روايات وقصص ضمن The Night I Saw My Don Burn

"Once the process begins, the name Elena Moretti ceases to exist. You’ll lose all protection from the Moretti family. You won’t even have a legal ID to your name." "I’m certain." As I stepped out of the bar, the massive LED screens in Times Square were tirelessly looping a proposal montage that had every woman in America swooning. The man in the video was the current Don of the Moretti family: Dante Moretti. Dressed in a bespoke suit, those hands—the same ones that had pulled triggers countless times and held the power of life and death over the East Coast—were now trembling slightly as they held a massive pink diamond.

Marco just swore at me, spitting that I'd ruined everything, that I'd pay for this. I just stood there, leaning against the mantel, watching them drag out the two people who'd killed me in my last life. The cold in my chest finally thawed, just a little. The Don didn't look at them. He just stared at the ash at the end of his cigar, and after a long minute, he turned to me, his voice rough but steady. "I'll handle the rest. You go on upstairs. Get some rest."

Lying on my back on my bed, I caressed Lulu's fur tenderly and continuously as I stared at the beautiful stars through my open windows. My mind decided to walk through memory lane. Starting from that night I met the Don. To yesterday at a restaurant. I was angry, but I can't lie that I was turned on by just looking at him. His closeness and all. Don't forget that devilish smirk. That is new. And sexy. And hot. He will be the death of me. I picked up my phone and moved to my text message spot. I stared at the huge amount of money staring at my face.

I’d found the spare key under the mat, just as I suspected, and now here I was, sitting in the darkness, waiting. It was late when the door finally swung open, and I heard his voice before I saw him. Slurred, loud, and disgusting. “Yeah, baby, you were the hottest thing in that club. I swear,” Don chuckled, his words tumbling out in a drunken mess. “Next round’s on me next time.” The woman he was with giggled, her voice annoyingly sweet. “You sure you can afford it, big guy?” she teased, her words full of flirtation.

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to

His lashes flickered, and a single tear fell. "Court is tomorrow. I came to tell you this divorce is happening no matter what. I don't love you. Do you understand?" I said it clearly, one word at a time. But what showed in Dante's eyes was still disbelief. "What did you say?" "I don't love you." I repeated it. For a moment he couldn't process the words, but seeing the state I was in today, he slowly calmed. After a long while, he nodded and let out a self-mocking laugh.

"Don't listen to that psychotic woman." Bruce finally accepted the reality when he saw how intimate Aaron was with me. He slumped to the floor, muttering, "Why would you do this to me? Nancy, you loved me the most. You'd even sacrifice your eyesight for me. How could you betray me? "I was stupid to think you'd be a pure, loyal woman. I never thought you'd so easily abandon me for money." I was trembling with rage at his baseless accusation. "Bruce, did you know when I regained my eyesight?"

“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.

"Please... don't leave me..." The next day, the video went viral on the dark web. The title was: THE FALLEN DON: LORENZO ROMANO'S PUBLIC MELTDOWN. In the video, the once untouchable Don of New York was being beaten like a dog, all to protect an old phone. Someone amplified the audio, making out the name I kept repeating. It wasn't a plea for mercy. It wasn't a curse. Just one word, filled with blood-soaked despair.