Regrets Of The Don Novels & Stories

Regret flashed in his eyes, and his voice turned urgent. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! It's my fault, Mari! I know all of this happened because I was reckless! I won't do it again, so please, forgive me this one time." A wave of helplessness washed over Maria. She was afraid he would lose sight, too. However, she knew Richard would never change. He would always charge ahead on his own. She shook his hand off and looked straight at him. "Do you know how I felt when I sent Eleanor away and watched her pay for what she did? I was not just happy, but I was lost too. If she has paid for what she did, what about you?

"Good thing Stella came to her senses; otherwise, she'd be regretting this for the rest of her life." I had suspected something like this, but hearing the truth hit me like a slap in the face. I couldn't stop the fury bubbling up inside me. "I never knew you were this sentimental," I said sarcastically. "You can make the same promise casually to different women. Aren't you worried about bigamy charges?" Lorenzo's pride was shattered. He charged at Lynn, grabbing her arm. "Are you out of your mind? I've been taking care of you for so long, and now you're trying to ruin my life? Do you think I won't hit you?"

"What makes you think I'd stay in one place waiting for you forever? "What if another guy who looks like Xavier shows up? Are you going to relive your regret and put on the same act again?" Upon hearing that, she lowered her head. After a long while, she asked, "So, you really don't love me anymore?" I paused, turning to look out the window. When one experienced disappointment again and again, they just couldn't love anymore. "No, I don't," I answered. The moment I said that, she finally deflated. "Fine. We'll finalize the divorce tomorrow."

Each step felt like it landed directly on his heart. When I reached him, I removed my mask. The face that had once been sallow and haggard now glowed with health and vitality. "Long time no see, ex-husband." I smiled, but my eyes were cold as ice. "Ex-husband?" Domenico looked like he had been struck by lightning. His face turned deathly pale. "Lucia, I know you hate me. You can get revenge however you want." He dropped to his knees, ignored the stares of everyone around him, and grabbed the hem of my dress. "Just come back to me. Everything in the Calvetti family is yours. I'm yours too! I can be your dog or your slave. Just don't leave me again!"

Otherwise, I was almost not even known by the workers so my word holds no value. The only person who could stop them was out of the country and that person was grandpa Howard. The lights of the theatre came on and I could feel the needle injected in me. I thought about the baby in my womb, “I'm sorry baby, I am such a useless mother, I couldn't even protect you”. If there is anything like a second chance, I promise myself never to fall in love so easily because right now, all I could feel was regret at loving the wrong man.

“She’s pregnant.” “I know.” “You told me she’d be gone.” “I was going to—” “You keep saying that,” Grace interrupted. “But somehow, everything you 'were going to' never happened.” Ethan stepped around the table, his voice low. “Grace. It wasn’t love.” “It wasn’t respect either.” He paused. “I made a terrible mistake.” “You made a choice.” “For what it’s worth,” he whispered, “I regret it.” She looked at him long and hard. “Regret doesn’t bring back trust. Or time. Or—”

The pages were filled with my old foolish words. [Helped him sort his ledgers today, and he said my handwriting was clear. I was happy all night.] [He wore the shirt I gave him. Maybe he feels differently about me?] By contrast, his actions were despicable. “I know I was wrong.” Vincenzo’s voice was raw and hoarse. “I know. I just want to make it right and start over. Can I?” “No.” Leonardo’s refusal was absolute. “Some harm, once done, can never be undone. Your regret is just a burden to Ella.”

“Your hold is like… roses and thorns. I’ll end up bleeding.” “What if I make it only roses?” “You can’t.” He looked crestfallen. “Is there truly nothing I can do to fix this?” “I don’t know,” I replied. “I only know I can’t go through that again.” **************** *LEONARDO* Regret sat in me like something heavy and immovable. If I could have turned the hours back, I would have done it without hesitation. Back to the night I chose distance like a coward and called it necessity.

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.”

"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."