All Chapters of I Stole The Don's Heart: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Henry’s POV. As the car pulls up to my mother's house, I prepare myself for the festivities. I get out of the car, grateful for my maids' help in organizing things. As I approach the door, I can right away hear the vibrant chatter and laughter within. I walk into the house, greeted with decorations, great food, and familiar faces. I notice my mom across the room, beaming smile as she chats with the guests. The mood is upbeat, and seeing my mom so happy melts my heart. I make my way through the crowd, greeting and hugging relatives and friends as I go. The taste of the delicious food fills the air, drawing everyone to the dinner table. The room is decorated with streamers, balloons, and a banner that reads "Happy Birthday." My mom is dressed to the nines in a magnificent royal blue knee-length cocktail gown. The dress has wonderful ribbons cutting throughout the neckline and sleeves, which adds an elegant look. As I go closer to my mom, she recognizes me and her smile brightens ev

Henry’s POV. My heart is hammering as I follow them to the restroom. I kick every fucking door in the restroom while I growl her name a thousand times but get no response. As I approach the one-of-a-kind closed door, I take a step back and kick straight to the door handle. Since the door has opened, I've noticed Sarah standing there with her eyes welling up with tears, and a man places his hand on her thong. When I witness her cries, I can't stop the blood from boiling in my veins. Fuck! He was raping her. I fired my gun on his head without hesitation. "Hey, get your clothes on," I yell at Sarah, my voice harsh. The distinct smell of blood enters my nose as blood spills on the floor. I kick the body aside and dress Sarah since she continues to stand like a statue without moving. I take her outdoors because I can see her crumbling and her heart racing like hell. I help her down, a worried expression on my face. "Are you feeling okay?" I ask, my voice filled with real concern. Her

Henry’s POV. Her eyes flutter open, revealing an emotion between confusion and curiosity. I can't stop smiling at her wonderful reaction. "I... I didn't mean to," she stammers, her cheeks blushing delicately. "It's just that.... well..." I can see the confusion in her eyes, as well as the longing that echoes mine. Fuck, even though I want to kiss her right now, I have to keep control. It's as if we're both on the verge of something big, something that has the potential to transform everything between us. But I can sense her hesitation and her fear of being wounded. Gently, I reach out yet remain distant, my gaze never leaving her, experiencing the warmth and gentleness. "Alright, go back to your room," I murmur softly, my gaze fixed on her. "You deserve to sleep more." She stares at me, her eyes searching for reassurance in mine. I sense her internal conflict, her longing to let go and her fear of being wounded. I keep my distance from her, yet she's too cute. "Sir, may I ask y

Henry’s POV. "Look into Diamond's group news; I heard about Angel; define what happened, and what about the others?" "Has anyone else been hurt?" When I get in the car, I call Jack and question him about what happened, my voice laced with concern. Diamond is a group that fights criminal organizations in the city, yet they are frequently viewed as outlaws by the police and government. They believe in seizing control of justice and are willing to go to any length to protect the underprivileged and their community. They became my allies when I began fighting Victor and his criminal enterprise. I begin help them because I see potential in their cause and want to do something positive for a change. But now that we're a team, I have a responsibility to them. My thoughts run as I try to digest the news. Angel is more than a supporter, he is a close friend and a dependable part of our team. "Yes, master." I can hear the hurt in Jack's voice as he hangs up. He appears to have known ever

Henry's POV. My fists clench tighter at Victor's disgusting words, but I know he's weak inside when he says them that way. The faint light catches the glimmer of a nearby silver pipe, and he grabs it, ready to use anything at his disposal to shut me down. Fuck me sideways. Though we're brothers, it annoys me more than anything when we continue this fucking stupid fight. As I embrace the battle, dodging Victor's goons and quickly disarming them, my mind rushes. Until Daniel appears in the darkness, blinking to show that he has completed his duty. I ignore Victor's mocking and press ahead, crossing him. The metal pipe in his hands gleams with dread, but I keep calm. Victor swings the pipe, but I block it, feeling the rush of air as it whizzes over. "Oh, you don’t reply. So, I can say that slut did so well," Victor sneers, his irritation visible in his voice. I remain silent and calm, as if he has turned into air and has no ability to hurt me or my team. Daniel calls out from the s