All Chapters of The Donna's Farewell: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

I'd been married to Lucas, the Don of the Mitchell family, for six years when I found out my daughter had been given away to someone else.By then, my daughter was already five.I stormed back to the Mitchell estate with the paternity test in my hand.Lucas had told me our baby was stillborn. I'd been grieving that loss for years.But my child was alive. He'd just handed her off to someone else.The second I walked through the door, Lucas wrapped his arms around me from behind."Olivia, we need to get a divorce."His arm circled my waist, his lips brushing my ear as he gave the order like it was nothing.My whole body went rigid.He felt it. He kissed my cheek, his voice soft and coaxing."Susan is dying. Her last wish is to be my Donna. In three days, I'm marrying her.""You know she ended up like this because she saved my life. I owe her. My sweet girl is the most understanding, isn't she? You get it, right?"I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. Her again.This was the nine hund

Chapter 2

"Done," came the instant reply.The next day, I signed the divorce papers and went with Lucas to notarize it.The second we stepped out of the notary's office, a tiny figure came running and threw herself into Lucas's arms."Daddy, Daddy! Mommy and I finally get to be with you!""Daddy, does this mean Amy gets to see you every day now?""Am I gonna live with both my mommy and daddy, just like other kids?"Lucas answered every question with a smile. Endless patience.I was leaving tomorrow.I couldn't help myself. My own daughter's sweet, childish voice drew my eyes, and I couldn't look away. I stared at her, my heart aching with everything I couldn't say.I wanted to burn the image of her into my memory. The daughter I'd fought death to bring into this world five years ago.Amy was wrapped tight in Lucas's arms.Father and daughter looked so alike. One handsome, one soft and lovely. People stopped to watch them.Susan strolled over, elegant in a bright yellow dress, a smile playing on

Chapter 3

I slept at my design studio that night.It was the anniversary gift Lucas had given me.Before I left, I needed to take back the work that belonged to me.When Lucas gave me the studio, he'd said:"Olivia, I'll protect your dream.""I promise. This studio will always belong to you and only you."But when I woke up the next morning and stepped out of the break room, Susan was sitting at my worktable.She was holding my designs. The collection I'd spent three months preparing for Milan Design Week.She flipped through the pages, tearing them as she went. Her face was pure disdain.Those were my blood and sweat. Endless revisions. I would never let her have them.She looked up and saw me. "Olivia, you're here. Lucas already divorced you, didn't he?"I walked over and snatched the designs back. "Don't touch my things. Get out."She leaned back in the chair, smiling like she'd won."Your things? You're a nobody from the slums. Everything you have, Lucas gave you. Now that you're divorced, w

Chapter 4

Lucas's POVThe ring slipped from Lucas's fingers and hit the floor with a sharp clink.He didn't pick it up. He stood frozen, his lips trembling."...What did you say?"His voice was thick with disbelief. The woman who'd been standing in front of him just yesterday. How could she be gone?The man was shaking all over. His suit was covered in sweat and dust. He'd obviously run the whole way.He took a shaky breath, his voice frantic. "Don, the plane Ms. Jones was on... it crashed. Over the Pacific. The Coast Guard's been dispatched, but... the plane went down in international waters. Recovery is extremely difficult. So far, no sign of—""I don't believe it! She's not dead!" Lucas swept everything off the altar. Debris flew everywhere. A shard sliced through Susan's dress."Lucas!" Susan grabbed his arm, her face urgent. "Don't panic. Maybe it's a mistake. Let's just finish the wedding first—"Lucas turned his head and looked at her.That cold stare made Susan's hand fall away on its ow

Chapter 5

Lucas's POVLucas raised his hand and let his fingertips graze Susan's rosy cheek. The touch was gentle. His eyes were those of a viper.Susan's breathing turned ragged. Her body shook uncontrollably.He lowered his head. His voice curled against her ear, dark and menacing."Susan, tell me. You were in heart failure. About to die. So how did you suddenly get so healthy?"Susan's lips trembled. Her eyes darted everywhere."I... I had surgery. Yeah, a heart transplant. I didn't get the chance to tell you...""A heart transplant?" Lucas repeated, a cold laugh in his voice. "When? Which hospital? Who was the surgeon?""It was... while you were locked in your room. I couldn't take the pain anymore, so I arranged the surgery...""Liar."Lucas's hand shot out and locked around her throat. He squeezed slowly.Susan's face went red in an instant.She couldn't breathe. Her nails clawed desperately at the back of his hand. Her eyes bulged with terror."You lied to me."Lucas's voice was low and h

Chapter 6

Lucas's POVIn the center of the living room, Susan's hair was a mess. The red marks from Lucas's grip were still on her face.One arm was locked around Amy's neck. The other held a steak knife, the blade pressed hard against Amy's throat.Amy's face was covered in tears. She was shaking with fear."Susan." Lucas's voice was terrifyingly low. He took a step forward."Don't move!" Susan screamed. She pressed the knife harder. A thin line of blood welled up on Amy's neck. Amy wailed in pain. "You killed them all! You killed my father! You killed my whole family! I have nothing left! One more step and I'll kill her!"Lucas stopped. He raised both hands."Okay." His voice was unnervingly calm. "Stay calm. Tell me what you want.""I want out!" The fragile, pitiful mask Susan had worn for years was gone. "Get me a plane and a hundred million dollars. Let me leave the country! You let me go, I let her go!""Okay." He nodded. "I'll let you go."Susan froze. She clearly hadn't expected him to a

Chapter 7

Shortly after the plane took off, I was moved off the aircraft that was meant to "crash" and transferred to another private jet.Ethan Crawford came himself. He stood in the cabin doorway and held out his hand to me, his voice calm. "Get on. I'll take you away."He brought me to another state.It was coastal. Beautiful.On clear days, I'd sit by the sea and paint.Ethan would sit beside me, handling his business. Dark gray shirt, sleeves rolled casually to his forearms.His features were sharp. High brow bone, deep-set eyes. When he worked, there was a cold, commanding stillness to him. The kind that made people straighten up without being told.This was his private residence. The Mitchell family couldn't find this place.Every account under my name, every communication record, every piece of my identity had been wiped out in the "crash."From now on, I was no longer the Olivia I used to be.Ethan and I met at the Mitchell family's design competition.After Lucas confessed to me, Ethan

Chapter 8

He turned and looked at me, his face dead serious. "Because you're worth it."The wind swept across the balcony and tossed the hair loose on my shoulders.I didn't say anything. But my eyes went hot."I..." Ethan hesitated. "There's something I need to tell you.""Mm?" I thought he was going to confess again. I lowered my head, a little shy."He knows." He didn't say the name. But I knew who he meant. "He knows you're here. He came looking."I froze. Then he kept going."Today, he waited outside for you all day. I didn't let him in. He said he found you through your design work."I let out a small laugh. "Doesn't matter. When I put my work out there, I knew this day would come. But from now on, he and I will never meet again."But the next day, while I was painting on the balcony, I saw him anyway.His car was parked downstairs.Lucas leaned against the door. He looked clean. Put together. He raised his head, saw me on the balcony. He didn't shout. He didn't move. He just straightened

Chapter 9

He heard it and turned and walked away.I thought he'd never come back.But the next day, Lucas came again.Only this time, he wasn't alone.I was painting on the balcony when I heard a small, tearful voice from below."Mommy—!"My hand jerked to a stop. I stood up on instinct and looked down.Lucas stood by the car, holding a thin, small girl in his arms. Both of them were looking up at me.Amy wore a light blue dress. Her hair was a mess. Tears still streaked her face. She looked pitiful.When she saw me looking back at her, a gut-wrenching scream tore out of her throat."Mommy—!"She struggled wildly in Lucas's arms. Both hands reached toward me, fingers spread, like she was trying to grab me from a distance."Mommy! Mommy, it's me! It's Amy! Mommy, you're not dead! Mommy—"Lucas tightened his arms around her, keeping her from falling, keeping her from running. His expression as he looked at me was complicated."Olivia, she insisted on coming." His voice drifted up, hoarse and exhau

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