Regrets Of The Don His Beloved Novels & Stories

"I just think… he might truly regret it." "He deserves it," Damian's voice was devoid of emotion. "When he publicly rejected you two years ago, did he consider your feelings?" "Now that he regrets it, why should you forgive him?" "Elena," Damian cupped my face. His kisses landed on my brow, my nose, my lips. "You are my Luna, my only one." "You don't need to worry about anyone else's feelings. As long as I'm by your side, you can do whatever you want." "Understand?"

"I spent two years believing I had watched it fall and hadn't moved fast enough to catch it." The kettle began to heat. The kitchen was very quiet. "You didn't fail in December," Ernest said. His voice was low and entirely certain. "You were exactly what you should have been. I was the one who was — I was the one who was somewhere else." "You were being kept somewhere else," Don said. "Partly," Ernest said. "And partly I chose to stay there. Both things are true." Don turned around. He looked at Ernest across the kitchen. Ernest looked back — and his expression was the thing Don had been seeing in fragments for months, now complete and visible: regret, full and undefended, not performed or m

"You should have done what they told you. You should have left the country. You should have just died." "Some used-up whore is going to be the Donna? It's a joke." The old Don frowned and signaled for someone to close the door on her. I trimmed a cigar for him and handed it over. "I hear you like Cohibas." He took it. Lit it. The red tip lit up his face in flickers. After a while: "I underestimated you. That was my mistake. Did you come back to take your revenge?" He looked up. Smiled. "Don't let money blind you. This estate is built on bones. Hundreds of them."

Only his eyes remained the same, calculating and patient. “You should be in a grave,” I said coldly. “Not walking around with the living.” He laughed as if I had offered him a clever joke. The sound scraped against my nerves. I shifted Liora’s arm more securely over my shoulders and turned toward the exit. We had taken three steps when he spoke again. “I hear the great Don is having trouble remembering who he is these days,” he said, his voice light and poisonous. “Identity can be such a fragile thing.”

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself, but I realize now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think, but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my comp

She slid a seven-figure check across the table without bothering to pretend it was anything other than what it was. “This is enough for you and your mother to live comfortably for the rest of your lives. All you have to do is leave Dante.” I said no. She studied me for a long moment, the way you look at something you can't get rid of, then stood up and left me with one line: “You'll regret this.” When Dante found out, he got down on his knees in front of me and held my hands. “Two more years, Mia. When I'm officially Don, every single person in this family will call you their Donna.”

"Because I married your sister?" He thought the person sitting in the car was Sofia. To comfort her, he had waited here since before dawn, completely oblivious to everything being wrong back at the estate. "It's a debt I owe Alessia," he continued. His voice, usually so steady, was tight with restraint. "I failed her once. I won't fail her again." Hidden in the darkness of the car, I stared at the road ahead, saying nothing. "I'm sorry," he added, his voice softening. "I couldn't convince the Don to take back the order. To send you to that madman."

After successfully completing the mission, I return to my original world. I awaken from my vegetative state to find my now-grown children waiting at my bedside. My husband pulls me into a tight embrace. My parents and mother-in-law are overcome with tears of joy. Just as I'm about to say goodbye to the System and choose to remain in my original world, a woman who looks almost exactly like me pushes open the door. My children rush over to her, calling her "Mommy" affectionately. Everyone looks at me awkwardly. The woman gives me a provocative smile. I stop the System. "Let me think about whether I want to stay here."

My dad had been conned by three women in his lifetime. The first broke his heart. The second left him bankrupt. The third got him killed. The day I buried him, I swore I would never make the same mistakes he had. When Eloise Russell asked whether I was interested in becoming her kept man, I pulled out a contract and started negotiating my price. One of her best friends laughed and said, "Traditional gold diggers pretend they don't care about money. They play hard to get so they can squeeze out more later. The new generation just puts a price tag on themselves right away. Now that's smart." I ignored the sarcasm in her voice and focused on calculating how long it would take me to save en

When Matteo Morandi divided up the territories, he let my cousin, Chloe Serra, choose first. As always. One was the deep-water port, a gold mine and our safest territory. The other was a stretch of abandoned, crumbling docks in the slums, where rival crews often traded gunfire. For the first time, I stepped forward before Chloe could choose. I pointed to the deep-water port on the map. "I want this one." Matteo rested a warm hand on my shoulder. His voice was gentle, but his words were cruel. "Chloe can't handle the slums. She needs to be in the safest place we've got. "Celia, the slums are more your speed." I was so angry I laughed out loud, but I didn't argue. Instead, my clenched fists sl