The Don’s Favorite Lover Vanished Novels & Stories

“Carmen always remember this. “Don’s said lovingly, “I love Tio and I love you and I will always be there for both of you no matter what happens. “Thank you Don, for understanding after this visit there won't ever be any reason to contact him again and we can forget him completely. I told him determinedly. But secretly I was praying that he would be okay. As I did not want him to die. After all he is my first love with whom I shared my first kiss and lost my innocence to him. Even if we have separated I had good as well as unpleasant memories of him.

I was already aware of this information and had no desire to learn more at that moment. Everyone was curious about whether the late Don had feelings for Eve. He had never officially called her his wife, only referring to her as his partner. This would infuriate her, causing her to lash out at the staff. The room in question had remained closed until the Don's death, and when Eve attempted to move in afterward, Silvio refused her entry, declaring himself the new Don. Unable to bear the humiliation, Eve had to leave. The intriguing part? A few years later, Silvio gave that very room to a maid who seemed to appear out of nowhere, she said, and I shot her a glare.

"Don't," Sienna said sharply. "Don't pretend to have a sudden sisterly affection. I can see through manipulation. I've been captive to a master of it for weeks." Behind Sienna, still positioned by the doors, Luca remained silent. Watching, assessing, giving Sienna the confrontation she needed. Serena's gaze shifted to him, assessment clear even in the dim lighting. "Mr. Romano. The Don who's been chasing me for twenty years." "I was chasing a fantasy," Luca said, his voice cold. "You're just the disappointing reality."

The streets we’d walked, the car he sent to pick me up, the places where I had pretended to be loved. Everywhere I went, I saw him. Not the Don the world feared, but the man I had loved in my own foolish way. The one I had believed, just for a second, might have loved me too. But that man didn’t exist. The silence of my apartment grew heavier by the hour. The walls started to feel like they were closing in, pressing the air out of my lungs. I’d wake up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, reaching for a voice that would never answer me again.

I was untouchable now, tainted by the Don's displeasure. Slowly, painfully, I pushed myself to my hands and knees, then to my feet. I didn't look at anyone as I walked away, my head held high despite the humiliation, each step a silent vow. This was the end. Lorenzo Valenti had killed the last of my love with his indifference. All that remained was the ghost, and soon, even that would be gone.

Simply because Lucas was Bella's son. Alexander clutched Leo's drawing, feeling a regret he had never known before. He wanted to make it up to them. He wanted to salvage everything he had lost. Alexander immediately ordered his men to mobilize every asset and search the entire city for Sophia and Leo. Two days later, his assistant Marcus braced himself to report to Alexander. "Don, we found Donna Sophia and the Young Master..." "Where?" Alexander shot up from his chair. "They are in... St. Petersburg, Russia."

"Where were we? Ah, that's right - you fellows were going to agree to deliver my fortune to me." Donovan fought down the growl that had risen in his throat. "And why is it you believe we know where this fortune is?" "Oh, please. Can we just drop this charade?" She batted her dark lashes. "We all know the story already. My fiancé left me all of his worldly possessions. And yet somehow before he died he forgot to inform me that he'd hidden the most valuable of those possessions all around the globe." She gave a little titter of a laugh. "Vinnie was absent-minded like that. Brilliant man, but often he'd forget the most important things." A shadow passed across her eyes - so briefly that Donovan

She grinned. "A man who fights this hard for a woman would never give up on her. I knew it. And that, my dear, is the real weakness of love. It’s dangerous. It makes people stupid." A knock came from the door. Valentina didn’t flinch. She set her glass down, turning toward the door. A man stepped inside, dressed in a sleek black suit. He bowed slightly. "Donna, the Don is here." Valentina’s smile widened. She turned to me, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Showtime."

But she raised her head and grinned, her teeth stained with blood as he whispered, through swollen lips, “So is this how you treat a former lover, my Don?” Her eyes flashed hate at Proserpina who was shaking like a leaf, clinging to her lover’s chest. “I never loved you, Gabriela,” declared the Don flatly,” You were just a wh*re to sue when I was wild.” He kissed the top of his wife’s bowed head tenderly, tipping her head back with his fingers as he looked into her eyes deeply and said, “There is only one woman I have ever loved, and that is the one in my arms.”

This was ludicrous. If anyone has told Anastasia that her married life was going to be a joke, she won’t have believed it. The young lady knew that Donovan has no love for her and she has confirmed that he has someone else he loved. A maid that he had kidnapped for reasons only known to him, yet the point was that he was in love with her, before she disappeared from the face of the earth, which she was no fool to believe that she’s dead. Donovan has something to do with her disappearance, perhaps he took her away from the main house and took her to his penthouse to keep the both of them from meeting, he knows too well that she won’t take it lightly with him if he cheats right in front of her