Jared Donalson の小説・ストーリー

When he saw me, he froze. "Nora…" His voice was raw. I didn't answer. I just gave him a slight nod. The kind you give a stranger. "Gentlemen, let's begin," the mediator announced. But Damon wasn't paying attention to the deal. He was staring at me, a wild, desperate light burning in his eyes. "Nora," he said, his voice raw. "Can we talk? Alone?" "There's nothing to talk about," I replied, my voice pure ice. "We're competitors."

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

"Viviana! I'm talking to you! Where did you meet this shady person? Get back to the estate. Don't forget who you are." I finally turned to look at him. My gaze was flat like still water. Then, in a voice just loud enough for all of his Soldatos to hear, I slowly asked, "Mr. Falcone, do we know each other?" His pupils shrank. The hand on my wrist loosened. "Why…" I easily slipped free from his grip and smoothed the wrinkles from my sleeve. It was the same motion he had used to clean his gun five years ago. "Oh, I remember now," I scoffed. "You're the legendary Don who sent his adopted daughter and fiancee to federal prison just to marry her best friend."

LIA'S STEPMOTHER “You got my note,” he says. “I read it,” I reply. His mouth twitches. We sit across from each other at the table. No small talk. “You shouldn’t have passed it on,” he says. “That makes you visible.” “You shouldn’t have sent it,” I say. “You know what happens if the dons hear this,” he says. “They won’t ask who told them.” “And you think they’ll spare you?” I ask calmly. “You’re the one who knows first.”

The entire estate fell silent. Every guest’s gaze fixed on Vincenzo as he stormed in. He wore a black suit streaked with dust, his hair plastered to his forehead, red veins spreading across bloodshot eyes. In his hand was the misshapen leather bag, battered and worn, making him look utterly defeated. It was an image unrecognizable compared to the once‑imperious Don Corleone. “Vincenzo, you dare make a scene at Ella’s engagement?”

“My Mamma isn’t dead! You have no right to say that she is!” The living room fell silent for a moment. Donna Moretti hesitated before looking at Father. “Don Vitale… this is…?” Father’s face looked as cold and hard as iron, his voice completely emotionless as he said, “A servant’s child.” My entire body froze. It was true that he had already announced to the outside world that Bianca was his only daughter. At school, Bianca had always told everyone that I was the daughter of a servant, too.

"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?"

Damian and I would be taking Communion the same week — stones tied to our ankles, off the boat, into a part of the ocean nobody finds. I smiled. I stood up. Took the cigar out of his hand. "You're old. I think cigars aren't really your thing anymore." "You don't have a lot of time. That's why you're rushing. That's why you led with your hand." "Never let your enemy know what you're thinking. You taught Lorenzo that, didn't you?" The old Don's face stopped moving. He probably hadn't expected the same young woman who'd once knelt in front of him to be lecturing him as Donna of his own family.

No expert worth their salt would conclude otherwise. Feeling smug, he turned to Don to offer fake comfort. “Hey, chin up! Eliott obviously did not mean this. I’m sure everyone knows this. It’s too bad he made a fool out of himself simply because he’s a little too slow and trusting. But it’s not his fault, right?” Don gritted his teeth so hard they could have turned into powder. And yet, all he could do was force a smile as he looked back at Jared. His son had done something so catastrophic that he could not even bristle.

They furrow their brows, confused. “I’m getting a sperm donor.” “That’s…” Zara seems lost for words. “No, no, no—hell no,” Jaden yells, as if he can stop me. “I’m a grown woman, Zane. I make my own decisions. Who are you to tell me no?” “But, Imoto…” “No buts. I’m doing it, and I need your support,” I insist. He comes over and hugs me. “I love you, and I support you if you’re certain.”