All Chapters of A Donna of My Own Making: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

"Very well, Miss Rossi. One more thing—should the documents your mother left be put into effect?"When my mother was gravely ill, she quietly told me she had arranged an escape route for me.Perhaps even then, she had foreseen today."Put them into effect.""Understood. Seventy-two percent of your family assets will be transferred to your name within three days."I hung up the phone, my chest heavy, as if stuffed with a wet sponge. Half-awake, half-dreaming, I recalled the year my mother died.Father had cried until he vomited blood. He said that after being injured in that shootout, he accidentally took hallucinogens and ended up in bed with a prostitute. He claimed she ran off before he woke, and he didn't know she had a daughter. He certainly didn't imagine that the child would find her mother's hospital room and beg for a way out.My mother had just undergone major surgery. The shock alone caused her to hemorrhage—she died from the stress. I had returned home excitedly, holdi

I couldn't get a proper rest.Just as I drifted off, the noise downstairs jolted me awake. I buried myself under the covers, my head splitting with pain.But the maid kept knocking."Miss, are you awake? Don Rossi insists on hosting a birthday party for you."Since my birthday coincided with my mother's death anniversary, I hadn't celebrated for years.What was he thinking?I went downstairs. The hall was packed with Mafia family heads. I scanned the room, and my eyes froze. Every photo of my mother on the walls had been replaced with portraits of Rosa and her daughter.The butler hurried to explain."Your father said there's something he wants to tell you, Miss…"I let out a bitter laugh. So, after scheming behind my back, they now had the nerve to confront me face-to-face.Guests whispered among themselves."Did you hear? All the Rossi family's northern casino holdings were transferred to Rosa's name.""Tsk, tsk… all the legitimate wife's property, and in the end, it goes

The room fell instantly silent.The women who had just been shouting about teaching me a lesson now collapsed to the floor, limp and terrified. Since Lina had sent them, they knew exactly who stood before them.The Massimo family—the vipers of Northern Ritalle's borderlands. Even the oldest, most venerable Mafia bosses bowed when a Massimo appeared.He removed his coat and wrapped it around me, lifting me horizontally into his arms."Get me a plane. Take us to the best hospital. And as for these people…" His gaze swept the room, cold and lethal. "Take care of all of them."A piercing, blood-curdling scream erupted through the clinic.…Third-person POV:Meanwhile, Riccardo sat, tense, scrolling through his phone. A message from his consigliere made his heart skip a beat: [Miss Lia is missing.]Lina leaned over, pouting."Stop staring at your phone, darling. What you just said hurt me… How can you say we'll divorce after the baby is born? Do you really want to marry my sister i

After that day, Elio dispatched his most elite enforcement team. Every cent my father and Rosa had embezzled was recovered—down to the last coin.And he himself? Busy accompanying me to every prenatal checkup.The spectacle each time was astonishing.Some members worried it drew too much attention.Elio didn't care. "My wife deserves nothing less than grandeur."Those whispers that once called me a "discarded woman" or a "mistress" vanished overnight.That day, after the checkup, I was about to step into the car."Lia!"A familiar voice froze my steps. I didn't turn around—until desperation edged into the voice. "Lia Rossi!"When I finally turned, I barely recognized the haggard man before me—Riccardo. Once the most dazzling Don of Southern Ritalle, now even in a suit, his weariness could not be hidden.He staggered past the bodyguards and shoved a box into my arms. Inside was a hair ornament, set with a sky-blue gemstone. It resembled the one my mother had left me—but grande