Regrets Of The Don Novels & Stories

She was still young in it, her eyes not yet eaten away by grief. Daddy ran his fingers over the photo, and his tears fell, landing on the frame. After thirteen years, he finally wept for her, tears of regret. But through that thin pane of glass, she couldn’t feel them. Thank God she couldn’t. “Isa, I never imagined it would turn out this way.” “I was a fool back then, and I cheated on her, but I still had love for your mother.” “What Don doesn’t have a string of mistresses? I only made the mistake any ordinary man makes.”

That I have only one weakness. That weakness is Vincent. And the second person? Don Vincent White himself. The youngest, most ambitious, most dangerous Don in the city. I understood my grandfather's confusion. Even I hadn't seen this coming. Vincent's three-year mission. All a lie. I didn't say a word about what I'd heard. But my grandfather must have sensed something. He was quiet for a long moment, then spoke softly. "If you've truly made up your mind, your grandfather will support you. Come home. I promise you, your future will not be filled with sorrow."

“Meadow, you can’t act like this isn’t strange! You disappeared seven years ago, only to reappear today as Doctor Meadow Enrique. What is going on? Are you really Doctor Meadow Enrique, or did you come back to New York for something else? Did you come with all this charade of being a doctor just to get my attention?” How delusional can he be? “You seriously think I came back here just for you? Are you stupid or something?” “Watch your mouth, Meadow, or else—” “Or else what, Mr. Anderson?” I didn’t let him complete the sentence. “I think you have forgotten that you and your family were the ones who begged me to come back to New York and perform your dad’s surgery. In fact, you even paid doubl

The day my husband kicked me off the Rinaldi family council, Irene Costa was sitting in my chair. She had been engaged to his late brother. She was wearing my pearl necklace, and the brooch pinned to her chest was reserved for the Donna of the Rinaldi family. My mother had left me that necklace. I kept it in a safe, and the only person who knew the combination was my husband, Victor Rinaldi. He looked at me, his voice cold. "Irene is taking your place at tonight's South Port negotiation. When you learn to control your jealousy, I'll give you your seat back." No one at the table said a word. My pin, my necklace, and the South Port proposal I'd spent three months working on now lay in front of

My adopted sister, Bianca, screwed up. Big time. It was at a charity dinner. Hosted by the Vitiellos. The most powerful Mafia Family on the East Coast. She spilled hot coffee on the Vitiello boss's sister. Right into her eyes. Almost blinded her. Massimo went ballistic. He’s the cold-blooded Don who runs the whole damn coast. He wanted a hostage from our family, the Costas. Within five days. Or it was war. My mother grabbed my hands. Her eyes were red and filled with pain. “Bianca didn’t mean it. She’s terrified. She’s hiding in her room, shaking so hard she can’t breathe. Valeria, you're tough. You can survive this. Just go to Massimo for a few days. I swear I'll get you back.” My twin brot

"I don't care. But make sure of one thing. Never regret your decisions right now. Because the way you're doing this might end up with something that will only hurt the both of us." Callum turned around. And left. Elise stood frozen in place. She watched her husband's back disappear down the hallway, then smiled bitterly. "Elise Voss," Elise whispered softly. "It seems I can finally accept that name now... after hearing it from you."

I couldn't even fathom how the ruthless Don of New York dug through a landfill to find these shards, or how he sat there, bleeding from the sharp edges, piecing them back together. "Scarlett," his eyes were completely bloodshot, rain and tears streaming down his face. His voice was a broken sob. "I was wrong. I was wrong to use the Famiglia as an excuse to sideline you. I took your patience for granted. I swear to God, from now on, you will be the only Donna of my empire. Camilla—any woman—will never breathe near you again. Please come back. Please?" I sighed. All I felt was exhausted boredom.

I looked away quickly gazing downward trying to focus on my food but I couldn't as I saw two men walk in, the one in front had the side of his face bruised and bloody, and the one at his back kept pushing him till they got to the Don. The Don shifted his gaze to them, he glared at the injured one" How dare you, Luke! You tried to betray me and you were so stupid to believe that I wouldn't find out!" He snarled, his eyes burning with rage. The man went to his knees," I'm sorry, Don. I was forced to do it, please forgive me." He pleaded. The Don snickered, he punched the man in his face. "You of all people should know that I do not forgive traitors. They only get to rot in hell."

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.

“Il rimpianto è la cosa più dolorosa che puoi affrontare nella vita. (Regret is the most painful thing you can go through in life.)” Don Fabio nodded repeatedly as he continued to listen to Seth's words uninterestedly. “Non sono qui per iniziare una guerra, ma per darti una possibilità di riscattarti, Fabio. (I’m not here to start a war, but to give you a chance to redeem yourself, Fabio.)”