The Phantom Of The Opera Don Juan นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"No. But I reserved the VIP and I thought we could be engrossed in... Other things while they did their thing." I frowned. "What other things can someone do in a fucking theater?" "You'll see," he winked. *** I did see. Fuck, I saw. Celestial highs and hellish lows, I saw it all. By the time we walked out of the opera, I could barely walk. I had to hold on to Luciano as we stumbled towards his car. "Fuck, that was good," he sighed when we finally hit the backseat. "I've never made out like that in an Opera," I groaned. My breasts were sore and they hurt slightly as my dress moved against them.

, Dolores asked. “The one from Italy, mama”, she said. “Okay, and so?”, Dolores asked as she picked up her glass of wine. “And so? Mama it’s not any random old Don. He is young and has the face of a god. You should see him mama”, Lima said in a dreamy manner. “Okay, I see. You have a crush on this Don. I will see what I can see about setting you up with him”, Dolores said and took a sip from her wine.

~ Manhattan, New York ~ "What do you mean?" "What I mean is, the Don adopted the daughter of Mr. Vale and has kept her locked away in the mansion. He arrived with her last night and has refused to let her go." "He addresses her as his captive, saying he is holding her captive and she belongs to him. I tried to find out why, but I could not get the information out of his assistant or the guards sire." The house keeper whispered into the phone, while scanning if anyone was around. The old Don could not help but sigh helplessly. His son was stubborn and liked to do things of his own accord but those things could put him in a mess or even get him in trouble.

Giovanni’s face said it all, he was not going to let this go. “I would first like to introduce you to my older brother, Nicolas D’Angelo, the REAL and rightful heir to this whole empire” Dante said, looking at Giovanni as people gasped, muttering between themselves “I was just as surprised as you currently are when I found out, but then again, it seems like our beloved father hid more than just my brother…”

When Don Fausto got to the foot of the stairs and saw what was happening, he nonchalantly asked. “Who dares to disturb my fun!?” He asked, irked that his fun was ruined just like that, “Huh!!” He snarled. That’s when Antonio made himself known by laughing out loud like a maniac, stepping out from behind one of his men. Don Fausto shuddered; his face turned pale, draining all the blood from his face. ‘That voice,’ he thought. He wasn’t going to hear it again; he thought he had finally gotten rid of the owner of that voice, so how? How is he here? alive and well?’ Don Fausto thought.

Luciano's POV The smell of disinfectant filled my nose. I forced my eyes open and met the doctor's grave expression. "Mr. Damiani, your legs were severely crushed in the car accident. To save your life, we had no choice but to perform an amputation…" Amputation? My legs… were gone? I lay there on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The phantom pain from my lower body—pain from something that no longer existed—was vivid, gnawing at me in waves.

I don't know if it was because I feared him or feared knowing the truth. Roman’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. “You will stay here. You will ask no questions. You will do as I say.” I looked up at him, tears still burning at the edges of my eyes. “And if I don’t?” For the first time, a ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Cold. Dangerous. “Then you won’t live long enough to regret it.”

I was escorted back to my room, where I eagerly enjoyed my breakfast and began savoring it, especially after the strenuous workout I had the previous night. "Lascia che sia Dimitri a lasciare la sua impronta, labbra gonfie, succhiotti intorno al collo. Mi sorprende che la povera Rena cammini bene." (Leave it up to Dimitri to leave his imprint, swollen lips, hickeys all around her neck. I'm surprised poor Rena is walking properly.) I fixed my gaze on Rico, while the two men continued teasing me in Italian. Nevertheless, I chose to let them enjoy their playful banter as I savored my meal in contentment.

My mom slowly walked up to me and held my hand, smiling faintly. The man smiled and patted Jeremy on his shoulder as he lit a cigarette, filling the area with smoke exhaling from his nostrils . "Having no time to waste, let's get down to the talk of the day" he turned to me and stated without mincing words; "I am Don Juan. The Lord of the Headers mafia , an enemy to Draco and your mom here, is my lover ".

he whispered to her and kissed her teary eyes, making her hug him tightly. The mafia don peered into her glossy eyes. She was looking completely ruined and this satiated his inner demons, who had been feeling that pain restless for years, but now they had found their calmness. He had found his serenity in this woman. Luka felt her squeezing herself around him, making him growl in bliss. “F*ck….” Attaching their mouths again, he started moving inside her, while clearing feeling that blaze of possessiveness torching inside his soul for her.