The Don's Counterfeit Heart Novels & Stories

“Don, uno degli uomini è stato avvistato in numerose occasioni con la stessa ragazza. Per favore, guarda questo file, forse può essere il nostro biglietto d'ingresso.” {“Don, one of the men has been spotted on numerous occasions with the same girl. Please look at this file, maybe she can be our ticket in.”} Matteo placed the file in his hand and left the office. The Don’s hands tightened around the file, His eyes turned onyx red as his wolf threatened to take control. He shut his eyes tightly and took deep breaths. When he was certain that he was calm, He opened the file. He looked at the man who took everything from him and his heart got filled with hatred. His eyes trailed to the girl in t

"Should have disappeared with your stolen millions and never looked back. But you got greedy. Got arrogant. Thought you could destroy me and take everything I've built." "The council meeting…." Antonio tried. "Is going to see every second of this conversation," Dante interrupted, holding up the recording device. "Going to see you confess to embezzlement, to murder, to kidnapping. Going to see you try to manipulate my wife into betraying me. And then—" His smile was terrible. "Then they're going to watch me kill you. Slowly. As is my right as the betrayed Don." "You can't….my allies….the families won't accept…."

That’s when she spotted an ice-cream shop out in the open and all of a sudden, she had the craving to have something sweet. “I need ice-cream” she gestured to Quisito, whose eyes were still settled on her. “Tell them my name, they’ll give you anything you want” he said, and returned to his call. Her eyebrows furrowed at his authoritative reply because the last thing she wanted was to do was to grab the attention of the surrounding people, because he was a Don. “I want money in dollar bills” she interrupted his conversation, again. He opened his mouth to say something rude but decided against it and shoved his hand into the left pocket, fished out a hundred-dollar bill and extended it to her.

“We built that body in the lab—a super realistic prosthetic that looked exactly like your sister. It wasn’t a clone or anything, just insanely detailed. We faked the autopsy, the DNA—everything. Violet and Renzo were in on it from the start. The whole thing was a setup to root out the traitor and trap Ronan Lombardi.” I stood there, completely stunned. I didn’t know what to feel first—shock, relief, confusion, or just... gratitude. My eyes widened as it all started to click—everything I saw had been fake, part of an elaborate setup. “You realize we could actually sell this tech, right?” Gabriele said, looking over at Marco with a spark in his eye. “We could rake in a fortune overseas with fa

He felt a chill touch his bare skin as he climbed out of bed. He gathered his clothes scattered on the marble floor, dressing hurriedly but soundlessly. His eyes remained fixed on Matteo’s still form. In the moonlight streaming through the massive windows, the Don looked less threatening, but Noah knew that was an illusion. If he were caught now, there would be no more negotiations. Noah snatched the access card. The cold metal against his palm offered a flicker of certainty. He glanced at the exit, then back at Matteo. He had to go now, before dawn broke, before the security system performed its automated reboot at six in the morning.

The rush of adrenaline made me restless and I soon found myself on my feet, pacing back and forth. What if accepting the Don's proposal was a mistake? And my mom… Fuck. I didn't even know her state right now. The thought of that made me bolt out of the room, wanting to ask him about my mom. But the scene I met outside made me freeze, clutching my fingers around the railing. “You had just one job,” Don said, his tone low and dark. The worker he's holding trembles unreasonably under Don's grip, sweat greasing his entire body, like he's been drenched by rain.

He sighed and thought about the best way to explain. “Do you remember Donny?” I asked. He was quiet for a few seconds then suddenly snapped his fingers. “Yeah, the guy who owns the café you worked at. The one Ayo thought was shady but we didn’t quite figure out what was wrong with him?” “Exactly. It turns out he was involved in a shady business of selling counterfeit drugs in original packaging. I got tangled up in that mess but recently, I got the help of a detective and it has all been sorted out now.”

I chuckle "Okay but if you find a credit card with white powder it's not mine" he protests "Oh my god, Matt" I hit him on his chest "I'm kidding geez you're so gullible" he chuckles out and I slap his arm "Plus Dons don't carry around their stash of drugs" he kisses my forehead and I roll my eyes "What's a Don" my poor innocent mother quizzes whilst looking at us "Oh ma'am it's someone high up on the food chain" he grins looking at me

If he's not my dad's referral, maybe I cast him out from my territory. I went inside the pit room where I hid Damon's heart inside. I was the one who keeps it. But, as I was approaching inside, the awful whiff of something odd deepens. I covered my nose as I walked inside the room. The first thing I did was to check the wooden box. It's still there and I feel relieved. I thought something occurred. I was about to leave when I noticed the difference in the box. It's a fake one! My heart stop, actually it's always not beating. I felt like the whole underworld crash over me. " Sabina!!!" I called my assistant.

“ I know what you are doubting . From a young age , I realised that you wanted to be a boy . That you never felt comfortable under a girl’s skin . After experiencing such a shocking incident , I was curious to see if you would finally have the courage to take the step ahead and transform yourself in what you were supposed to be born as . When looking at your crying face leaving the Landar mansion back then , I thought that maybe I was wrong but as expected from me , I am indeed never wrong . “ said mr Donovan with a smirk . Antonio looked at mr Donovan annoyed as he faked a smile . “ Heh ! He he he !…..I can’t believe what I am hearing . You really are a manipulative , calculative and annoyi