Ao3 Donna Beneviento Novels & Stories

Vincenzo answered without a second of hesitation. The priest turned to me and repeated the same vows. "I do," I answered calmly, looking straight into Vincenzo's eyes. Vincenzo pulled a black velvet box from his inner pocket. He popped it open, taking out a flawlessly cut emerald ring. This was the token of the Moretti Family's Donna, a symbol of absolute power. He took my left hand and slid the ring steadily onto my ring finger. "Elena, I swear on the honor of the Moretti Family,"

Here, he smiled at the audience and introduced her, “Everyone, this is Xena Jackson, and she’s my girlfriend. And we’re a match made in heaven.” Ben’s expression soured, and redness limned his eyes although he was well aware that Xena was a cruel and horrible person. A woman like her was not even worthy of his affections, but he had been with her for a long time. His heart still ached when he saw her. “Oh. So she’s your girlfriend now? Congratulations! It’s only right that a beauty is paired with a prince, instead of some neet who only knows how to play video games all day. It would be a miracle if the girlfriend of someone like that didn’t run off!”

Bianca put down the knife, wiped her hands, and rounded the counter. “There’s my beautiful girl,” she cooed to her daughter. “She’s gotten big,” Bane commented, staring down at the swaddled bundle. “You would know that if you visited more often,” Bianca volleyed back, and I got the distinct impression this was an old argument. “You know how busy I am.” She stroked the baby’s head. “I know.” Bane looked up and locked eyes with me. There was such warmth in them. “This is the other female love of my life,” he said. “Valentine.”

"It's time to have breakfast; I think we should also discuss the plan forward regarding Luna's plan to uproot you." Diego nodded his head. "Alright. We'll shower and be down. Eat with us." "As you wish," Vincenzo responded with a bow of his head and left them alone in the room. Rebecca sat up properly in bed and stared at Diego, hoping he would explain what Vincenzo meant. When he didn't say anything about it, she couldn't help but to ask him as he climbed out of bed. "Why did he call me Donna? Who's Donna? Was she... your ex-girlfriend?"

All through that night, Ardon and Jaceon argued. Their voices were incredibly loud, and screaming noises came from the Alpha's private room. The terrified inhabitants of the royal palace barely got any sleep at all. ​Bettoni was not sleeping anyway. She sat wide awake in her dark, quiet bedroom, feeling powerful. She was on a winning streak. She hoped Bimby would finally be happy since Ardon finally grew a spine to publicly claim him. Now, she just needed to ruin the worst person in her life. She needed to destroy the heartless, vile woman who brought her into this world but caused her the most pain.

he said hesitantly. "Have you found Dalia's whereabouts?" Riccardo asked without looking up. Antonio was silent for a few seconds before replying, "Donna—I mean, Ms. Valentino is in Capitolium, but she refuses to see anyone. All our attempts to approach her have been rejected." Riccardo's hands clenched suddenly, crumpling the letter into a ball. "Book a flight. I'm going to Capitolium." "Don Corleone, you can't leave," Antonio cried in alarm. "The family's situation is unstable right now."

"You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!" The grip on my shoulder tightened painfully, crushing my still-healing body. "Take your hand off me!" I snapped, fighting against the Beta's strength. Suddenly, a shiny modern silver car pulled up, with Damon driving and Cassandra looking victorious and jealous beside him. The windows were rolled down. Cassandra's eyes narrowed as she said, "Damon, look! It is the poor Omega! I guess she is still obsessed with you even after all this time." Damon turned to me. His face was cold, and fishy. The sight of him, the memory

Was he? "Will do. I didn't know he was seeing anyone." She stood, unable to remain comfortable while Ben looked down at her. "Yeah, some girl that's had him wrapped around her finger for a while. He won't give up the goods. He never does." Ben laughed and walked out, calling over his shoulder. "Call if you need me." "I will," Bethany muttered before sitting back down. She would have to drown herself in work until lunchtime, or the idea of Ben talking about another woman in Damon's life was sure to undo her.

“Baby, would you like to help me with some negotiations?” “Are you sure love?” “Of course, you are my future Jefa.” She smiles and he helps her out of the pool. He holds her hand up so he can look at her body and leads her over to the open chair next to him to sit. The white bikini is now almost see through with her erect nipples straining against the small amount of fabric barely covering her breasts. Gavin brings her a towel. “Donna.” “Thank you Gavin.” She pressed the towel into her hair and then lays it across her lap. Veronica is fully aware that her nipples are hard and on display and the men are staring.

"Consigliere, I want a divorce from Cassius. I’m handing back all the businesses under my name. Draft up the papers." The old Consigliere frowned. "Camilla, this marriage keeps the peace between our two families. Can you think this over?" I was the frontwoman for Cassius Marino’s dirty empire for three years. In the shadows, I was this cold-blooded Don's legal wife. A month ago, a Mexican cartel kidnapped me. That night, the cartels blew up my husband's secure line, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom. He let it ring. They ended up throwing me into an abandoned meat locker in freezing temperatures. I almost froze to death. Luckily, a butcher stumbled in and dragged me out just in time.