Todos los capítulos de Future Donna? I'd Rather Start Over : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Luca Valentino saw that I had no intention of answering his questions, so he set the jewelry box on the console table by the entryway."I know you're still angry, Elena." He sighed, his voice weary and tinged with the condescension of someone who believed he had every right to lecture me. "But you could at least try to be a little more understanding. You know how much Viola means to me." The jewelry box sat half-open, revealing a teardrop-cut diamond necklace whose icy brilliance caught the light from the wall sconce in the entryway. It was a family heirloom passed down through generations of the Valentino Famiglia, a symbol of the family's Donna. Once, even a lingering glance at the necklace had been enough to earn me a look of contempt from Isabella Visconti, the Madre and Luca's mother, as though I'd defiled it simply by looking at it. "It's late. Please leave," I said calmly. He thrust his hand against the door to stop me from closing it, scraping his wrist against the e

The next morning, I found Luca still waiting outside my door. The moment he heard it open, he straightened up. "They were all just joking around in the group chat. Viola was only helping out. The final decision about the wedding is still yours." He picked up the jewelry box again and held it out to me. In the past, he'd promised that once things settled down with the family, he'd take me to choose my wedding dress. I'd believed him, setting aside time for it every year as our anniversary approached. The first year, he was too busy to make time for it. The second year, Viola's father had just died, making it an inappropriate time for a wedding celebration. Eventually, I stopped asking. It seemed he'd forgotten about the promise, too. Now, the wedding dress had already been chosen, but it was a style Viola had picked out. "Just leave it there. I'm heading out." Luca reached out to stop me, then slowly lowered his hand. "I know you're upset with her. I'll be more careful

The next morning, I received a termination notice from the jewelry brand I'd just signed a contract with. The brand was fairly well known in the industry, and since I hadn't designed anything in a long time, I needed new work to rebuild my credibility. That's why I'd reached out to them in the first place. When the creative director saw my initial drafts, he'd agreed to collaborate with me almost immediately. While I was in the hospital, I'd thrown myself into revising the designs to keep my mind off Luca. Even as I recovered from my injuries, I'd worked through several sleepless nights to finish the final versions. When the project manager received them, he praised my work repeatedly, calling the designs truly stunning.Yet now, the only thing waiting in my inbox was a notice terminating our collaboration. I called the project manager. "Was there a problem with my designs?" I asked. "No. We all think your proposals are excellent," he assured me. "Then why are you term

"So, you really are at the Steiner Estate," Luca said the moment I answered the phone. "I'm going to be working here from now on. Besides, we've already made things clear between us. It's over." "What do you mean, it's over? Since when have we ever made things clear between us?" he shot back.Then he announced, "I'm coming to get you.""Luca—" The line went dead. Magda glanced at the phone in my hand and let out a cold laugh before instructing the butler not to let any strangers onto the estate. "Especially anyone with the last name Valentino," she stressed. …Luca arrived the following afternoon. A line of black sedans pulled up outside the estate, blocking both ends of the driveway. He stepped out of his car and headed straight for the front entrance, where Magda was already waiting on the steps, gesturing toward the cars with her cane. "Mr. Valentino, have you brought your men to surround my home? Are you here to pay a visit or declare war?" "I'm here to take

Over the next two months, I began working with clients under Magda's guidance, and little by little, I rediscovered the passion I'd once had for my craft. My competition entry gradually took shape as well. Eventually, Luca was called back to Sicavella, but the gifts kept coming. None bore a name or return address, yet I knew they were from him. Magda was so furious that she tossed every last one into the storeroom and forbade me from even looking at them. This continued until one of our clients recognized me. "Ms. Greenwood? No wonder you looked so familiar!"He turned to Magda with an amused smile. "You really are something, Prof. Steiner. You've even managed to recruit the future Donna of the Valentino Famiglia to design for you. I thought she'd be busy preparing for her wedding." I set down the sketches in my hands. "I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding. Luca and I have broken up." The client froze for a moment. "I'm sorry. I had no idea. The notice I receiv