The Night I Saw My Don Burn Mga Nobela at Kwento

But I tried again and again, with nothing but a cheap tube of super glue and desperate obsession. Every tiny fragment sliced my fingertips like a razor. Blood dripped onto the manuscript, mixing with the ink to form dark red stains. I glued it piece by piece, as if I could mend my own shattered heart along with it. When the first ray of sunlight streamed through the blinds, I heard footsteps. The lock on the door turned. A man in a black suit stood in the doorway, his eyes as cold and hard as stone. "The Don wants to see you," he said flatly. "Immediately."

She will pay for making me feel this way. I start the engine. This isn't over, little angel. Not even close. --- My phone rings as I pull out of the estate. Marco. "Don, we found something." "What?" "Anne's been working late night shifts at a club. The Velvet Room. Dancing, maybe waitressing. She's there most nights until two or three in the morning." I grip the wheel tighter. A club. She's been dancing in some filthy club for money. "Why?" "She's struggling, Don. Living alone, working double shifts. No visible support."

I clenched my jaw and gave a curt nod before watching them walk past in their happy little family bubble. Keenan and I were seated at a high-back booth, and I ordered a bourbon before the hostess even left. I didn’t give a single fuck that it wasn’t her job, someone was getting me a fucking drink. “They looked good,” Keenan said, completely ignoring the anger I knew was all over my face. “Right out of a fucking magazine. Doesn’t fucking matter what they had to do to get there, who and what they destroyed.” “Cool it down, man.”

She kissed me then, slow and certain, the kind of kiss that made the world tilt. And I thought, for the first time in years, that maybe forever wasn’t a myth. That night, we cooked together in the villa’s kitchen. Holly chopped vegetables, Dante burned garlic, Santino poured wine like it was strategy. The staff watched from the doorway, smiling, whispering. The Don was laughing. The Don was living. The Don was in love. We ate under the stars, the sea whispering below, the air warm and full of promise. And I thought:

He turned again but Don stopped him. "I never thought you'd come back…after you betrayed us." "I didn't betray anyone." Jaxon's heart panged. "I saw you. You have before and you will, again … " Jaxon didn't understand what Don was saying. "It seems you're still not alright in the head, Don. You need more treatment. Stay home and heal." "I'm very well alright and I saw what I saw. You killed her." "Who?" Jaxon's patience was waning.

SEEING HIM MADE ME REMEMBER LAST NIGHT EVENT I CAN'T STAY HERE ANYMORE I'LL ONLY BE FINE WHEN I GET HOME 🏘️ EVERYONE BOW TO HIM AND IMMEDIATELY EXIT THE ROOM HE WAS LOOKING AT MY TERRIFIED EYES INTENSELY I WAS AFRAID OF WHAT HE'S GOING TO DO TO ME YOU ARE AWAKE? HOW DO YOU FEEL PLEASE LET ME GO DOMINIC 🙏🙏 I PLEADED WITH TEARFUL EYES 😭😭 AFTER I CALLED OUT HIS NAME HIS EYES TURNED FULL GRAY FILLED WITH LUST WHICH GOT ME SCARED HE GROWLED LOUDLY LIKE HE WAS IN PAIN, I GASPED SEEING HIS HARD COCK, HE MOVED UP THE BED LOOKING AT MY HAZEL EYES STIRRING AT ME LIKE A PREY

He kisses me—hard, brief, a seal on a death warrant. "We will cut them down," he vows. "Every last one of them." I look at the tablet. I look at my daughter in Ciro’s arms. I am not the girl in the rain anymore. I am the Donna. "Do it," I say. "Burn them."

Or at least people who were not supposed to be. Dona's hazel gaze drilled into me, burning right through my armor. Heat crawled up my neck, and I let out a sound of irritation. She wasn’t supposed to see me like this. Nobody was supposed to see me all cracked open and bleeding anger. To her, I was the untouchable hockey god. Not… this. And of course, I knew her brain was already turning, dissecting every piece of me. And my father decided to add his useless two cents.

'' I turned back and sighted Dyrus with a golden wand stretched towards me ''Get out'' He rasped ''I came here to...'' ''Are you a spy or are you trying to steal from me？'' ''You had a fling with me in my unconscious state and you are accusing me of theft'' I said. The door flung open and Don appeared at the door with a flushed face ''Your presence disgusts me, I don't want you in my villa, get out！'' Don yelled with squinted eyes I slumped my shoulder and went to the riverbank to get my headache-free. I sighted a man who was about to jump into the river.

The date stamp showed it had been accessed in the last three hours. I hit play. The video was blurry but clear enough to see that I was in it. Me… and Don. I sudeenly grew xold and my chest contracted. I remembered this day like I remember the twenty five letters of the alphabet. I remembered paying Don that money because it was the only thing I could do. But this? This was shabby. This looked… damning. My face stared back at me from the black screen as the video came to an end. I couldn't move, I didn't even blink. I was stunned.