Novel & Cerita Regrets Of The Don

He couldn’t be wrong. So it wasn’t Gabriella he should be scared of, it was the Don. And the worst part? He wasn’t ready to face him yet! He didn’t prepare what to say, didn’t even practice an excuse for leaving without telling him. He quickly hid the flowers and chocolates behind his back. This was it. His end. He should have prepared his coffin or at least said goodbye to his family. He didn’t know this would be the last chapter of his life. “So it’s you, Rey Jhon. It’s been a long time,” the Don said in a voice colder than snow in South Korea.

"The past? That's the road you traveled! Are you telling me to forget it now? Have you forgotten the vows you made and the things you did? You said you could earn money, but you could never lose your ambition." "Oscar, do you still remember?" A few tears rolled down Oscar's cheeks. "I remember." Reginald slowly approached Oscar. "Do you regret what you did back then?" Oscar wiped away his tears with his hand. "I don't regret it, but now I understand something even more: no matter what you do, you can't act alone. You should walk with the light." Reginald gripped his hand. "Walk with the light? Just because of that glimmer in the darkness, you think you're walking with the light?"

Adrian gets up and starts leaving. He can feel the weight of her words echoing in his mind. The bitterness in her voice cuts deep. “People forget after committing mistakes, but they definitely get the fruits of their deeds; I see only regrets in your fate.” she screamed. He knows she's right. As Adrian walks away, he can't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that now consumes him. He knows he has hurt her deeply, and the consequences of his actions are now staring him in the face. The harsh reality of his mistakes hits him like a ton of bricks, and he realizes that he may never be able to make things right again. The words of the woman he once loved haunt him as he walks away, knowing

“Do you regret it? Do you regret becoming Leonard Hugues, a member of the Marseille crime syndicate? Do you regret meeting her?” Leonard let out a short sigh. “I don’t regret it. Regret is wishing the past could change, and I hate dwelling on the past. Instead of regretting what’s happened, I’d rather embrace it without being haunted by it.” Straightening his already neat clothes, Leonard turned and began walking away. After five steps, he paused, looking back to say, “Besides, Monsieur Gabriel... I chose to live as trash. I chose to kill the good child I once was and grow into someone far from good. I... won’t regret it.”

My tone was steady, as though I were merely stating a fact. Silas’s face drained of all color. He knew, deep down, that it was his own doing—the trust he shattered with his own hands. He clutched my arm like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline. “We still have time. We have so much time ahead of us. Please…” I shook my head. “Silas, the marks of hurt never fade. When you refused to save Yael, when you accused and berated him without listening, it was already over. You made sure there wasn’t enough time for us.”

It was like Salvatore kept interrupting every moment I wanted to have with Don, even in my dreams. I rolled on the bed, cuddling the pillow to my chest as I resumed crying. I had cried all through the night and had begun again this morning. The feeling of being in New York is all of Don's memories and I thought I was ready, but I was not. I went on my knees beside the bed, in prayer mode. "I am sorry Don, please forgive me." I sobbed. "You were my literal existence and I took that life from you. I hate myself right now. I am so sorry, Don" I cried.

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."

XENIA’S POV That night, I lit a small lamp and opened the windows in the study. Let the air move through the room. Let the silence stretch out. Then I whispered a quiet promise to the air, to the child beneath my hand, to the self I used to be: “You will not be forgotten.” And I believed it. ENDING SCENE REYNA’S POV They drew their line. And she didn’t cross it. She erased it. With every step forward.

The silence between us deepened, broken only by the slow, steady rhythm of the heart monitor, a relentless metronome marking time on a life that seemed suspended. “I should’ve stopped him,” Donny muttered, guilt thick in his voice. “I told him I’d go, but he was stubborn. He said he wanted to let me rest. Said it’d only take a minute.” The words were a litany of regret, a desperate attempt to rewrite the past, to undo the unthinkable. He was wishing for that minute back, a minute that had shattered their world. I reached out and took Donny’s hand, my fingers wrapping around his cold, trembling ones. He squeezed back, a silent plea for comfort, for understanding.

"Then you'll spend your life wishing for death but never reaching it." "No! Anthony—you can't! Just kill me! The Elysium incident had nothing to do with me!" The Don did not listen. He turned and left, returning to the manor above. His eyes burned. He wanted to ask his brother's spirit if he had found peace… if he had regrets. But what came out was an apology. "Mabel… I'm sorry. "Please don't be dead. Let me repent before you. Please."