Regrets Of The Don Novels & Stories

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

“ 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

He had no idea that the woman warming his bed was worth more than his entire pack. He had no idea that the "pathetic" wife he'd discarded could buy and sell him a hundred times over. He had no idea that "Phantom"—the genius everyone wanted to recruit, the legend no one could find—was currently sitting in a $49 motel room with tear tracks on her face and vengeance in her heart. Liora stirred, her grief transmuting into something sharper. Something hungrier. Show them, she whispered. Show them all. I closed the laptop and lay back on the lumpy motel bed, staring at the water-stained ceiling. Tomorrow, I would become someone new. Tomorrow, I would start the process of burning my old life to ash

Day three of the silent treatment. My husband Adrian Veta, the Don, once again went behind my back and approved Mirena Ricci's deeply flawed port logistics plan. He thought I would argue my case as I used to do at family meetings, but I merely responded faintly. When he saw that, he handed Mirena the docks I had spent years managing and dismissed several men who had openly supported me to establish her authority. Still, I did not fight back. Mirena smugly leaned against him. "I told you that she'll learn her place once you neglect her. She can't bear to leave you." Adrian agreed wholeheartedly. That evening, he made a rare visit to the estate, promising to give me management of the Wes

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

Barbie whispered at his back, “don’t settle. The Governor will be angry if you do this—“ Nonetheless, he doesn’t want to be in control anymore. “If father will not do and it’s my decision after all. I can’t bare to look at them like this—“ “You’re thinking ridiculous!” Barbie forcefully interrupted his words. The crowd is waiting for his response. The Don must think deeply and comprehensively. “My fellow citizens. I heard and witnessed your eagerness to fight for the right of my land. It’s true that you’re the first one to cultivate it until it was successful. Papà often tell me that one day all of you will confront me. And now… this is the day your all waiting for,” he says in an adamant wi

He did not want to die. This must be how his son had felt that day. Don regretted how things had ended up. If he could rewind time—just half an hour or so would do—he would have never tried to cross Javier. He would have listened to his old man and never even dared breathe in the same space as he did. He would have prostrated himself in front of Javier like a lowly servant if it meant that he could live. But his realization came too late. His fate had been sealed the moment he had thought Javier was just a doormat to wipe his boots on.

to her. I held Laura in one hand and a bag of medicine in the other, but James just ignored me completely. He treated us like we were thin air. My heart ached so much that I began to find it difficult to breathe. At that moment, I began to regret marrying James. I even began to regret the decision to give birth to Laura. I gave birth to Laura, but couldn't bring her any happiness. This was my failure as a mother. However, I couldn't really go back in time now.

"You'll regret this." I entered and shut the door and lowered the window a bit, “no, Claudia. Part of me only regrets that I ever gave you a reason to believe I would come back.” Then I threw on the gears and the car was left behind as the car surged on and left her in a cloud of concrete and smoke. The horizon ahead was long and desolate yet my heart was constricted. I could hear the words of Jonathan spoken earlier; Don't do anything stupid. I sighed, gripping the wheel. "Too late."

“No. Don’t leave me. Please, hang on. I don’t want you to leave me again. I am begging you, Jane.” Closing my eyes, I realized something. Maybe, I was really destined to die. But this time, I have no regrets.