Novel & Cerita The Don's Counterfeit Heart

"I've eaten some, just not a lot. I have been getting little dizzy spells but my emotions are all haywire. I'm fine though. I'll be sure to eat some more fruits and protein." He scratched his chin thinking. "Do you think maybe, you could be pregnant?" My mouth dropped open. "Absolutely not! You gave me pills the other week, remember." "I do. I also recall Don stating he hasn't been wearing a condom at his last checkup. Birth control isn't 100% effective." "Ew! Why would he tell you that? And no, I'm not pregnant. Life can't be that f*cking cruel." "I actually didn't need to know. He wrote it proudly on his form. I won't repeat what it said though. Don is a... complicated man. I know he shows

He demanded not even looking at me, but I could see the thick smoke in the air starting to clear "My father, Christian Guerra, is unwell. I will be taking over as the Don of the Cosa Nostra. I am here to offer you a proposal..." I answered, I dont know why I was starting to feel nervous. "You have nothing I want" He interjected, this time he looked at me. Fuck. I've seen those eyes before. He has the same look in his eyes as Vittoria. Either it'll be a match made in heaven... or hell

A half-smile rested on his lips, like a rich kid watching a performance. When the coin clicked against the table, the entire room fell silent. He was the newly installed Don. He was young and already notorious for bathing traitors in blood. He spoke only a few times during the meeting. When he did, his tone sounded casual, almost bored, as if he were choosing a casino for later that night. No one dared miss a single word. I knew he was dangerous. I understood it with perfect clarity. Yet the moment the coin left his fingers, my heartbeat slipped completely out of control.

I stared into the darkness with my back to him, my hands clenched into fists under the silk sheets, nails digging deep into my palms. "I know," I whispered, my voice as soft as a hallucination. "I'm counting the days." The hype for the wedding was massive. To flex his status as Don, Dante poured astronomical amounts of money into the national media. He even brought in a global live-streaming crew; he wanted the whole world to witness the coronation of the Moretti Queen. Meanwhile, in the shadows, I had already finalized the handoff. The Cleaner had secured a body for me—someone with my exact height and build, a Jane Doe who had been declared brain-dead after a gang shootout.

Please, let my love be safe with our child. The bastard on the screen leaned forward, and linked his palms together, mockery and seriousness in his eyes. "It was fun burning your warehouse, bombing your ship on your little date, and watching you and that little whore run around in circles. Looking for me? Here I am, Don. Oh, I forgot, you are useless now." Useless... Helpless... The words banged into my head, mocking me to shit as I struggled to move my stupid stuck body. Fucking hell! "Wh...the fuck are you!..." I managed to say, heat pooling in my skin with each attempt I made to move my lips.

Yerick bent forward, and said, “Whether it is true or not, I’m afraid it’s going to be difficult for the heart to be transplanted into your body.” Agitated, Cynthia said, “What should we do, then? You promised to find me a heart donor!” “I did, didn’t I? It’s just that it’s no longer available. His family refused to agree to it.” “What? His family refused to agree to it? Theo told me the donor heart suffered a failure!” “He’s lying to you. Honestly speaking, the family member of the donor is Rosalie. The donor himself is her new husband, Sebastian Carter.” At the mention of Rosalie’s name, Cynthia was thunderstruck.

I sure could use him for a few weeks. "Great. Now that we've taken care of that, let's talk about the funeral. Where will you bury the Don? I brought back his body. We can't risk taking him to the authorities because they will ask too many questions. I had the local police go to the scene and pronounce him dead from a heart attack. Some guys are taking care of the funeral arrangements as we're speaking. It would be better..."

"Revive him, I need him alive." "Yes, Sir." Dr. Danny respond respectfully, and carefully not to offend whosoever he is. I felt a chill run down my spine as Dr. Danny began to work on the man, trying to revive him. I couldn't shake off the feeling that we were in grave danger, trapped in a sinister game with unknown players.

After I recovered, he confessed to me, blushing, that it was love at first sight. My father looked down on his background. However, because I loved him, I hid my identity and married him. For six years, I stood by his side. I bled for him. I took blades for him. I used my family's power to eliminate his enemies and pushed him, step by step, into the position of Don. The man who was ruthless to others would restrain all his violence in front of me and treat me like something precious. I once casually said I liked limited-edition dolls. The next day, he acquired the company and built a private production line for me.

​The room fell into a silence so heavy it felt like it was crushing the furniture. ​I stood by the sofa, my heart hammering. "Dante... if they come back with an army, you can't stop them. You have to give me up." ​Dante turned to me. The "Silent Don" was gone. In his place was a man possessed. ​He walked toward me, his boots heavy on the marble. I backed away until I hit the wall. He caged me in with his arms, his chest heaving against mine. ​He didn't speak. He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his heart. It was beating like a war drum—fast, violent, and erratic.