Novels by Donna pen

Chapter 79: Shadows and SurprisesAria’s fingers trembled slightly as she slid her suitcase toward the closet. Her bedroom was already scattered with shopping bags, silk scarves, designer shoes, and new perfume bottles. She had spent the last hour going through every outfit in her wardrobe, choosing what best represented confidence, charm, and seduction—everything Liam once loved.Her phone buzzed, and she snatched it from the bed.Valerie: Flight is booked. JFK to Los Angeles. 8:15 AM. American Airlines. Seat 6A is Liam. I placed you in 6B. I’ll text you your boarding pass now.Aria’s lips curled upward in a slow, satisfied smile. She quickly typed her response:Aria: You’re the best, Valerie. I owe you big time.Her phone dinged again—Valerie had sent the boarding pass and flight details.Just then, her bedroom door creaked open. Her father, Charles Whitmore, a man with an eternally furrowed brow and a businesslike air, stepped inside, holding a half-empty glass of scotch.“You look

Chapter 78: A Woman’s Instinct The sound of heels clicking against marble echoed through the hallway as Chelsea and Liam exited the office hand in hand. Their fingers were tightly entwined, and the soft smile on Liam’s lips said it all,he wasn’t just leaving work, he was leaving with the woman who currently held his heart. As they approached the elevator, Chelsea pressed the button and leaned slightly into his arm, stealing a glance at him. He looked relaxed for once—something rare since his return. She smiled to herself, savoring the small victory of having his attention, even for a few hours. But the peace shattered when Valerie’s sharp voice rang through the corridor. “Mr. Hemsworth!” she called, jogging toward them in her nude heels, a thick manila file in her hand. “I have some documents that urgently require your signature.” Liam turned slightly, his expression slipping into one of impatience. “Valerie, not now. I need to leave. You can handle it tomorrow.” She steppe

Chapter 77: A ReunionThe ocean waves crashed gently against the shore as Reese stood on the sand, her heart pounding with urgency. The salty breeze tangled in her hair, but she hardly noticed as she scanned the vast stretch of the beach, hoping to find him.She had checked the docks, the nearby restaurants, even asked around the hotels lining the beachfront. Every time she showed a picture of Gerald, she was met with the same response,no one had seen him.Frustration and desperation clawed at her. What if she was too late? What if he had already left? The thought sent a sharp pang through her chest.Reese clenched her phone in her hand, her fingers trembling slightly. She had never chased after a man before, had never allowed herself to be so vulnerable. But this wasn’t just any man. This was Gerald.Taking a deep breath, she turned towards the ocean, her eyes blurring with unshed tears. Maybe it was foolish to come here. Maybe she had miscalculated everything.Then, just as she was

Chapter 76: A Change of HeartReese paced back and forth in her bedroom, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Every few minutes, she would sigh, glance at her phone, then shake her head as if shaking away whatever thought had taken hold of her.Chelsea, who had been lounging on Reese’s bed, watched with growing amusement. "You know, for someone who claims she wants nothing to do with Gerald, you sure look like someone going through a crisis over him."Reese stopped in her tracks, narrowing her eyes. "I am not having a crisis."Chelsea raised an eyebrow. "No? Then why are you acting like a lovesick teenager?"Reese huffed, running a hand through her hair. "I just... I don’t know, okay? He keeps appearing in my life, and now he’s leaving. It’s just... weird."Chelsea smirked. "Weird? Or something else?"Reese shot her a glare before flopping onto the bed. "You're impossible."After a few moments of silence, Reese finally admitted, "Gerald is leaving tonight."Chelsea’s expression so

Chapter 75: Unraveling SecretsAdams sat in his office, his fingers drumming impatiently against the wooden desk. His mind was already occupied with the ongoing company projects when the door swung open. His mother, Olivia Hudson, walked in, her expression unreadable.He leaned back in his chair, watching her as she gracefully took a seat across from him. "To what do I owe this surprise visit, Mother?"Marina folded her arms, her gaze sharp. "I wanted to talk to you about your father’s health."Adams’ fingers stopped moving. He straightened slightly. "His health?"She nodded. "I traced his calls—every single one of them. Ever since you found out he was dying, I became curious."His eyes narrowed. "How long have you known?""A few years," Marina admitted, her voice calm but firm. "Two years before your marriage, to be precise."Adams clenched his jaw, his mind working through the implications. "And who did you trace the calls to?"His mother took a deep breath before speaking. "Liam’s

Chapter 74: Unfamiliar Faces and Unspoken TensionsChelsea sighed as she unlocked the front door to her apartment, exhaustion weighing down her shoulders. It had been a long day at work, and while she had expected to see Liam at the office, he hadn’t shown up. She knew why,he needed time to process what his mother had told him about his father.Dropping her bag onto the couch, she kicked off her heels and stretched, rolling the tension from her shoulders. The silence in the apartment felt strange. Usually, Reese was home by now, but the place was eerily empty.Where could she be?Shrugging, Chelsea made her way to the bedroom to freshen up. She changed into comfortable lounge wear, tying her hair up in a messy bun before heading to the kitchen. As she started gathering ingredients for dinner, the distant hum of an approaching car caught her attention.She hesitated, then walked toward the window, peeking through the curtains. A sleek black car had pulled up outside, and stepping out o

Reyna’s POVI had always imagined what my wedding would be like—soft lights, maybe flowers strung from the trees, and a gown that made me feel like I belonged to something magical. But what I never imagined was sharing it with someone else. Stephanie.And yet, as we stood side by side, dressed in white, veils lifted by the breeze and hearts full to the brim, it felt perfect.The entire pack had gathered under the vast canopy of trees, the clearing decorated with ribbons, wildflowers, and lanterns that glowed softly even in the morning light. Nature seemed to be celebrating with us. Birds chirped joyously, and the sky was the perfect shade of blue—as if the universe had decided to give us this one, flawless day.Stephanie looked radiant. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her lips curled into the softest smile. Her dress flowed like a whisper, delicate lace lining the bodice, and a sheer train trailing behind her. I caught her stealing glances at John more than once, and each time

Jake’s POVThe morning was grim and heavy with the weight of justice. Everyone was gathered in the central clearing of the pack grounds, surrounding the large wooden stake that had been set up the night before. The logs beneath it were stacked high, soaked in oil, ready to burn. The flames hadn’t been lit yet, but the tension crackling through the crowd felt just as hot. Today was the end—for Diane.Reyna stood beside me, her hand gripping my forearm tightly. She was trying to stay strong, I could feel it in the way her fingers twitched, her jaw tightened. Her hair shimmered in the sunlight, and even now, amid the blood and fire, she looked like peace.John stood across from us with Steph, their fingers interlocked. There was a strange quiet between them, not discomfort—but something deeper. A sense of finality.The silence was broken by the thunder of boots. A guard burst into the circle, panting, eyes wide with adrenaline. All heads turned toward him.“My lord!” he gasped, bowing qu

Reyna’s POVThe morning light poured into the dining room like honey—warm, slow, golden. The smell of scrambled eggs, roasted meat, and freshly baked bread drifted through the air as I sat at the long table, tucked between Stephanie and Sarah. It felt strange—almost surreal—to have this kind of peace after everything that had happened.Steph passed me a mug of tea with a wide grin on her face. “You look like someone who barely slept.”I smirked. “I could say the same about you.”Her cheeks flushed pink, and Sarah immediately caught on, laughing into her drink. “Don’t tell me our mighty warrior got swept off her feet?”Steph rolled her eyes, but the blush gave her away. “Maybe a little.”I leaned forward with raised brows. “So? What happened?”She tried to act casual but failed miserably. “John asked me to marry him.”“What?” Sarah and I shouted at the same time.Steph giggled, biting into a slice of bread. “Yes. He told me last night after… well, you know.”I gave her a playful nudge.

John’s POVThe soft light of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting warm golden hues across the room. I blinked slowly, the heaviness of sleep still lingering, but the warmth wrapped around me wasn’t just from the sun—it was from her. Stephanie. She was curled into me, her bare skin against mine, her breathing soft and rhythmic like a lullaby meant for wolves.I tightened my arm around her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. She stirred gently, letting out the softest hum before turning in my arms to face me. Her eyes fluttered open, and the moment they met mine, I felt it again—that pull. That certainty that she wasn’t just mine in body, but in soul too.“Good morning,” I whispered, brushing a lock of hair away from her face.Her lips curved into a sleepy smile. “Morning.”I didn’t wait—I leaned in and kissed her. Slow. Deep. She responded immediately, her fingers sliding into my hair, pulling me closer. One kiss turned into two. Then more. The world could wait. The cou

Stephanie’s POVMy palms were damp as I followed John into his bedroom, the soft echo of our footsteps the only sound filling the spacious room. My heart was thudding way too fast, and I couldn’t tell if it was because I was nervous about being alone with him… or something deeper.He stopped by the window, the moonlight spilling across his broad shoulders and casting a silvery glow over the room. Then he turned to me, his eyes catching mine in that intense, grounding way he always had.“How are you feeling tonight?” he asked, voice low, calm… careful.I took a breath. “I’m fine,” I said quickly, then hesitated. “But honestly, I really need to train. I’ve been off lately. My head’s been all over the place.”He chuckled, folding his arms. “That’s the price of being a warrior, Steph. You don’t get to switch your brain off, even when you should.”His smile made something flutter inside my chest, and I found myself smiling back.“Yeah, well,” I muttered, “being a warrior’s overrated someti

Reyna’s POVStephanie leaned against the doorframe, arms folded and a sly smile playing on her lips. “You won’t believe who’s rotting in the dungeon.”I raised a brow from where I was sitting on the edge of my bed. “Who?”“Diane.” She smirked. “Locked up like the traitor she is.”I blinked. My stomach did a little twist,not from fear, but from the overwhelming satisfaction that came with justice being served. “Seriously?”Steph nodded, eyes glinting. “Wanna go see her? Give her a piece of your mind?”I didn’t hesitate. “Hell yes.”We were out of the room and down the hallway in seconds, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the otherwise quiet corridor. The tension that had been clinging to my chest since everything happened seemed to ease with every step. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say to Diane, but I knew one thing for sure,I needed to see her in chains.The moment we entered the dungeon, the stench of mold and rust hit me. The air was cold and damp, but I kept walking, eyes