Novel & Cerita The Don's Counterfeit Heart

​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.

"Thank heavens, you're finally awake. You have a mild concussion, but the baby is fine for now." Apart from Zita, there was no one else in the ward. "Where are Enzo and Sofia?" Isabella asked hoarsely. Zita paused for a moment before realizing who she was asking about. "You mean Don and Donna Caro? They're in the VIP consultation room. But how did you end up in a conflict with the Caro family? You know that Don Caro cares about Donna Caro more than anything. "If there's any misunderstanding between you two, you'd better resolve it quickly. Otherwise, it'll be a bullet to your head next time."

"I'll give you anything! The family's most profitable jewelry store on Fifth Avenue, it's all yours! I'll take you to the private island right now! We'll go on a long vacation, away from here, okay?!" How pathetic. A few hours ago, she was outside this door, yelling at me for faking sick, angry I couldn't just suffer for the family's image. Now, she was trying to shove everything I ever dreamed of, but could never have, at a corpse. The master tablet he used to track the family's bio-chips slipped from his grasp. Clatter! It shattered on the stone floor. Just like the lie he'd been telling himself for eighteen years. This Don, once feared throughout the New York underworld, was now a heap on

Two pinned my shoulders down while the other two pried my hands open. "Drop the item! Put your hands behind your head!" "You can't take it! Please, I beg you! That's a heart! It's a human heart!" They pried my fingers away, one by one. The donor heart was dropped into an evidence bag and sent off to the forensics lab. I slumped onto the freezing floor, completely drained of all my strength. Edward walked over and looked down at me with a smirk. He turned off his live stream, leaned down, and whispered in my ear, "Conner, that's what happens when you don't listen."

The smirk was devilish in itself. She rolled her eyes back laughing, “Yeah yeah, you better stick to your promise, Don.” He brushed his thumb across her lower lip, a smug smile playing on his lips. "That I will my heart." Wait, what? That was the second time he had ever called her his heart. Was the Don becoming sentimental?

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.

"Ced, good. You're here. Hurry and take a look at Don. He says his chest feels tight. Something feels wrong with his heart." I frowned and started to explain that I had already resigned. Donovan slumped into a chair and cut me off with a pained expression, "Cedric, I've lived abroad too long. I don't trust the skill level of other doctors here. Manda said you're the best doctor in this hospital. I booked your consultation. Hurry and check me. My heart really hurts." In my previous life, Donovan had pulled the same stunt. He had faked an illness and insisted that I prescribe something.

"The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother. " Draven muttered, turning around to return back to his car. His business at the gala was done, he was not a social person and did not see the reason or importance of socializing, so he preferred to go back to his hotel room and enjoy some quiet time. "Does that mean, the mother of the Don was really killed by Mr. Vale? Isn't that what he is called?" His assistant muttered and Draven hummed, confirming the fact that his assistant was on the right track.

I inquired out of interest. She offered me a crooked smile as she gazed at me. “Although Doni is a lunatic like Mr. Kumar's son, the good news is that I am aware of his frailties. He is gay and enjoys threesome BDSM sex. Despite his outward appearance of toughness, he is always the one who submits. But since he doesn't know you know me, you and Jack will have to pretend to be gay and I kindly ask you to play your parts to the best of your ability.

He had made a promise, walked right through my door and broke it, only to return in blood. I had so much to say to the bleading bastard. I should have turned him in. I should have called the cops on his stupid ass. But instead, I bent down and quietly finished off cleaning his wounds. I pulled out the emergency kit from under the sink and stitched the gash across his ribs with trembling fingers. Don spent six weeks hidden in my house. The cops had found Landi’s phone on his body and seen their conversation. I faked a death certificate, a doctored mortuary record. I paid off a corrupt coroner who owed me a favor from my medical internship days. Don became a ghost. And in those six weeks... I