Novel & Cerita Weak Hero Donald Na

"When you were looking at that magazine, your eyes were glued to this ring. Couldn't look away." "So I bought it for you." There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He had no idea I'd only stared at the ring so he could pay off his debt faster. The cold of the diamond crept up my finger and into my chest. I shivered. But he didn't need my help. Did he? The voice on the phone had just called him Don. The Angelo I knew was a broke kid drowning in mob debt. What a joke. "Three whole years," My voice came out cold. "A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?"

Luke’s POV “You narcissistic braindead piece of shit!” she spat. “Your daughter is brought back to you safe and sound, and you interrogate me? Are you insane?” My jaw tightened. “Do you have any idea who I am?” “You’re the awful father who lost his kid and has the ridiculous gall to blame someone else for it. You could be the president himself – I don’t give a flying damn. Nobody talks to me like that. Least of all for protecting their child.”

Frank's head of security. I ran. So incredibly stupid. He was trained, I wasn't. He caught me, one arm wrapping around my waist, lifting me off my feet like I weighed nothing. "Easy, Doc. Nobody's gonna hurt you." "Let me go!" "Can't do that." I twisted, tried to elbow him, remembered the self-defense moves I'd half-learned from online videos. None of it worked. Vito just held me effortlessly until I stopped struggling. "You done?"

Derek leaned against the wall, flipping the padded stick from training in his hand like it was a toy. “You’re in a good mood,” Kael said. Derek didn’t look surprised to see him. “Watching the ghost grow teeth was entertaining,” he replied. Kael stepped closer. “Leave her alone.” Derek laughed. “Seriously?” “Seriously.” The stick spun lazily in Derek’s fingers. “She embarrassed herself,” he said. “I barely touched her.” Kael’s gaze didn’t shift. “You knocked her down four times before she moved.” “And?” “And I don’t like bullies.”

It looped photos of us from the past with the caption: Isabella, I was wrong. At the New York premiere, he even used what remained of the Corleone family's connections just to try and see me. When the bodyguards blocked him at the door, he knelt down in front of the entire media corps. The next day, the headlines of every tabloid read: Former Mafia Don Kneels in the Street to Beg Ex-Wife's Forgiveness. I ignored all of it, pouring all my energy into filming my new movie. It was during filming that I met Luca Moretti.

At the doorway, she glanced back at him and said, “Brother, no matter what you think of me, my heart has always been with you. “Whoever treats you as an enemy is my enemy. I might be weak and useless, but I won’t stand by and watch you get humiliated without doing anything.” “No one humiliated me!” Donald snapped, his pride flaring. Even with bruises on his face and marks around his throat, he refused to admit he had been defeated by Leon. He muttered, “Just stay at home. Don’t cause trouble for me.” Nina’s long lashes trembled slightly as she lowered her gaze. Donald liked women like Angela—bold and clever. She might not have the boldness but clever? She had plenty of that.

For all the omegas who had been harmed by his domination. For me. Oliver growled, now irritated. He was accustomed to winning battles and to his adversaries collapsing under his might. Anna wasn't breaking, though. She was winning. "You think you're something special?" Oliver's breathing became labored as he spat. "You are nothing. A weak little child acting like a hero." Anna's eyes were burning. "And you're just a pathetic coward hiding behind power that doesn't belong to you." Oliver lunged, but Anna was prepared.

Wilbet hated the sight of my tears. Forcing myself to breathe, I shook my head. "That is Malcolm Laurent," he scoffed, as if the name irritated him. "A very powerful man. Some say he has affiliates with the Mafia, and you were standing there chatting with him like a damn fool." I curled my fingers into my palm, feeling my nails dig into the flesh there. Wilbet turned to me harshly, grabbing my face. "Tell me, dear wife, did you embarrass me?" I knew "embarrass" was code for Did you tell him I hit you?

she murmured, "it's okay. We don't need guns to win this fight." For a moment, she thought he might argue. Then, with a barely perceptible nod, he reached into his jacket and handed over his weapon. Sofia and the others followed suit. As they entered the warehouse, Sofia's eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. A large round table dominated the center of the room, surrounded by chairs occupied by the city's most powerful crime bosses. All eyes turned to them as they walked in. Vincenzo Rossi, the newly appointed head of the Rossi family, stood at the head of the table. His lips curved into a smirk as he saw them. "Ah, the Morettis grace us with their presence. And look, they've brought a lawyer.