The Silent Don Mga Nobela at Kwento

but don is not in consciousness dhiren went near the computer and checked cctv footage, he seen the way don made srinithi to stand on the ice berg, dhiren's anger increased he noticed the way don pushed srinithi aside and the way she gone unconscious everything, dhiren took a bucket full of cold water and thrown on don he opened his eyes wide with a loud gasping, dhiren held Don's collar while asking "how you're feeling Mr. Don Lucas Royece?" don pushed dhiren aside while questioning "are you mad?" dhiren shouted with anger "I'm not mad, the one who is mad is you, how can you hurt that little innocent girl, she came all the way here just for you, but you bastard, you hurted her, how can you

Before Rafeal could respond, one of the mobsters stepped into the room. "Boss. The Don asked for your presence, sir," he informed politely. Rafeal nodded, then turned back to Milena. "Don't worry. I'll eat your food before going to see him." Milena exhaled. "The Don is Silence, right?" she asked. "Hmm," he nodded. "I've been here for a while, and I still haven't seen him," she said. She had been looking forward to meeting the mysterious Silence but never got the chance.

Cross' POV I leaned forward slightly. My voice came low. Controlled. “I killed them.” A beat of silence. Then—“Why?” I took a slow breath. “They crossed my line. They tampered with my business. They touched what wasn’t theirs to touch.” A long, cold pause. Then—a slow, measured step. And finally—The Don emerged from the shadows. He was huge. Plump, but strong. His frame exuded power, but his movements were light, controlled. His suit was crisp, expensive. His eyes? Black. Unreadable.

" Silence fell on the other side of the camera. I gave a wry smile and picked up my tray to continue working. It wasn't until 2:00 am that I dragged my exhausted body out through the bar's front door. The woman approached me again. "Julian, do you need the money because you're in some kind of trouble? I might be able to help you." The moment I looked up, blood suddenly gushed from my nose. A cry of alarm came from behind the camera. "Julian!"

​He stepped back, his face returning to its silent, stony mask. ​"The shower is ready," Lorenzo said, gesturing to the bathroom. "Five minutes, Bianca. Make them believe you’re the smartest person in the room, or you won't live to see ​I looked at the bloody chip on the floor, then at the man who had just saved me—and threatened me—in the same breath. ​"Fine," I said, my voice cold. "I'll speak for the Silent Don. But when I'm done, he's going to wish he’d stayed quiet."

Amy burst through the cabin door with a loud bang, startling Mr. Silvester immediately looked up from his desk. His secretary stood behind Amy, her face flushed and her hands wringing nervously, unable to stop Amy from intruding into the CEO's office. With a wave, Mr Silvester signalled for his secretary to leave them alone. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded and quietly closed the door behind her, leaving the two of them in the room. Mr. Silvester calmly gazed at Amy's angry face. She stood there, her fists clenched at her sides, her eyes blazing with fury. “How could you do this?” she shouted, her voice echoing in the spacious office. “You just broke off the merger without any warning

He said as he walked towards the door. "And I am Carlos, why don't you sleep food will be brought to you soon" he said and walked out the door, she felt light headed all of a sudden and knew something was it the water he gave her. A shaky exhale escaped her. Her stomach turned. The room began to blur. She swayed, blackness tugged on her subconscious, and then it dragged her all the way under. Later in the Don's office Carlos walked in and saw Marco busy with some work as usual, his friend was such a workaholic, he thought. He did not look up when Carlos entered so he sat down at the edge of Marco's table and said.

"That sounds nice." "That's belief," he said simply. “I don't doubt what I don't see. I can feel it! ”He explained to her. He stood in front of her. "Close your eyes." He asked and Alissa obeyed after a moment's hesitation. He gently stroked her cheek with his finger. "Do you feel that?" She nodded. "What was that?" He wanted to know. "Your finger."

He opened the journal. He wrote: Don is preparing for Greece. He has begun. He will not say he has begun until he has something to say about what he has found. This is also a Don quality: the preparation that precedes the announcement of the preparation. He looked at what he had written. He thought about the first year, when he would not have been able to make this observation because he had not yet learned to see the difference between Don's preparatory silences and his ordinary silences. The preparatory silences had a particular quality—a kind of gathering, as if Don were pulling threads from the air and winding them into something that would eventually become a position. In the first year

"Liliana, come here." He thought I would obediently wag my tail like a puppy and grovel at his feet like before. I stepped out from behind Alessandro and swept my gaze across the crowd boldly. How had Liliana, the mute of the Volsi family, become so unattainable? My gaze first landed on Alberto. "Since this is your territory, then Don Volsi—you who pride yourself on being the only Don in Altamura that honors its code—does Alberto's oppression and abuse of me count as a violation? And if it does, shouldn't there be punishment?"