The Don’s Favorite Lover Vanished Novels & Stories

It could have been that, or another thing, or another, for who knows what causes the love, the acceptance, the contentment, the duty, even, to suddenly vanish from someone’s life, if not an unstoppable trauma, or a small, niggling doubt, which grows and grows and will not stop growing? ‘Don Don! Don Don! Don Don!’ Lala cried, wandering around in the semi dark of the large house from room to room on an overcast day. But Sèdonoudè was not there. He was marching determinedly from Chateau Nullepart towards Monsègur where, on bended knee, he was going to proclaim his eternal love to an eternal sphinx: Linda.

love? To Venetia it was as clear as a day, she had seen Donavan's obsession flaring for Tara, she had envied the blush on Tara's cheeks when Don had chatted with her on the phone, she had seen them before they were apart. Don liked her, and he only found his daughter, because he was tracking her mother. It was Tara he looked for all along, and when he received the marvelous surprise of a child, he used it as an excuse to keep his wife alive too, hoping to cage her back in their toxic relation.

"Well, he met and married a Korean woman who was tending his injuries. They fell in love and left my Lola to raise her daughter alone. The family doesn't want to discuss him, especially your Lola Vicky." It's no wonder Lola Vicky is bitter toward Tita Diana. She already had set a man for her to marry, and she took that trip to meet Uncle Jacob because her father left his wife and child for another woman. "So, make sure you marry him before he runs off with someone, and you have to raise two kids." "Mum," the shower stops as Don is done showering. "Don will never leave me." "How sure?" The bathroom door opens as Don steps out, letting the steams out as I stare at his glory. His rip-shiny body

he replied A lover ! No ! Mr Brookes thought , even though Vanessa had a lover Blaze Rancher ,he never knew the place she called home .she never brought him home though he knew she was still seeing despite been warned several times to stay away from him . “ No ,he doesn't even know this place ” Mr Brookes defended his late daughter's lover as if he was his son . “ You can never tell , man is unpredictable ” Detective Kennedy said as he placed his palm together rubbing it gently against another .

All the stories she had heard about him as a man who could not be satisfied by one woman, were real after all, she reflected as she slid him another look, half fearfully. On the flight, Grace had filled her in on her lover’s boss, the Mafia Don who could not keep his hands off his wife now. She had been curious to see the woman who had captured the man and enslaved him so completely. The couple fascinated her. Proserpina Delano bit her lip as he looked at him and he scowled as he looked around the table stacked with the delicious looking food. The Don growled in a threatening, deep baritone that sent shivers down Maja’s spine, ’Woman?’

I was so used to having him by my side in the middle of an important mission, and tonight was no exception. "Fuck, Enzo didn't say which of the houses would be his," Antonio cursed. My mind went through the information I had about Don. He liked to leave a mark wherever he went. What were the odds that he did the same to his hideout? "Two parallel slashes," I whispered to Antonio. "Look out for that; I have a feeling if we find it, we find Don." Antonio nodded, and we split to either side of the street. After a few minutes of looking carefully at each gate, I finally saw the slashes I was looking for. It was quite prominent, meaning that Don didn't fancy hiding himself - just the arrogant per

It was ethereal, as surreal as the thick white fogs which covered the floors without rising. I was...transfixed, stunned. But not as much as when the light at the end of the hall came to life, baring to my view, the silhouetted figure of none other than the only man who could break me apart and put me together, The reason for my sleepless nights and the bane of my existence, My Don, Ferrara De Castello. The effects of the lights made me to dim my eyes, my narrowed pupils gulping in the full elegance of the man walking towards me.

“Your friends must think it’s exciting, seeing where you really live. All this time, hiding Daddy’s little palace away…” “Shut up, Jenny,” Amaya snapped. “Amaya.” Don Mario’s voice was sharp, controlled. One word, and she bit her lip, glaring at her plate. Jenny smirked in victory. I wanted to disappear into my chair. The tension was thick enough to choke on, and I couldn’t shake the way Don Mario’s gaze kept finding mine, even while Jenny clung to his arm. By the time dessert was finished, Amaya was seething, Jenny looked smug, and I was dizzy from it all.

"I guess I had turned invisible to your eyes." I stared at Don, who had not budged. He stood just behind her like a dark shadow—ever vigilant. "Alpha Don," I said his name between gritted teeth. "It is an honour to meet you. My fiancée has been missing and so pardon me for my rough manners." Don looked at me, his eyes cold and calculating, as if measuring a pest, not a danger. He sneered then, slow and slicing. "Your manners are, not surprisingly, poor," he stated, his tone even but full of contempt.

Caterina's POV Massimo Caruso became the biggest joke in New York. Videos of "The Island Wedding with No Bride" and "The Queen in the Cathedral" went viral on the dark web. Everyone saw the Don of the Caruso family get thrown out of a church. They also saw his "innocent" little sweetheart throwing a tantrum on the floor. He tried to kill the story. But he forgot. The servers that control the media now belonged to my husband.