Romans & histoires Donald Na

"What bullsh*t!" "You know better than anyone else whether I am bullsh*tting or not." Alina sneered, "Mr. Donald, let me tell you. The moment I'm being kicked out of University A, I will expose all the nasty things about you, and by that time you can stop thinking about staying in this university. Everyone will then discover that the most respected Mr. Donald is actually an animal who has an illicit relationship with his students."

"I was desperate, Baron. I didn't think I had a choice." Aurelia's voice trembled with anger and disappointment. "Dad, you lied to me! You promised me you'd stop gambling, but you didn't! Now look what's happened!" Carlos's eyes dropped in shame, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, Aurelia. I'm so sorry. I don't know what to do." Baron's laughter grew louder, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Ah, the drama. The tears. It's almost...entertaining. But enough. You've entertained me long enough, Carlos. Now, it's time to pay the price."

Connie will promote anyone with talent, no matter what their background is. In the past, the Damien Family used to make me feel suffocated. However, I am fond of the Damien's now because this is my first time experiencing the happiness and pride of being a part of the Damien Family! Besides, there's the Michel Family too. Dona is an oddball, but she is still openly involved in the administrative work in the Michel Family. Furthermore, she is known as the infamous Mr. Dona in Taadi City's underworld. She would shoot anyone who has the audacity to drop a comment on the spot.

"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?"

something stupid Emery was saying about my four days of mental vacation when Connelly tapped me on the shoulder, “Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?” He looked almost sad and I nodded. I followed him into Dalton’s office and sat down in a big comfy leather office chair. His office was immaculate, of course, but lined with deer antlers and deer heads. Typical southern male decor. I rolled my eyes and chuckled to myself. Connelly sat across from me at Dalton’s desk and I raised my eyebrow at him, “You taking Dalton’s place or something?” I giggled and he gave me a small smile before sighing. His eyes met mine and he shook his head, “When you walked on to our territory, I knew you were our L

"Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!" I chuckled softly, amused by his pathetic attempts at redemption. Unintentional? Was that his excuse? My gaze remained on the apple as I asked, my tone calm, almost curious, "Unintentional, you say?" He stammered, but I didn’t need his explanation. I already knew the truth. His hands didn’t "accidentally" steal an entire shipment of guns. I set the apple down, finally meeting his terrified eyes. The fear in them was satisfying—a reminder that betrayal in my world came with a steep price.

The couple got married on Christmas of that same year and Ada had happily lived with him ever since. Cainan had visited, but not as often as he should because, although they had two things in common (his mother and the fact that both of them were widows), he felt like the outcast amongst them. Donald was a widow for ten years and he had a wife with whom he has two daughters and one son with and they were all in their twenties. The two oldest, Lisa and Daniel, were working with him at his oil refinery company, while the youngest, Remi, was still studying medicine.

Then, he took the mic from my hands. "I and my wife," he began, his voice smooth and deep, "will be making the first donation." He looked straight into the crowd now. "Fifty million dollars." Gasps erupted around the room, followed by stunned silence. The same people who had doubted me seconds ago now wore expressions of awe, uncertainty, and respect. My heart pounded. What was he playing at? Dante turned slightly toward me, the corner of his mouth twitching in the faintest hint of a smirk.

“You—you are Don Dante Romano?!” “In the flesh.” I knew him. I definitely knew him. Hell, any Italian person who has the barest connection with the underground world would know him. Youngest Don in history. This man became a don at age fourteen. At age fourteen I was having sleepovers, painting my nails, beheading my Barbie dolls, and doing weird makeups with my mother, while he was going around, shooting, killing, and selling hard drugs and bizarre things. Marriage with him was like selling myself to the devil.