All Chapters of Done Playing His Perfect Donna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Angelina's POV Arthur gave a slight nod. "Of course. The family has established channels in Switzerland and the Cayman Islands. Within three days, these diamonds will be converted into completely clean, legal funds and transferred to your new account."I let out a soft laugh but didn't reply.He saw the faint smile on my lips, a smile that seemed to have shed all its burdens, and his eyes showed a hint of relief."Here is your new identity." Arthur handed me a thick file folder, his voice calm.I took the folder. "Thank you. A new life begins."Though Arthur didn't fully grasp the world-weariness in my eyes, he was relieved to see my spirits were up."We're calling you Sarah Johnson. Age twenty-eight." Arthur's tone was all business. "The cover is an art scholar, privately educated in Europe. Parents are gone. No attachments. You're a ghost.""The family has already arranged a position for you as a visiting scholar in the Art History department at Columbia University. It fits perfectl

Angelina's POVTristan glanced over at me, sitting by the window.I was flipping through a thick art book, sunlight tracing my profile.He just smiled, not answering his friends' teasing."So mysterious," one of them said, shaking his head. "Fine, don't tell us."After they left, Tristan came and sat next to me."What are you reading?""Italian Baroque jewelry design," I said, pointing to a complex pattern on the page. "There's a seminar on it next week."Two weeks later, a special project came to the department.In class, Professor Martinez displayed a stack of old blueprints."These were acquired from a private European collector," he said, adjusting his glasses. "Renaissance-era jewelry designs, but they're entirely in code."The blueprints were covered in strange symbols and numbers."We've had three cryptology experts look at them, and none of them could crack it," Professor Martinez sighed. "Any student willing to try will get extra credit."The classroom was so quiet you could h

Angelina's POVThe next morning, I was called to the department head's office.Professor Martinez, the Dean, and two members of the school's board were there."Sarah, you have to meet this donor," the Dean said, his tone serious. "Ten million dollars is no small sum. We can't afford to be rude.""I know you're a private person, but this is a request from the university," Professor Martinez added. "Just one meeting. A cup of coffee, a short chat."I wanted to refuse, but four pairs of eyes were staring at me."Alright," I finally nodded.At three o'clock, I went to the university's VIP reception room.Before I even got to the door, I saw six bodyguards in black suits lining the hallway.Each one had the same tattoo on his neck—a black eagle with its wings spread.The Costa family crest.My hands started to shake."Miss Johnson?" one of the bodyguards said. "The Boss is waiting for you inside."I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.A tall figure stood in front of the floor-to-ce

Angelina's POVTristan stopped chewing and was quiet for a moment."I'm not going to dig into your past," he said, turning to look at me, his eyes steady. "I saw the scars on your shoulder from the gunshots and the explosion. I know you've been living on a knife's edge.""If that man is connected to those scars, I will never let him near you again."His hand gently brushed my shoulder, where a healed scar remained."I told you who I am because I want you to know that on my home turf, in New York, even a Chicago godfather has to watch his step."I looked at his earnest face, at the tips of his ears, which were slightly red.A lump formed in my throat. I nodded."Okay."Over the next few days, Maximus tried everything to get to me.It became a silent war.He'd appear outside the art department, a dark, brooding statue, until Tristan's men formed a polite, immovable wall.He'd materialize in the library, only to be flanked by two silent men in sharp suits who would "escort" him to the exi

Angelina's POVMassive chunks of stone and rebar rained down from the ceiling, kicking up a thick cloud of dust.The force of Maximus's push sent me sprawling into a safe corner several feet away.My ears rang from the deafening roar of the collapse. Through the dust, I saw the load-bearing wall give way completely.A massive beam, mixed with tons of concrete, fell right on top of Maximus."Maximus!"My own scream startled me.I was on the floor, staring into the swirling dust at the figure pinned beneath the wreckage.Blood.So much blood.It poured from the cracks between the stones."Angel…"He struggled to lift his head, his handsome face covered in dirt and blood.One of his arms was trapped under a steel bar, twisted at an unnatural angle.But he stretched out his other hand, not to ask for help, but to push away a teetering piece of debris that was about to fall on me."Don't move! Don't move!" I yelled, my voice trembling as I saw the pool of blood spreading beneath him."You'r