Novel & Cerita The Night I Saw My Don Burn

Before I could respond, the door clicked open again. Don Mario walked in dressed in black tonight. He said nothing for a long moment, just studied me like a man assessing his work. Finally, he moved closer. His fingers brushed my shoulder, adjusting the strap. “Better,” he murmured and smiled, almost to himself. Then his eyes met mine. “You’ll do more than turn heads tonight.”

Rose woke up panting, her heart racing as she realized it was already morning a new day indeed! The remnants of her nightmare clung to her like a heavy fog. Years ago, she had been in the car with her parents when the accident occurred. She made it out with only a few injuries, but her parents never did, leaving her and her sister Jennie alone. It was a tragic night that haunted her dreams, and now, waking up alone in a strange mansion only intensified those feelings of loss.

“I honestly did not know. After signing the contract and he left. I honestly did not know what happened next, i got knocked out and by the time I woke up, I got knews that my house was on fire. I ran home to meet the horror of my house burning. And passerby’s were trying to gain access as they claimed they had heard a woman and a crying child but the flames were overwhelming. I thought you all died in the fire” Don ramon broke down, tears pouring down his face. “So I was too heartbroken to stay back. Too powerless to fight, that very night I tried to pick whatever was left of the ruins, but pedro sent his thugs after me and I had to run away for my life”

I was crushed by a hard knock of the gun's butt on my neck. Right away, I sagged. I had thought my strength could revive the dowsing in my eyes and at least sustain me to fight a little more with this b*tch but hell NO! The last sound I heard was my heavy thud on the ground. _____________ Donald's POV Stacy was struggling to voice out. Her uptights leveled up. She rushed to the window and flipped aside the glass as if she couldn't see through them. "It's the f*cking Bloodmoon, Don!!!" She screamed, astonishingly pointing to the bright full moon through the window.

Anyone with a brain would know he definitely hadn't filmed that video for her, nor had he ever meant to send it to her. Just as I was marveling at Mandy's lack of intelligence, she sent me a message to complain. "Jon, Sarah told me about what you did. How could you be so impulsive? Even if you don't trust Lenard, don't you at least trust Sarah?" Profanity burst out from me. Sometimes, stupid people truly were more infuriating than evil people. There was no hope for Mandy—no cure at all. I failed to get any rest for the remainder of the night. The moment dawn peeked over the horizon, I called my secretary.

A message from an unknown number: *Watching you walk away, Don Valentino. Smart move. Let your wife think she's protecting you. Let her coordinate with the FBI. Let her believe she's in control. It'll make betraying her so much sweeter when the time comes. See you at the gala. Oh, and Dante? Your mother would be proud. You've finally learned to love someone enough to let them destroy you. Just like she did. - A* Dante's blood turned to ice as he stared at the message.

"But I will help you if you tell me where Don is." He squeezed his eyes shut, pain etched on his face. "We already see him in the games room or the golf course. He might..." "Where's his room, dumb ass?" I snapped. "What the hell would Don be doing in the games room by this time? I needed something credible." "I don't... Don't," he muttered. "Pathetic," I muttered and pulled the trigger. The gunshot broke the silence that had settled over the place. Antonio glanced at me. "Let's go, Rodrigo."

"Let her sleep. She's in too much pain." Mom collapsed to the floor and began to wail loudly. Her wailing was filled with grief, remorse, and despair. I felt my body becoming very light as I listened to her cries, like I was a feather floating toward the sky. At that moment, I suddenly saw myself from my past life. I was working hard in the production line and running in the snow. I saw a silly Tamara and an arrogant Dad. Finally, everything was over. I was free. "I'm not coming back again in my next life," I said, barely moving my lips as I uttered my final words and breathed my last.

When I lost the baby, I begged my fiancé, Don Adriano Ferraro, to save me. But his stepsister got there first. "Don't buy her act. She's just fishing for attention—again." And he believed her. He left me to die. Next thing I knew, I was flat on a hospital bed, barely hanging on, while nurses whispered like I was invisible. "I heard she's Don Ferraro's fiancée. Yikes, what a mess."