Novel & Cerita The Don's Counterfeit Heart

He finally asked after a long silence. She nodded, "We have to get rid of her. I never thought that girl would be coming back after I gave her away years ago. I'll finish this once and for all, I've been to kind on her." Hale stared at her confused. She wasn't exactly talking to him but he heard something that gave him chills. She gave Donnie away? Does this mean that Donnie is not a fake and she knows but has been lying to them just to make everyone hate her?

“I know... Roland would always pick on you but never did I think it would reach the extent of him being a trigger to my heart. I felt pain, I was hurt not from the bullet but from the ache in my heart. I wanted to scream and ask him why. As I fell into the hands of darkness, nothing occupied my mind as the reasons for his actions. The position of Don is nothing to play with, I have to be on my feet at all times, I have triple the enemies of just being born into this world, I have to look after everyone and maintain the balance, and after all that, I still come home to my brothers holding guns to my head.

I panted so heavily even without running a marathon that I had to place my hands on my chest to calm myself down. I zoomed the picture further and I had to take a deep breath to steady myself. No I wasn't wrong. It was a picture of the fake smiley doctor, Robin and his father Handing the doctor a cheque. They had contributed a huge sum of amount to help me build his hospital. I couldn't even believe my eyes. We had walked in the lions den without proper research. I quickly placed a call to my husband. Luckily he picked up at the first rimg. i couldn't say anything just yet, it was just me panting.

“You think I don’t see it? You warn me she’s making me soft. Days later, she’s hit by a car with no plates, tinted windows, no trace. You show up here uninvited. You expect me not to suspect you?” Giovanni’s eyes narrowed. “You think I’d harm her?” “You’ve harmed for less.” He shook his head slowly. “Not this. Not her. I may not approve, but I’m not a fool. Killing her would break you. And a broken Don is bad for business.” The words hung heavy. Dante stepped forward. “Then who was it?” Giovanni’s gaze flicked to him, then back to me. “You have rivals. Enemies. Shadows that wait for weakness. Don’t mistake me for them.”

“From the look of things, he was a coward who accepted to shoot his fellow just after being caught in a betrayal. This type of person, betrayal runs in the blood.” “Felix, you’re smart. This is why I never give a second chance to my enemies; it was a test.” Felix nodded his head as a chill ran down his spine. He couldn’t believe this same ruthless man was the one who acted innocent in front of a woman. He wondered how she would react to this side of him. All the guards hailed. “The Don is not to be played with.” “Clean this mess and send money to that man's girlfriend for the child's growth until she reaches twenty.”

“I’m in love again.” The Don didn’t look away from her. “Write it,” he told a scribe at the end of the table. “Dog, locks, bulbs.” Orders became motion. The room split into teams: docks, inspectors, patrol swaps, cash seizures that wouldn’t look like theft, favors collected with invoices from debts no one remembered until they were read aloud. Through it all, the Don held the map like an instrument. He didn’t bark. He didn’t repeat himself. He set tempo and men found rhythm. Selena watched fear turn into energy. She watched how a war could feel like a day’s work if the hands in charge didn’t tremble.

"I'm not a visitor. I'm his fiancée." "The Don's orders." "Let me through." "I can't." I look at him. Really look. He is young — new, maybe. He doesn't know me. Doesn't know what I am capable of. "Do you know who I am?" I ask. "Yes, Signorina." "Then you know that in a few months, I will be the Don's wife. I will be the woman giving orders in this house. And men like you — men who stand in my way — will be the first to go."

“Don Colleo spoils Sophia silly. He rented out the penthouse for the night and hired a jazz band.” “Tsk. When I went to deliver the drinks, Sophia was sitting on the Don Colleo’s lap, serving fruit up to his mouth. Imagine that.” “Seriously, how many times has this happened now? The last time she sulked, Don Colleo gave her a beachfront mansion straight away.” Without stopping, I shifted my gaze to the shadowed area of the club. The emergency exit was left ajar. “Does your chest still hurt, Vincent? You can only have eyes for me. Stop thinking about Evelyn.” Sophia pouted.

" I walked out of the room quickly,feeling like a ghost was chasing me. But the moment I reached the end of the hallway,my feet were nailed to the floor. A familiar figure was limping toward me. He was gaunt.So gaunt his cheekbones jutted out.The back that used to be as straight as a blade was now slightly hunched. There was a metal brace strapped to his right leg,and with every step he took, he heavily leaned on a black-and-gold cane. The once invincible Don who struck terror into the entire West Coast now looked like a crippled shell drained of his very soul. It felt like a giant hand viciously squeezed my heart.

"This bitch is disrespecting me, shoot her!" "Still lying?" I sneered, shattering her delusion on the spot. "The real Caroline is dead! You're just a rat who took her place!" "Don, if you don't believe me, ask her a few personal questions only the real princess would know!" Raw panic flashed in the Don's eyes. After a beat of dead silence, he shoved his gun against the imposter's temple. "What is my daughter's favorite color?" "How old was she when she made her first million?"