Novel & Cerita The Don's Counterfeit Heart

“I’m going to see what’s going on and make sure everyone is okay.” Nico sighed heavily, dragging a hand over his face before looking briefly toward the ceiling like he was asking God for patience. Then he looked back at me. “I know you’re worried about Axel.” he began. “I’m not,” I answered way too quickly. “But,” he continued like I hadn’t interrupted him at all, “he is the Don for a reason. Do you think he became the Don because people voted for him and gave him gifts of love? He had to spill blood. He had to be ruthless. Trust me, He can take care of himself.”

Everything about him screamed “bad news.” “Your cousin?” I repeated, my skepticism evident in each word. “Cousins don’t hold hands like that. And wasn’t it your army brother who showed up the other day? Who’s this Don that I’ve never heard of until now?” Don’s smirk widened as he took a step forward, his tone dripping with challenge. “So, what, you don’t trust Jessica?” he asked, his voice carrying an edge of defiance. “You got a problem with me being here?”

But Henry is a human; he's just different. "What am I going to do?" "How am I going to win his heart?" I grumble and stroll around the hall with my hand on my chin. "You wanna win the heart of who?" Someone speaks out, interrupting my thoughts, and I gasp. I turn around to see Henry standing there, his green eyes instantly mesmerizing me. My heartbeat quickens as I stumble backward, appearing to fall directly into his arms as planned. Even though I'm aware of the contrasts between us, his muscular chest against mine makes my heart scream with the drug.

He said as he walked towards the door. "And I am Carlos, why don't you sleep food will be brought to you soon" he said and walked out the door, she felt light headed all of a sudden and knew something was it the water he gave her. A shaky exhale escaped her. Her stomach turned. The room began to blur. She swayed, blackness tugged on her subconscious, and then it dragged her all the way under. Later in the Don's office Carlos walked in and saw Marco busy with some work as usual, his friend was such a workaholic, he thought. He did not look up when Carlos entered so he sat down at the edge of Marco's table and said.

Heart rate: elevated (approximately 130 bpm) Respiratory rate: shallow, rapid Blood pressure: spiking “Let me get this straight. You kidnapped me, offered me a job, and now you're blackmailing me?" "I prefer to think of it as aggressive recruitment." "That's not funny.” “Most people don't argue with me, Jane." "Most people aren't doctors who watched one man try to kill them for having a conscience. I did what you ask. Now let me go.” "I can't do that. You have twenty-four hours to decide." He stood, heading for the door. "I don't need twenty four hours! I already know my answer!” He paused, hand on the doorframe waiting.

Don said interrupting my thought. I chuckle inwardly at his statement. Joe will never agree to be part of a heist. He had chosen his lover Martina over his god-fatter Don who had picked him from the slum when he was a teenager and made him one of the best in the game and even me the lady who loved him to a fault. "Monalisa Parker will help us get Joe back to this table," Don announced, and my heart skipped a beat. "You're joking right?" I questioned before I could hold back my words and he nodded as he handed over a document to me.

Cross' POV I leaned forward slightly. My voice came low. Controlled. “I killed them.” A beat of silence. Then—“Why?” I took a slow breath. “They crossed my line. They tampered with my business. They touched what wasn’t theirs to touch.” A long, cold pause. Then—a slow, measured step. And finally—The Don emerged from the shadows. He was huge. Plump, but strong. His frame exuded power, but his movements were light, controlled. His suit was crisp, expensive. His eyes? Black. Unreadable.

“Valentina. I fucked up. I never should have let her disrespect you. I’ll make her disappear tomorrow. I swear.” Tears welled in his eyes. The Don of the De Luca family, crying on the floor like a child. “You’re everything to me. Without you, I’m nothing.” I looked at him and felt nothing. I’d seen this act one hundred and twelve times. Every betrayal. Then the same performance. “Alessandro. Get up.” “Not until you promise you won’t leave.” He hugged my legs. “I can change. I’ll change anything.” I pushed him away gently.

The Governor’s Son Chapter 15 SUNSHINE AND DENNIS are awestruck by his confession. “YOU’RE A DEVIL!” she screamed to the top of her lungs when looking at Don Angelito, but the handsome Don doesn’t care about her opinion. “I know,” he replied lifeless and without any signs of regrets in his words. Sunshine covers her mouth when finally realizing the Don still cares about the cute boy. “So you don’t kill the mother?” “Yes, she’s now undergoing bone operation today.”

“You’re impossible.” “I know. And I’m also psychic. You are so seeing someone.” I hesitated. Just a second too long. His grin widened like a cartoon villain. “Spill it.” “No.” “Please.” “No!” Donny huffed dramatically and leaned back on his elbows, eyes narrowed at the sky. “Fine. Don’t tell me. I’ll just make it worse in my head. You’re probably eloping with a Russian spy who feeds you raw fish and makes you wear a bear hat.”