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All Chapters of The Donna’s Exit: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

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Chapter 1

The moment I opened my eyes, my head felt like it was splitting apart.Matteo Bellandi was sitting at the edge of my hospital bed. His suit was wrinkled beyond recognition, and his eyes were bloodshot, veins webbing through the whites.When he saw that I was awake, his whole body seemed to loosen in relief. He tightened his grip around my hand."Giana, you're awake."I tried to speak, but my throat burned with sharp pain.He immediately reached for the glass of water on the nightstand, carefully guiding the straw to my lips."Slowly. The doctor said your emotions spiked too hard. When you fainted, you hit your head and suffered a mild concussion.""When... did you get back?" I asked."Last night. The second I got the call, I flew back from New York." He reached out and brushed his fingers across my forehead. "I handed that deal off to my team. Nothing is more important than you."I knew which deal he meant. It was worth a billion dollars and had been negotiated over three mont

Chapter 2

The next day, when I was discharged, Matteo came personally to pick me up.He helped me into the car, his movements gentle, as though I were fragile porcelain. The entire drive, he held my hand, asking every so often whether my head still hurt, whether I felt unwell anywhere."Did you finish handling the company matters?" I asked."Mm. I left the rest to them." He turned to look at me. "For the next few days, you focus on resting. I'll stay with you."I looked out the window and said nothing.The car stopped in front of the villa. I stepped inside. As I passed the nursery, my footsteps faltered.The door was open. A baby's cry drifted out.I pushed it open.The nursery that had sat empty for six years was now filled with baby supplies. A pink mobile hung above the crib. A crawling mat covered the floor. Bottles, diapers, and tiny clothes were scattered everywhere.Sienna was pacing back and forth, holding a crying baby. When she saw me, she froze for a second, then immediately

Chapter 3

The next morning, Matteo answered a phone call. His expression shifted. He hung up and walked toward me, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated."Giana... about the seaside villa. There's an issue with the developer. The construction quality is shabby. I've had them choose another property for you."I set down the cup in my hand and looked at him."The Forest Castle. Do you like it? I remember you once said you liked walking in the woods, picking mushrooms. That estate is located in the perfect place." There was a note of compensation in his voice, as if he were trying to soothe me.I smiled slightly. "Anything is fine. So long as it's from you, I like it."He visibly relaxed. He sat beside me and took my hand. "For the anniversary dinner, I've had them prepare a forest theme. Just the two of us. Marco Santini, the driver will take you there first. Once I'm done handling matters at the office, I'll come straight over."I looked at him and nodded. "Okay."That afte

Chapter 4

Matteo stood in the center of the hall, holding his newly acknowledged eldest son in his arms. Congratulations surrounded him on all sides.Instinctively, he reached into his pocket for his phone.There were no messages.I never disturbed him when he was busy. However, today was different. Today was our seventh wedding anniversary. He had left me alone in that castle until now.He opened the message app. In the chat window lay the message I had sent him hours earlier: "Are you done?"He called me.No answer.He called again.Still no answer.He summoned his assistant, Dante Russo. "Call Carlo. Ask if my wife is still there."The assistant made the call. His face changed. "Mr. Bellandi, Carlo said Donna waited until midnight, then left. She left alone."Something inside Matteo suddenly went hollow. He thrust the child into the nanny's arms and turned toward the door.Sienna chased after him. "Matteo! Where are you going? The ceremony isn't finished!"He ignored her, got int

Chapter 5

When I stepped out of the university library three months later, it was already dark.Autumn settled early in London. I pulled my coat tighter around myself and walked along the river toward my apartment. The lights across the water reflected in fractured streaks, breaking apart whenever the wind brushed the surface.Three months ago, I woke up in this unfamiliar city, carrying an unfamiliar name, living in an unfamiliar home.Isabella gave me a sum of money which was enough to finish my education and to live the rest of my life in stability.The condition was simple: never contact him again.I agreed.I picked up the studies I had abandoned seven years ago. Every day, I buried myself in the library, disappearing into stacks of books. Only this could stop me from thinking about the past."Gianna."Someone called from behind me.I turned and saw a tall young man jogging toward me, a notebook in his hand."You left this in the library." He stopped in front of me, slightly out o

Chapter 6

For the next three months, Matteo did not leave England. He rented an apartment near my university. Every day, he followed me.Not stalking. Just watching from a distance.When I went to class, he waited outside the lecture hall. When I went to the library, he sat in a corner. When I went home, he followed me to the building, then stood across the street smoking until the light in my apartment went out.He sent me things. Flowers. Gifts. The pastries I used to love.I accepted none of them. Every item was returned.He even secured me a research exchange opportunity at Cambridge.I declined immediately."Matteo," I said to him one day, finally speaking, "do you think any of this helps?""Whether it helps or not, I'll do it," he replied.I looked at him once, then turned and walked away.Adrian stayed by my side the entire time. We went to the library together. Ate together. Volunteered together.Once, on the way back from St. Catherine's, he suddenly pulled the car over."Wh

Chapter 7

Half a year later, I stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself in a wedding gown.Adrian arranged the wedding on a grand scale. The most expensive hotel in London had been reserved in its entirety. The guests were all prominent figures—business elites, political names, familiar faces from the upper circles.And yet my heart was calm.The door opened. Adrian walked in.He was wearing a white suit. His hair was neatly styled. He stopped behind me, looking at our reflections in the mirror."Do I look alright?" I asked."You look beautiful," he said, his voice slightly hoarse. "More than beautiful."I turned to face him.He stepped forward, took my hand, and lowered his gaze to mine."Nervous?" he asked."I'm not.""I am," he admitted. "I'm afraid my legs might give out when we walk down the aisle."I couldn't help laughing.He laughed too and gently brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Gianna.""Mm?""Thank you," he said. "Thank you for agreeing to marry me.

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