The Don

Gadis mana yang tak akan bahagia jika memiliki seorang pacar atau kekasih yang tampan, kaya dan mapan. Seorang kekasih yang akan memberikan apapun yang kita mau dan kita inginkan. Tak hanya barang-barang branded dan limited edition tapi juga bisa mengabulkan keinginan kita saat ingin berlibur kemana saja. Jangankan hanya mengelilingi dalam negeri, mengelilingi dunia pun bisa. Tentunya banyak gadis yang akan merasa senang dan bahagia jika bisa memiliki pacar yang nyaris sempurna seperti itu. Nyatanya, semua itu tak berlaku bagi Gladys Nathania Mahestri, seorang mahasiswi kedokteran tingkat akhir di salah satu perguruan tinggi ternama di Jakarta. Gladys justeru sering merasa merana dan makan hati karena kekasihnya. Bukan karena kekasihnya tidak tampan dan kaya atau mapan. Bukan karena itu. Sungguh, Gladys bukannya tidak mau bersyukur memiliki kekasih seperti Alfandra Shaquille Bimantara yang kadar ketampanan dan kekayaannya di atas rata-rata. Lalu, apakah yang menyebabkan Gladys sering merana dan makan hati karena sang kekasih? Berhasilkah apa yang diharapkan oleh Gladys dari sang kekasih? Ikuti kisah perjalanan cinta Gladys yang penuh liku hanya di Goodnovel.

A medida que se acercaba mi fecha de parto, salió a la luz una discrepancia enorme en las cuentas de armas de la familia Galante. Por esto el mando tomó una decisión rápida: me enviaron a mí, Sophia Vitale, la esposa del Don —esa mujer que todos decían que no tenía nada mejor que hacer—, para inspeccionar de manera personal el arsenal y verificar el inventario. Yo creí que era una revisión de rutina. Por lo que nunca imaginé que la ahijada de mi esposo, Mónica Leona, lo usaría como tapadera para volar todo el arsenal por los aires. La explosión fue ensordecedora. El fuego rasgó el cielo y el concreto se desplomó a mi alrededor, aplastándome, mientras un dolor abrasador me desgarraba el estómago. Sin embargo, contrario a lo esperable, no llamé a mi esposo por su línea privada de máxima prioridad, sino que, en cambio, envié una señal de auxilio a mi padre. En mi vida anterior, en el instante en que había ocurrido la explosión, yo había usado ese mismo canal prioritario para llamar a mi esposo. El bebé había sobrevivido y Mónica había muerto en la explosión. Mi esposo había dicho que no me culpaba, que Mónica era una extraña y que un heredero importaba más. No escatimó en gastos, contrató a especialistas obstétricos de élite para vigilarme día y noche, diciéndome que me mantuviera tranquila y esperara el parto. Luego, el día en que entré en labor, él mismo nos encerró a mí y al bebé dentro de un almacén abandonado, el cual empapó con gasolina y encendió, quemándonos vivos. —Si no hubieras retrasado todo a propósito, ella no habría muerto. ¿De verdad creíste que haciéndote la víctima ibas a engañarme? Ni lo sueñes —dijo—. ¿Tanto te gusta jugar con fuego? Bien. Entonces te dejaré vivir su desesperación en carne propia. Cuando volví a abrir los ojos, estaba de regreso en el arsenal, justo en el instante exacto antes de la explosión.

Nachdem meine jüngere Schwester ins Ausland gegangen war, heiratete ich an ihrer Stelle den Mafia-Don. Fünf Jahre nach unserer Hochzeit waren wir zu erbitterten Feinden geworden. Er hasste mich, weil ich angeblich meine Schwester vertrieben und mich in die Ehe hineinmanövriert hatte. Ich hasste ihn, weil er mich immer nur als Ersatz behandelte und mich nie vor aller Welt als seine Frau anerkannte. Mein fehlender Status brachte meinen eitlen Eltern nur Demütigung. Von diesem Moment an verwandelte sich ihre Liebe zu mir in Hass. Am Ende ließen er und meine Eltern mich auf einem verschneiten Berg zurück, während sie mit meiner Schwester Weihnachten feierten. In der bitteren Kälte starb ich gemeinsam mit dem Kind, das ich niemals kennenlernen durfte. Währenddessen badete meine Schwester in der Liebe aller und erlebte das glücklichste Weihnachten ihres Lebens. Als ich die Augen wieder öffnete, war ich zu dem Tag zurückgekehrt, an dem meine Schwester aus dem Ausland heimkam. Diesmal würde ich weder Gideon Wade noch meine Eltern jemals wieder um Liebe anbetteln.

"Say it," Tenz growled, yanking her hips against the hood of his blacked-out car, his hand wrapped around her throat like a necklace made of danger. Kyoline's breath shuddered as his mouth traced her jaw, his fingers sliding under the hem of her leather skirt, teasing, threatening. "Say you're mine, or I'll make you say it with your teeth clenched and your legs shaking," he hissed, dragging his tongue along her collarbone. She smirked through the haze of lust and war. "I'm not yours, Tenz... I'm just letting you play with me until someone better comes to steal me." "Someone like who?" he spat. A cold voice answered from behind the shadows. "Like me," Isaac said. And just like that... the chaos began. --- Kyoline Diego was born of blood, betrayal, and gunfire. A mafia princess with ash in her veins and a Glock in her purse. Her childhood ended the day her father-a respected Made Man-was assassinated. Left for dead, she crawled from the ruins with nothing but vengeance and two younger siblings she'd kill for. Now eighteen and jaded, Kyoline bartends for mob rats by night, runs guns for a price, and slays in gold heels by morning. Love? It's not on the agenda. Survival is. Enter Tenz Jersey-her inked-up, lie-laced mafia beau. The man who f*cks like a god and lies like a sermon. He gives her fire, chaos, and a reason to breathe. He also gives her bruises she wears like medals and promises that vanish like smoke. She tells herself he's enough. Until Isaac. Cold. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that feels like a bullet wound. He shoves her into an unmarked SUV, claims he's NYPD, feeds her lies and cannoli-then laughs while she figures out he's actually the most lethal hitman.....

Luciano moved closer, closing the gap between them. An expressionless glare hardened his features as his rough hand clamped around her jaw, forcing her face up to meet his dreadful gaze. "Your husband sold you to me. I gave you the freedom you always wanted, yet somehow you ended up in my arms again." "I'm not one of those useless women who crawl back to you," she spat, ignoring the way his grip tightened on her jaw. "I despise you with everything inside me." "I bought you for seventy billion dollars," he said coldly. "If you can afford to give me back the money, I'll have no reason to deny you the freedom you want so badly. "But if you can't, you'll continue to serve me—" His lips curved into a cruel smile. "As my personal toy and plaything." \* \* \* Abandoned as a child and raised in an orphanage, she learned early that love never lasted. Years later, the same parents returned — not for her, but for their debt. To settle it, they handed her over to Davin, the man who became her husband. Just when she thought she was finally happy, everything ended. An evening after her birthday, her husband was shot dead. The man who pulled the trigger was her boss — Frederick Hayden. Until she discovered that everything happening to her from the very beginning was tied to him.

Everyone said my good looks were what saved me from my family's downfall. It was how I managed to become a Donna. I was the only one who knew why he had to compromise to marry me. Xavier Whitmore, the tall and handsome Don, was unable to have physical relationships with a woman. When I shyly took off the gown on our wedding night, he sat in his chair and lit a cigarette before remarking in an icy voice, "I'm allergic to women. That said, you have my word that you will be the only woman in my life." He kept his promise. Though he never so much as touched me in the five years of our marriage, he provided me with a life of luxury and wealth. Although it was merely a title, being his only woman brought me happiness. Everything changed on the day my men and I were ambushed by a rival mafia family. We barely made it out alive. When I returned home, I found him locked in a tight embrace with his widowed sister-in-law, Alice Ortega. "Alice, I won't let you remarry. If you do, I'll make sure that man dies a thousand deaths." I scoffed. It wasn't so much that he couldn't handle being physical with a woman. It was simply that he could not be physical with anyone but her. In that case, she could have the pleasure of being the Donna.

When my father died, all the security I knew was taken away. Wilder, my husband found his true mate, and married my half-sister. Thrown out of the pack, when no one knew I was pregnant. I returned to my father's pack. The situation forced me to face Mattia Orazio, the Sicilian Cosa Nostra Mafia. Her beauty belies her predatory nature. The debt left by my father made me bargain with Mattia, and I had no choice but to enter into a contract marriage with him, to save my family's inheritance. But what if Mattia finds out I'm a shifter? What if my ex-husband finds out about the son I hid from him? Who can be my safe place from these two bastard men?

I was about to kill my mother's murderer…until he almost killed me first. As the daughter of a respected policeman, justice burned in my blood. I watched my mother die at the hands of a Mafia Lord. And I swore to make him pay. But when I confronted Don Theron, I didn't expect to be wrapped up in his arms, his grip choking life out of me. “Say your last prayers, princess,” he growls, tightening his grip like the devil he was. I struggled, I gasped for air, my heart raced but there was no saving from this doom. I thought I was done for. But then he let me go. But my freedom wasn't a gift, it came with a heavy price–a gruesome curse. In a twisted deal with my father, the man who murdered my mother became my husband. Now, every morning I wake up beside a monster who's cloaked in charm, secrets and control. My soul still burns for vengeance, his soul thrives on possession. And with every day that passes by, I wonder… Will I ever make it out of here alive?

“Why are you keeping yourself away from me? I know you want me, you want me the same way that I want you. Why are trying to resist me? What are you so afraid of?!” Lucrezia is getting frustrated day by day. She could see it in his eyes that he wants her, she could feel his love with how he worries about her. Why does he keep pushing her away from him? Pietro Carusso is the Don of the Carusso family, the most powerful and richest crime family among the five. As a mafia, he has his own principles; never trust anyone, never get attached to anyone. He built tall walls around his heart to protect himself, but Lucrezia came to his life like a flame, and in this story he is the moth attracted to the flame. The Italian princess is everything he should stir away from, but how could he? She is the fire to his groin. An Italian curse from her mouth is enough to drive him mad. And she curses… a lot. With her beautiful body, cursed eyes and wicked lips. He doesn’t know how long he could hold himself much longer. “I love you and you are mine now. Just let me love you, Don.”

"You're mine Cassie, mind, body, and soul," he declared with a dangerous growl, "I'm the prison you can't escape." ******* A cryptic letter from her father leads Cassie Michaelson directly into the path of Lorenzo Giovanni, an infamous Mafia boss. Lorenzo, initially targeting Cassie to draw out her father, quickly uncovers a shocking truth: Cassie is his Fated Mate. Abducted and thrust into a perilous world of Mafia politics and werewolf lore, Cassie must reconcile her growing feelings for Lorenzo, the very man who murdered her best friend the night of her abduction with the dangerous allure of his half-brother, Leonardo. As she struggles to survive, a mysterious organization emerges from the shadows, intent on destroying Lorenzo, placing Cassie at the epicenter of a brewing war.