All Chapters of The Crown of Donna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

After the Emergency C-SectionThe anesthesia hadn't even fully worn off before Bella was already snapping at the nurse to hand over her phone."Lorenzo, it hurts so much. Why aren't you here with me yet?" she whimpered into the receiver, her voice dripping with practiced fragility. "I know I’m just a convenient distraction to you. Maybe I should just take the baby and end it all."She struggled to push herself up, making a dramatic show of straining toward the third-floor window as if she might jump.Lorenzo’s voice came through the line, thick with raw desperation. "Be good, Bella. Listen to me. All I want right now is to be by your side.""I’ve already acquired that estate you liked," he continued. "I’m dispatching a private medical team to retrieve you and the baby right now."Hearing that all-too-familiar voice, my mind reeled back six years.Back then, Lorenzo had just ascended as the head of the Corleone family, and he had a target painted on his back everywhere he turned. On our

Chapter 2

Staring at Bella, my breath hitched.But it wasn’t disgust I felt—it was the cold, sharp relief of a survivor.Bella had tested positive for a severe infectious disease, the grim receipt for her reckless lifestyle. Throughout my seven years with Lorenzo, I had stood my ground, saving myself for our wedding night. No matter how many times he hinted or pressured me, I never buckled.That "conservatism" he had mocked so often had just become my life-saving shield.I looked at the festering skin near the crook of Bella’s neck and spoke coldly. "Does Lorenzo know about your condition? What the two of you are doing is slow-motion murder for that child.""Shut up!" Bella snapped, her face twisting into a feral snarl as if I’d stepped on a raw nerve."Of course Lorenzo knows! He doesn't care about my past, and he doesn't care about my illness. He insisted that I carry his heir!"Looking at her delusional frenzy, I found it almost pathetic. Lorenzo was a cold-blooded egoist. If he knew Bella wa

Chapter 3

One of the nurses stepped forward despite the mounting pressure, her voice trembling as she tried to de-escalate the situation."Miss Bella, please. Dr. Joanna is a Chief Surgeon recruited from a top-tier medical school. We only asked her to perform this surgery as a rare favor because your case was so complex.""Dr. Joanna has an impeccable reputation in the field," the nurse continued, her voice small but earnest. "There must be a misunderstanding. Please, just try to calm down."Bella let out a derisive snort, her eyes—heavy with gaudy eyeshadow—dripping with disdain."Chief Surgeon? She’s just glorified labor. Who knows whose bed she crawled into to secure that title? She’s probably filthier on the inside than anyone else here."A moment later, Bella’s phone vibrated violently. Lorenzo’s name flashed across the screen."Baby, my car is at the entrance. I brought your favorite cake."Bella’s face transformed instantly. The predatory malice she had shown seconds ago vanished, replace

Chapter 4

The panic in Lorenzo’s eyes lasted only a heartbeat before it was replaced by a flash of raw, wounded ego.He released his grip on Bella, his dark, brooding eyes locking onto mine with a predatory, suffocating intensity."Joanna, who gave you permission to track me?"His voice thundered through the hall, carrying the unyielding authority of a Head of the Family used to being obeyed.I stared at the red smear on his collar—a fresh mark left by Bella’s lips—a crimson stain on seven years of lies."I am the lead surgeon on this case, Lorenzo. No one tracked you. I was simply doing my job."Lorenzo let out a cold, mocking laugh as he loomed over me, stepping into my personal space like a predator cornering its prey."Doing your job? Using your position to spy on my private life—is this what you call trust?""After seven years, you’re acting like some low-life private investigator, stalking me," he spat, his lip curling in a snarl of disgust. "You make me sick."His hand moved with the spee

Chapter 5

I stood in the empty corridor, half of my face swollen and burning hot. The pain was searing, a rhythmic throb that pulsed in time with my heartbeat.I didn't cry. Instead, I felt a sense of clarity more crystalline than I had ever known.Seven years of devotion, the blade I took six years ago, and the child I could never have—it had all been obliterated by the weight of Lorenzo’s slap.Leaning against the freezing wall, I pulled the phone from my pocket and dialed a number that had been gathering dust for three years.It was Sebastian. The supreme arbiter of the underworld. The only true Don. Even with Lorenzo sitting as a Head of the Family, he was nothing more than a disposable pawn in Sebastian’s eyes.The call connected. A deep, low chuckle vibrated through the receiver, sending a shiver down my spine."Joanna. I never imagined the day I’d actually get a call from you."I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, my gaze hardening into flint. "Sebastian. Three years ago, you sa

Chapter 6

Lorenzo stared at Sebastian, who held me firmly in his arms, his own eyes bulging, bloodshot with a feral, unhinged intensity."Your Excellency, this is a family matter. Please, do not interfere!"He gritted his teeth, attempting to lunge forward to wrench me away from Sebastian’s possessive embrace.Sebastian merely flicked a finger, his gaze as cold as if he were observing a nuisance insect.Two hulking members of the elite guard moved instantly, their motions as fluid and lethal as black lightning. They seized Lorenzo by the shoulders, driving their knees with bone-crushing force into the back of his joints.With a heavy thud, the once-mighty Head of the Family crashed onto the hard marble floor.Lorenzo thrashed, trying to force himself up, but a guard pinned his neck down, grinding his face against the freezing tiles."Let me go! I’m the head of the Corleone family! You bastards, how dare you treat me like this!"He howled, stripped of every shred of dignity. Whatever noble refine

Chapter 7

Lorenzo was holed up in a moldy slum apartment, where the air hung thick with the reek of cheap booze and rotting wood.Sebastian had stripped him of every asset tied to the Corleone family, revoked his title, and consigned him to total exile. In this city, no one dared stretch out a hand to a pariah personally blacklisted by the Don.Lorenzo stared at his own rough palms—hands that had once pulled the levers of power were now trembling under a leaking ceiling.His only remaining solace was that Bella was still by his side. She was his "true love," the one he had chosen against all odds. He naively believed that as long as they had each other, this cramped, squalid hole could be the bastion from which they would rebuild.From the shaky living area next door, the sharp, piercing laughter of Bella and several heavily made-up women drifted through the cracks.Lorenzo dragged his exhausted body toward the door, wanting nothing more than to sink into Bella’s embrace.However, Bella’s voice—

Chapter 8

The engagement ceremony Sebastian orchestrated for me was held at St. Mary’s Cathedral, the most august landmark in the city. White roses carpeted the streets for miles, every petal steeped in the sweet fragrance of absolute power.I wore a bespoke, hand-stitched lace gown, its voluminous train borne by six bridesmaids. Sebastian stood at the altar, his gaze fixed on me with unashamed fervor and devotion.Just as the priest was about to administer the vows, the heavy oak doors of the cathedral were flung open.A man clad in rags, reeking of sour alcohol and decay, stumbled into the sanctuary.It was Lorenzo. His once-expensive suit was now a nameless hue of filth, his cuffs encrusted with suspicious grime. His face was a topography of jagged scratches, and the dark red blotches on the backs of his hands had begun to fester and ooze."Joanna! Please... for the sake of our seven years, save me!"He collapsed onto the red carpet, his trembling hands reaching out as if to desecrate the hem

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