Dr Don Novels & Stories

He would have buried me, mourned me for a few months, and then married Sofia, making her the official Don's wife. Before I could say anything else, a soft knock came at the door. An older man in a crisp white coat walked in, carrying a black leather medical bag. He had kind eyes and a steady hand, and he nodded at me respectfully. "Mr. Luciano. Mrs. Capelli." "This is Dr. Hale," Elijah said, pulling a chair up beside the bed. "He's one of the best internal medicine specialists on the East Coast. I had him flown in from Boston while you were unconscious."

Another man with silver hair and a narrow face stands when Kenneth gestures toward him, smiling modestly while donors clap. Dean’s voice comes through Everett’s hidden earpiece, low enough that only he can hear. “Doctor at front left. Nathaniel Brooks. Lawson Medical Outreach. Connected to heat intervention records.” Everett’s gaze fixes on the man. Brooks looks clean. Respectable. A doctor donors would trust with their daughters, their sons, their Omegas, their secrets. His tuxedo fits well. His smile is practiced. His hands are steady. Everett wonders how many forms those hands have signed while someone frightened waited in a back room.

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to

Yes, she could. “Who is he?” I already knew who he was but I wanted to know if she was going to tell me. His name was Andrew Douglas, aged thirty-two, once employed as a detective in Nevada. More recently he retired, having cashed out his pension and started looking for Charlotte. He would still have friends and connections. Blue was blue.

I reply. "Do you know alot about the Draven's professor?" I ask curiously. The Professor chuckles a little as Lorie's school comes into view. "The Draven's and I go way back and please call me James when where not in lecture." He answers as he sticks his hands in his pockets. "I know everything about them and NIcolae and I are very close...I also know their family secret." He answers. "Are you one of them too?" I ask as we stop in front of Lorie's school.

Steven's untimely demise. Damon stepped forward, introducing the physician with a blend of formality and warmth. "Allow me to present Dr. Julian Hartman," he announced, his voice carrying a subtle undercurrent of respect. "He comes highly recommended and is renowned for his expertise in obstetrics and gynecology."

Dustin’s face grew colder. “How dare you make trouble at my clinic?!” Dylan’s assistant shouted at Dustin. Dylan’s face darkened, and he was getting annoyed. Delia watched in delight as Dustin got into trouble. Her face was full of mockery. “Dustin, Dr. Parker is a famous physician in Rivenesco and was once the director of the best hospital in the North Border. He’s also a reputable top grade physician. Show some respect!” she yelled at him. “Forget it, Dustin. Let’s just wait a little longer.” Simone tugged at Dustin’s sleeve.

The two specialists shook hands, and the unused fellow, a much more seasoned, merciful looking noble man, ventured over to see into Draco’s eyes. “I’m Victor Johns,” he said cheerfully. “Head of neurology. I’m happy you’re wakeful, Mr. Hill.” “Thanks,” Draco murmured, attempting to remain calm whereas the specialist looked him over. “Do we have your title correct?” Dr. Johns inquired. Draco nodded. “Yep. Draco Slope. That’s me.” “Hmm-mmm. What is your occupation?” “I’m a DJ. I work at Talon’s club.” “Excellent. Who is this young lady here?” Dr. Johns pointed at Sydney. Draco grinned, delight surging through him.

Although Rigoberto had never seen him personally, he was in the business industry and had heard of him before. Cyrus also recognized him but never expected such a big shot worth tens of billions to come to a small place like the Hills’ villa. “I-Isn’t this the boss of Sentinel Security, Kannon?” Rigoberto also identified another one of them. “I-Isn’t that Bjorn?” “Who’s Bjorn?” “Bjorn Truman! He is called the Doctor of Wonders. His medical skills are on par with the genius doctor, Dr. Fallon. He is also recognized worldwide as a talented doctor.