listen. He turned and left, returning to the manor above. His eyes burned. He wanted to ask his brother's spirit if he had found peace… if he had regrets. But what came out was an apology. "Mabel… I'm sorry. "Please don't be dead. Let me repent before you. Please."

“You are worth more than ten of me.” Vivian shook her head violently. “Stop talking like this. You are not dying. Do you hear me? You are not dying.” He smiled again, softer this time. “I have no regrets.” His gaze lingered on her face with aching tenderness. “Except one.” Her sobbing quieted into ragged breaths. “I regret not meeting you sooner,” he said. “I regret not telling you every day how much I love you.” My throat tightened painfully. Tears blurred my vision as I pressed trembling fingers over the cursed mark, still trying to fight it, still refusing to surrender. Silver light flickered weakly against the black stain and vanished each time.