Don’s Frenzy of Regret After Her Death

I dragged my heavy body to the master bedroom to beg Alexander to spare my father.

That was the dungeon. I knew what went on down there; Papa wouldn't last three days.

But Alexander wasn't there.

Lying on the black velvet king-sized bed, symbolizing absolute power, was Elena, wearing sexy lace lingerie.

She was holding a glass of red wine. Seeing me enter, her mouth curled into a vicious smile.

"Looking for the Don in this house? Ivy, have you forgotten who the mistress is now?"

I turned to leave, not wanting to look at her disgusting face.

"Don't be in such a hurry," Elena's lazy voice came from behind. "Don't you want to see what your dear father looks like now?"

I froze.

Elena threw a stack of photos at me.

In the photos, Papa was suspended in the water dungeon, covered in blood and barely alive.

My hands trembled violently, and my heart felt like it was being torn apart.

"How dare you..." I stared at her with red eyes.

Elena walked up to me, lowered her voice, and spoke with triumphant arrogance. "Ivy, let me tell you the truth. Your father didn't sell out Alexander."

I looked up sharply.

"I set the whole thing up." Elena laughed, her body shaking with mirth. "I was the one who put the aphrodisiac in the wine that night. I was the one who leaked Alexander's location to the rival family. Otherwise, how would I have had the chance to climb into his bed? How would I have had the chance to get pregnant with this 'treasure'?"

The truth hit me like a lightning bolt.

"You psycho!"

"So what if I'm crazy? Alexander believes me." Elena gently stroked her manicured nails. "Next, I'll have them chop off your father's hands and feet..."

My sanity snapped.

"I'm going to kill you!"

I screamed and lunged at her, my hands strangling her neck.

Elena didn't fight back. Instead, she screamed dramatically, "Help! Guards! Ivy is trying to kill me!"

The bodyguards outside rushed in instantly, roughly pulling me away and pinning me to the floor.

I tried to struggle but was suppressed.

"I am the Donna ! Who gave you the guts to stop me!" I screamed.

The head bodyguard said coldly, "The Don ordered that no one is allowed to hurt Miss Elena."

I looked at Elena in despair.

She walked up to me, looked down, and slapped me across the face a dozen times.

"Donna ? Not for much longer."

My cheeks burned with pain, and my consciousness began to blur.

Before I passed out, I saw Alexander storm in.

He kicked the bodyguard holding me, sending him flying. I heard a sickening crack—the sound of breaking bones.

"You bastards!" Alexander picked me up, his eyes terrifying as a demon's. "Who gave you the courage to touch my woman!"