Regrets Of The Don Novels & Stories

I watched him cry like his heart was breaking, yet I felt nothing. "And my stomach," he began with a bitter laugh. "I started living the way you used to. Skipping meals. Drinking ice water. "Every time the pain gets so bad that I'm rolling on the floor, I wonder if it was a hundred times worse when you were hemorrhaging while carrying our child. "Alessia, I was wrong. I was so wrong…" The once-feared mafia Don cried like a child. Day after day, he punished himself in ways that bordered on self-torture. But there was no medicine for regret.

He looked at me like he was searching for something-a crack, a weakness, a reason to believe I didn’t mean it. “I regret every moment with you,” I said. My voice was calm, but every word cut deep. “Every single one. I regret trying. I regret loving you. I regret begging. I regret offering you everything and getting nothing back. I regret wasting three years of my life on someone who never saw me as anything more than a business transaction.” My voice didn’t shake. “I regret all of it, you asshole.” Damon’s face changed. His mouth twitched, his eyes flickered. For a second, I thought I saw pain — real pain — but it didn’t matter anymore.

"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

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

He searched my eyes for anger, for regret, for anything. There was nothing. Just calm. "Fine." He laughed bitterly. He grabbed the red invitation from my tray and crumpled it into a ball. "Serena, once you walk off this plane, you're no longer a Hart. If you run into any trouble in Paris, don't expect me to help." "That's exactly what I want," I said. He turned and strode toward the door.

The glorious was an irony. All three of them crashed heavily with their knees on the ground, staining it with their blood and sweat and I stared between with a mixture of emotions. — Anger, disappointment, and readiness. I raised my hand and the hall went silent at once. I brought my hand back down to realize there was one sound that hadn’t gone quiet. The sound of Ralph growling. I smiled again. “I don’t regret anything! I want you to know this Isla!” Ralph bawled, struggling against the chains that were retraining him. “You deserve to die!”

Jaxon said sadly, "I never wanted it to come to this." People quickly gathered and some took Don away, back to their camp, where they tended to his injuries and tried to bring him back to consciousness. Jaxon was left standing alone on the road, his heart filled with grief and regret. He felt guilty, knowing that he had unintentionally contributed to Don's worsened state. He picked up Don's staff again and clenched the wood in his hands. Don was going insane, but was he really? Was it paranoia, schizophrenia or was he saying the truth?

" I ordered them to delete that scene from the footage. I'm sorry, I need to do that. It was really a pathetic thing to do but I have to. Even that will make you a liar. I really thought I was doing that to protect our family, but I was absolutely wrong. You, Travis, Alfonse, my wife and my granddaughter suffer because of me. " The Don's eyes turned watery at the mention of his beloved wife. His wife finds out everything and is struck with deep sorrow. She suffers depression that makes her health deteriorate. Before she's gone, he wished for her husband to be able to make amends of what he's done and to make everything right and make their family happy again. But the Don couldn't do it.

Jason pressed, "Wouldn't you want to get to know him?" Don's gaze remained fixed on his plate, his fork pushing food around listlessly. "Why would I want to know someone who abandoned my mother and didn't want me in the first place?" His voice was void of emotion. Jason exhaled sharply. "Sometimes, people—" "It’s too late for apologies!" Don’s chair scraped against the floor as he pushed back and stood abruptly. His jaw was tight and his eyes flashed with something between anger and hurt. "It's too late for apologies," he continued. “That kind of abandonment is beyond embarrassing, and saying sorry now would be meaningless."

Alcina saw it and their reactions, ‘Quindi si tratta di questo, il grande Don non c'è più, questo eNoame relitto jibbering che si incazza, questo è il tuo futuro? Sei cieco? Chi di voi sarà la sua infermiera che lo pulirà come un bambino? Bene? Voi sciocchi, è pazzo non riuscite a vederlo? Non hai alcun cervello? I Miei uomini sono fuori, nessuno di voi se ne andrà vivo. Metti giù le tue pistole e liberami o muori’ [So it comes to this, the great Don is no more, this huge jibbering wreck pissing himself, this is your future? Are you blind? Which one of you will be his Nursemaid cleaning him up like a baby? Well? You fools, he is insane can you not see it? Have you no brains at all? My men a