All Chapters of His Donna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Leonardo’s POV;The jet’s door swallowed us and the cabin went quiet except for the hush of the engines. The flight smelled like leather and something metallic, expensive, and exact. She moved like someone who didn’t belong in this world: small, awkward in the fabric, the dress loose at the shoulders as if it had been chosen because it looked pretty under lights, not because it fit. Up close she was younger than I’d expected. Twenty at most. Her skin had that pale, stubborn quality that held heat in the neck; her hair was pinned back in a messy compromise between ceremony and haste.Getting married had never been on my top one hundred things to do. I had no desire for vows or a parade of faces. But this was not about desires. This was about the house, the name, the balance of power, and the debt. Marriages were tools. They sealed alliances, quieted disputes, and kept enemies honest. In my world, there was no room for sentiment when the cost was an entire family’s livelihood.There wa

Nora’s POV;Luca’s voice was the only thing tethering me to movement. “This way, Nora. Keep walking.” His hand hovered close to my back, steady but not intrusive, guiding me toward the garage.The air outside was cooler, sharper, as though the night itself had been cut open. My legs felt wooden as we approached the SUV. It was black, sleek, the kind of vehicle that screamed power and danger at the same time. Luca opened the back door for me, and I climbed in without a word.Inside, was a lady whose face was completely glued to her phone screen so though everything that went down didn’t really bother her, her presence startled me. She looked so young, barely older than me—if older at all. Her hair framed her face in soft waves, her eyes steady and piercing. She had the kind of beauty that seemed carved out of stone: delicate yet intimidating.“You must be Nora”“Hi, I’m Luna…….Leo’s sister” she finally looked up at me chuckling while introducing herself “Hi” I forced a smile Two SUVs

Nora’s POV,I woke to the soft, familiar click of Luca’s shoes on the marble and the low vibration of his voice in the corridor. For a second I lay there, eyes closed, pretending not to hear. My body wanted to pretend like last night had been a bad dream like a terrible, overlong play that I’d finally walked out of. But with the few days ice spent here, I realised that this villa never let you walk out of things. It stored them and handed them back to you in stranger ways.“Mrs Luna,” Luca said, and there was a quiet in his tone that made my heart knot. He didn’t say more. He never wasted words.I swung my legs out of bed and sat up. My head still throbbed a little from the night, and exhaustion had a weight to it that coffee couldn’t lift. I didn’t answer immediately. The house was an organism that moved in commands; if I spoke without listening first I might say something permanent. So I waited for him to speak.“Boss wants you downstairs in twenty. Training starts after,” he said f