Regrets Of The Don Novels & Stories

" Noel turned pale, and he no longer dared to say a word. Sophie's last hope was crushed when Noel did nothing. She struggled out of the police's grip with all her might to lunge at Noel and give him a hard slap. Her voice was filled with despair. "Noel Chilton! I didn't expect you to be a weak, useless, and hard-hearted man! I was wrong about you. No wonder Stella Judd doesn't like you. You deserve to be dumped by her and used by me. Hahaha!

Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.

A small, knowing smirk crossed his lips as he turned away, his gaze lingering on the empty road. “History just repeats itself,” Don Grego murmured to himself, his voice barely above a whisper, but there was a sad fondness in it. He saw the reflection of his younger self in Norwan—the same fire, the same desperation, the same fight for love. And now, just like in the past, it was a battle that could change everything. He shook his head and chuckled softly, almost as if he couldn’t help but admire the passion with which they fought for what they believed in.

His reaction greatly peeved her but she was already having a hard time breathing so much so that she lacked the strength to yell out her pain. Then came Donovan’s voice “I don’t regret it” Her head slowly raised in stupefied shock. “Wh-what?…” She asked through quivering lips. “I don’t regret any of it. Not the pervert in Bright Valley, not the dumbasses who kidnapped you, and certainly not this bunch of imbeciles who thought to harm you. I don’t regret killing any of them!” A hysterical laugh leaked from her lips “Ha… You really are a monster” She spat bitterly and in return, Donn’s determined orbs stared back at her.

The next morning, Valerio took me to the largest bridal boutique in Meiran. The staff had just brought out a few wedding dresses when a sharp voice cut through the air. "Well, well, look who's here. With your background, do you really think you're worthy of wearing such expensive gowns?" Gina stood in the doorway wearing a red dress, several bodyguards behind her. She walked up to me, her disdain for me obvious through her gaze. "Valerio, how could you marry a woman like her? Aren't you afraid of embarrassing yourself as Don Warren?"

Remo interrupted, "You can say the words. It won't kill you. You already did the hard part." I gritted my teeth so hard I thought they’d crack, "If you’re waiting for me to say sorry, or for some look of regret, keep waiting. You won't find it. I don’t regret it. I’ll never regret it. If I had to go back, I would’ve done it sooner... before you were even old enough to remember her face. You think you can live with that? Because that’s the man who’s sitting in front of you." Remo shrugged, a cold movement, "I’ve been living with the shit you and her threw at me my whole life. What’s one more body on the pile?"

He suddenly said, "Isabella, I want to talk to you." "Okay." I nodded. "I know I made a lot of mistakes." He looked at me, his eyes full of remorse. "I treated you like a tool, a cover, and I hurt you deeply. I always thought protecting Lina was my duty and safeguarding my family's interests was my mission, but I neglected your feelings and my own heart. "It wasn't until you 'died' that I realized you'd already taken the most important place in my life. I regret it every day. If only I'd reached the docks in time back then; if only I'd believed you… Would everything be different now?"

Upon seeing how intimate we were, Jovina's eyes turned bloodshot with jealousy. She screamed hysterically, "Why? You noticed me first! It was my face you wanted! I'm the one who should be standing by your side. The position of Donna was meant to be mine! I regret it now. I was young and foolish back then, so I missed out on being with you. "But I'm back now! Can't we start over? I'll be more obedient and compliant than she'll ever be!" Jovina rushed forward with tearful eyes, trying to grab the hem of Carlo's clothes. She humbled herself as much as possible.

He looked at me with an apologetic expression. "Isabella? What are you doing here? Your injuries haven't healed yet." He tried to reach out to me to steady me up, but I shoved him aside at once. I pushed my phone toward him, my eyes filled with despair. "Vincenzo Cursley, if there's one thing I regret the most in my entire life, it's having met you!" Vincenzo was taken aback by my declaration. However, when he saw the contents on my phone screen, the blood immediately drained from his face.

"I swear it." At the doorway, the heavy timber door creaked open. Don Gennaro stepped into the room slowly, leaning heavily on a brass wheelchair pushed by Lucrezia. His face was gray with his own failing health, but as his clouded eyes locked onto the small screen and heard the fast, rhythmic heartbeat filling the room, he buried his face in his trembling, liver-spotted hands. The old Don wept quietly, his frail shoulders shaking with a deep, silent relief that seemed to wash away thirty years of regret in a single moment.