The Don’s Favorite Lover Vanished Novels & Stories

"Hey, Lucas," Lucas walked closer to him and frowned. “Why are you drinking?" "I want to forget my sorrows, Lucas,” He replied. "What's the matter?” Lucas sat next to him. Luciano dropped his head, and his lips formed into a pout. “She loves someone else. She doesn't love me," Lucas' chest tightened as the realization of Luciano's words settled in. "She loves Don, doesn’t she?" "Hmmmm," A small smile crept up Lucas' lips. “He’s the best person for her. She is the best for him also. Don is changing,"

he asked no one in particular "Look at De Luca's son. He's only sixteen but already he's getting into the business. And that little shit looks like he might really turn out to be my biggest competition yet" "Padre..." "I said SHUT UP" Angry that he'd ended up with two useless girls, the Don descended on them like a possessed man. He didn't care who his blows landed on. So long as it was one of them, he was okay with that. When Marianna realized that, she pushed Carina forward so that she got most of the hits. By the time the Don was done, Carina's face was swollen with bruises everywhere while Marianna only had a few bruises.

Tony asks. "Of course, I forgive you. I knew you'd never kill me. That shot was not the best that you could do. Besides, let bygones be bygones. Let's go and drink whiskey. I need one after all the things that happened today. I want to check on Donna Romani," Dante says. Tony watches Dante walk away. I love to see Donald Romani. He has always had a crush on her. He knows she is much older than he is, but she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. He also knows that he can never reveal how he feels about her, because they need life would be worth nothing. Don Romani is known for being very jealous of his wife. As he and Enzo are standing in Dante's office, a younger version of Donna Ro

"Isn't it a good thing if you die? At least then I might be able to carve out a sum of money under the title of the Caro widow. That's way better than being locked up here by you." Enzo looked at her and suddenly asked, "Was there ever even a single second where you truly loved me?" Sofia looked as if she had just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. She laughed until her shoulders shook. "Love? Enzo, don't tell me you're only just now realizing what I loved was your money, your status, and your last name? As for you—" She slowly raised her head, her eyes brimming with pure malice. "I've long been sick of the sight of you."

"You gave away the family gown I guarded with my life. You ground my dignity into the dirt. You stripped me of my last defense against the cold and threw me out of my only home in the middle of a blizzard." The color drained from his face. "You never loved me," I continued, my voice cutting through his sobs. "You loved the idea of me. A shadow you could control. A pet you could break and then praise for coming back to you." "No... that's not it... Arabella, I love you..." "A shame," I cut him off. "Because she died in that storm." Santino trembled violently. He clutched his chest, gasping for air, a pained, animal sound coming from his throat.

I held him through the night terrors, wiped the blood from his hands, sat with him in silence when the world felt like it was closing in. With me by his side, Luca crawled out of hell. His voice came back rough, gravelly, permanently scarred. And it took him only one year to hunt down every traitor in the family, to take his rightful place as Don of the Vitali Family, the unchallenged Capo dei Capi of the Sicilian underworld. I was the one he kissed, touched, loved in the dead of night, when the world outside didn’t exist. But never in my worst nightmares did I imagine that the first thing he’d do, once he held all the power, was sign a legally binding marriage contract with the woman who’d

“Please.” I looked at him, and I felt nothing. No anger. No sadness. No love. The girl who’d loved him had died nine years ago, on her 25th birthday, in that empty club. “I’m not going to marry you, Vincent,” I said quietly. “I’m not even Isabella Rossi anymore. That girl is gone. She died waiting for you to choose her. The woman standing here now is Elena Voss. And she doesn’t need you.” “I know you hate me—”

"But yesterday... seeing Don at that cafe... it broke something inside of me permanently. The way he looked at you with that sheer, terrifying rage. The way he tried to corner you, to control you, to humiliate you in public... and then turning around and using me as a pathetic rebound tool just to make you jealous. He didn't love me, Yola. He doesn't love anyone but himself. I looked at him and realized I don't want him anymore. He’s a hollow, cruel shell of a man." Maria buried her face in her hands again, her loud, broken sobs drawing a brief glance from the counter attendant. "But the worst part... the absolute worst part is that I can tell I am losing my best friend. I traded fifteen yea

I walked to the coffin and slowly knelt down. Under everyone's gaze, I kissed the edge of the coffin. "Sophia, if you're really in heaven, please visit me in my dreams." "Tell me if you're doing well." My voice was broken like a child's. Whispers spread through the crowd. "Look, the Don loves the Donna to the bone..." "Never seen him like this before..." "Such a devoted man..." I smiled bitterly. Devoted? No, I was a bastard. If I really loved her, I shouldn't have coveted Isabella's excitement.

"Where is Isabella? Did she come back at all?" She flinched and shook her head. "No, Don Corleone. Donna Corleone hasn't returned since leaving earlier." The car had barely cleared the estate gates when Vincenzo's phone rang. It was a call from the police. "Don Corleone, we received a report that your wife was abducted at the old downtown and taken to the abandoned docks. A witness says she may have fallen into the sea. We found a bloodstained scarf on the shore. Please identify it."