Regrets Of The Don Novels & Stories

This is part of our deal. "Yes, I'm fucking excited to see her. I can't wait for my revenge, Don. You will see," I said, and he just shook his head. "I hope you don't regret this, Zalde." "I have no regrets." "Do you wanna bet?" he challenged. "I have my confidence, Don. I don't need to bet," I answered, and he laughed. "You will lose, Zalde, and end up in tears again." I smirked. "Like what happened to you and Sasha?"

He asked, growing more and more despondent. It was an anomalous situation as his help only made me flare. "I feel like pushing you off a yacht!" I snapped at the yacht, trying to make him recall some memories. I still had my face. Why was he pretending like I was wearing a mask? Or was he suffering from memory loss? "I'm sorry about that... I got too carried away" he apologized, referring to the embrace, and I was too stunned to speak. Dante never apologizes, he always claims right as though he was never wrong. What was wrong with me? I should leave and not stay here.

But men like them would never have the same life with the men out there. Yet, if Donovan could chase after his own happiness despite the kind of lifestyle they’re living. Why would his own case be different? Why wouldn’t he make an effort to be different like his father, who would rather serve the same people that was the reason why his mother hung herself, in the name that he’s waiting for a right time to pay them back for what they had done to his family? He regrets everything. Marco regrets the day his father had brought him into the Castillio household! He regrets the day and years he grew up alongside Donovan and made him his friend, for having such a bad life despite having a rich and

“We…actually…she signed a one year…” But the Mafia Don cut him off impatiently. “I know all the f*cking sordid details about your contracts, boy.’ It was St Just’s turn to look away, flushing darkly. The Don watched them, his gaze hooded he went on, his voice softer, “When I was young, I made a million mistakes.” His face bore a faint regret as he looked back into the past. But he growled, continuing as he sat forward, eyes on his hypnotised audience,

The man she feared more than she feared her own failures. While the town buzzed with excitement, Don sat alone in the dim light of his office behind his bar. The room smelled of old whisky and stale smoke, the scent of a life lived in regret and ambition. He had not been the same since Elena left. Her departure hadn’t just wounded his pride; it had destroyed everything he held onto. When Miguel, her father, paid off Don’s debt, something shifted inside him. He didn’t just lose the money, he lost the power he held over Elena. And Don was a man who thrived on control.

Every second felt as if he was wasting time, all his breath became too slow and too painful. As he reached the door, Donna's voice followed him as she mocked. "There's nothing you can say that she'll believe. It's better if you don't bother yourself chasing her" she mused. "You think she'll ever look at you the same way again?" Danny turned with his eyes burning like embers. He said with a low and deadly voice, "You will surely regret this," he uttered like a deep promise with each word laced with fury. "I swear, Donna, you will regret everything that you did to me."

“I did it for you. I… I did it for all of you. I needed to build something that would secure your future. I worked to create a legacy for your children. Aria. Leo. All of you.” I laughed, a harsh, disbelieving laugh. “To hell with your excuses. I was a child. A child who needed a parent. A child who needed love. And the one person who gave me even the slightest piece of that, you chased her away.” Lucien swallowed hard. “Roman… I have paid for my sins, and I’m still paying for them. But let me try. Let me atone through the children.” I stared at him. His eyes held sincerity I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen from him.

"Viola, don't think I'll ever love you just because our parents arranged this marriage. I'm telling you now—it will never happen," Lucio Ferrari said arrogantly. His words were like a blade, slicing straight through me. I looked up at Don Lucio Ferrari. Though barely in his 20s, he carried himself with the air of power and charm, but his eyes held nothing but ruthless contempt. I hadn't died. Somehow, I was back before our wedding.

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

He rolled off me as if he had been burned, stumbling back to stand by the bed. He walked to the door, pausing with his hand on the handle, his back stiff and lonely. "Don't try to run again, Ivy. You know I can't let you go. But..." He took a deep breath, closing his eyes in defeat, "I don't want to hurt you. Don't force me." He slammed the door shut. A single tear rolled down my cheek, and I sat there quietly until midnight. I heard two maids whispering outside the door. "Looks like we're getting a new Donna . That Elena sure has means."