When The Don's Pride Crumbled At My Feet Mga Nobela at Kwento

The hatred that had been fueling me for so long began to fade, replaced by something darker, more dangerous. I wasn’t just angry anymore. I was empty. Don groaned, barely able to lift his head to look at me. His swollen, bloodied face twisted in a weak, pleading expression. "Jess... please..." I knelt down beside him, my voice calm and measured now. "Do you feel that?" I asked, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. "That’s the cold hand of karma, Don. You brought this on yourself. You could have had everything. But now... you have nothing."

My sudden outburst had left him speechless. His confusion was etched on his face, but I could tell it was a mask of pretense he had worn to shield the truth. "Why did you do it Don?" I glared at him, my voice reverberating off the walls. Only then, did Don Pablo regained his ability for words, "Calm down little girl, who do you think you're talking to," He responded calmly. His voice was a stark contrast to the furnace burning within me, and had only added fuel to the flames burning within me.

My gaze dropped down at the growing puddle beneath me. My legs trembled from both pain and humiliation. I balled my fist, body shaking, trying to hold back the tears. I wished the ground would swallow me whole. He must be smiling now, drinking in every second of my defeat. "You would rather put pressure on your broken ankle and piss yourself than admit you need help?" He daid. "Doll, that's not bravery. That's pride wrapped in stupidity." "I don't need your help," my voice cracked as I tried to push myself forward, but he caught me.

I looked away quickly gazing downward trying to focus on my food but I couldn't as I saw two men walk in, the one in front had the side of his face bruised and bloody, and the one at his back kept pushing him till they got to the Don. The Don shifted his gaze to them, he glared at the injured one" How dare you, Luke! You tried to betray me and you were so stupid to believe that I wouldn't find out!" He snarled, his eyes burning with rage. The man went to his knees," I'm sorry, Don. I was forced to do it, please forgive me." He pleaded. The Don snickered, he punched the man in his face. "You of all people should know that I do not forgive traitors. They only get to rot in hell."

“She was recovering from a fever.” “Sure. And I’m recovering from secondhand embarrassment.” “She smiled.” “Did she smile like ‘yes’ or smile like ‘I’m about to fake my death’?” I didn’t answer. He leaned back, grinning. “This is amazing. The Don of the city, feared by half the continent, brought to his knees by a woman with tea and a fever.” “She’s not just a woman.” “I know. That’s why it’s hilarious.” I stood, walked to the window, and stared out at the skyline.

I was thrilled beyond belief, I feel giddy and warm on the inside. My hands became sweaty as my heart rate accelerate uncontrollably, all I could do was stare wide eyed and mouth open. I smacked my mouth shut realising how foolish I must look. It's still baffling; I mean, the mighty Mafia Don confessing his love to me? It's shocking and left me speechless.

“You think I don’t know? That you haven’t been whoring yourself out?” The first slap came so fast I barely registered it. Then another. His grip closed around my arm, tight enough to bruise. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I just... shut down. He finally left me crumpled near the wall, his parting words echoing like filth: “If I hear of this again, you won’t have a face left for Raya to fix.” When the door slammed shut, I just sat there. Breathing. Slowly.

I couldn't breathe. My knees gave way. I collapsed onto the cold floor.

Instead, he looked back at me with a smirk that sent fresh rage curling through the fear twisting in my gut. “You think you can come here and simply walk out alive?” He continued, his tone almost conversational. “How dare he insult me by sending his dog to steal from me.” The door slammed open behind Don. Two of his men hauled in bodies and dumped them onto the floor like sacks of meat. The heavy, sickening thuds echoed through the room. I forced my swollen eyes open wider, vision swimming, until the Familiar faces stared back at me, lifeless. My men. But Nike wasn’t among them.

“H-Help… me…” “What happened to you?” he asked, his grip on my arms tightening slightly to keep me from swaying. But my body gave up. The last of my strength vanished, and I collapsed into the stranger’s arms, surrendering to the darkness. "Miss!" His alarmed shout was the last thing I heard.