The Don's Counterfeit Heart Novels & Stories

"I knew this entire marriage was fake, Miller. Donato isn't gay. He's just a coward trying to escape a sacred blood oath." Jesse didn't flinch, his eyes were locked directly on Donato. Then he calmly unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled his sleeves up his forearms. Donato's pupils widened. "What are you doing?" Jesse didn't answer; he took another step. He glanced at Ginevra, a mysterious smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe he isn't," Jesse said softly. Before Ginevra could process the words, Jesse closed the remaining distance; he stopped directly in front of Donato, his gaze still fixed on the Don's face.

Soon, Don Antonio's men walked in with a trembling figure, bound and gagged. Don Antonio stopped pacing and turned to look at the figure; his eyes blazed with fury. I was so scared that I took some steps away, the aura he exuded was choking and the tension in the room wasn't helping. “How dare you steal from me?” Don Antonio's voice was low and menacing. I could see the muscles in his arms become tense as he moved closet to the dealer. My heart raced with a mix of dread and fascination. The figure was trembling with fear. He made muffled sounds as he rubbed his palms together pleading.

Patrick's body stiffened instantly as if nailed to the floor. "You... What did you say? No, that’s impossible. Johnny has congenital heart disease, and Winnie happened to be a match. That’s why I asked her to donate her heart. But I clearly instructed the doctors to take good care of her! How could they have left her wounds untreated?" Before the officer could respond, Patrick's emotions suddenly shifted. A mocking smile appeared on his face as he shook his head and muttered to himself, "I see. You guys must not be real police officers. That crazy woman must have sent you to impersonate them, right? There's nothing she wouldn't do!

he rasped, voice strained and trembling, as if fighting against an unseen force clawing him from within. “Now you're blackmailing me for extra rats?” I asked, voice low. My words hung in the air, heavy with suspicion. Don’s eyes fluttered open briefly, bloodshot and wild, then shut tight again as he nodded weakly. “Grr.” “Fine,” I said, voice devoid of emotion, as I took a step back, carefully set down the bloodied pliers, the metal gleaming faintly in the flickering light “But don’t think you can play me that easily next time” On the battered basin before him, nine bloody spikes lay in a haphazard pile, stained crimson, an unsettling testament to what had transpired.

In those charged moments when his thumb brushed my pulse? The conversation shifted to shipments and alliances. I retreated to the bed, mind racing. Lila’s text from earlier nagged at me. Girl, you okay? Enzo’s losing it. She’d always been my rock—the one who listened to my fears about being used. But something felt off. Too quick. Too convenient. My phone vibrated again. Another message from an unknown number: Don’t trust the Don. He uses everyone. Come to the lobby. I can get you out.

But I stay rooted to the ground even as the hard pounding of my chest is the onky thing in my ears. The Don stops walking, he saunters to the left, grabbing a whip with seven branches tails from the wall, swinging it in the air and the sounds it makes my eyes dilated with fear. “The pact for Don's men.” He utters, his voice sounding gruesome, echoing through the open space. I lower my head, keeping my sweaty hands locked on each other, “Keenness, Strength, and Ruthless.” “Where did your keenness go?” He inquires, his voice drawling with rage.

"Promises are meant to be broken, my dear. And power is the ultimate prize." With a final, vicious motion, he tore her heart from her chest, his grip unrelenting as he held it aloft. The sight was gruesome, a grotesque display of power and cruelty. Donna's struggles ceased, her body growing limp as death claimed her. The chamber seemed to close in around me, the weight of the moment almost suffocating. The reality of what I had witnessed was a harsh reminder of the darkness that existed within the world, a darkness that had ensnared even those I had once trusted.

"Tom Waits? They play it all the time in the barracks. Most metal non-metal song you'll ever hear." Sure enough, the song title and artist appear in the corner of the screen, confirming what Chase said. "It's scary." He snorts. "It'll give you nightmares, for sure." The cameras follow Don from his runway to the cage. He bounds up the stairs and stops before the door. Looking out at the crowd, the camera zooms in on his face, and I sneer. There's a gleam of cockiness in his eyes. He's exactly where he wants to be. God knows how long he's wanted to fight Seth without restrictions and now he can. He can go all out and who's gonna stop him? The thought terrifies me. What if I underestimated Don?

soulmate"?" I glance at Don again and see the guilt and misery. He knows what he has done. The first time we met, he wanted to kill the person who gave me bruises. He wanted the person to be buried under six feet for hurting Leo. Was this all just an act to trust him? Was our love for each other fake? I can't tell anymore. I lost it. Don was going to be my whole life; He was my friend, my lover, my...everything. I thought I lost love with men because of Eddie and never thought Don would be the person to mend my broken heart. But here he is, shattered my heart once he glued them back. He turned into dust when he showed himself as Eddie's hired mercenary.

don said sarcastically "do you think I brought you people here to play for your kind of information I brought you all here for killing purpose only but not easily I left this side of mine just for my love but you people dared to hurt her so your death must be horrible as even your soul must fear after looking at your dead body" the seven people felt shivering in their spine don said "I dont want those people eyes which looked at my love with lust the eyes which done this wrong don't have right to look at this world" Don's men brought melted mercury and lead don signaled his men to start the process one of the men of don made the tied man's eyes to open and other man poured the melted lead in