April X Donnie Novels & Stories

But instead of Enzo, I received a call: there was an emergency at one of his underground casinos. He had to “handle it personally.” We would have to reschedule. That evening, his assistant arrived with an apology gift—an obscenely expensive set of gemstone jewelry I didn’t need, wrapped in the Marchello family’s signature black box. And yet, the very next morning, the headline on the news made my hands go cold: “Mafia Heir Marchello Enzo Seen Shopping for Wedding Rings With His Fiancée.”

Nick asked her, worry etched deeply into his every word. April looked up at him blankly, but she made no move to respond, she just kept looking between us like she was trying her hardest to make sense of everything and clearly making no progress at it. “Let me help,” Xenia got up and made her way over to where Nick was carrying April in his laps and took her hands. She leaned in and whispered something to April and she fell unconscious again. I immediately panicked and so did the others, gasping in horror at the fact that she’d just awoken and now she was out cold again.

Xavier slowly raised his dark, bottomless eyes, directing a freezing, razor-sharp glare that pinned Donnie straight against the back of his chair. Donnie immediately forced a bright, comforting smile, trying to look as reassuring as a doting aunt. "If you're dealing with something, just tell me. Maybe I can help ease your mind?" Xavier’s heavy brows knitted into a dangerous line. "When exactly did you become such a sniveling coward?" Donnie felt a massive wave of injustice hit him. "Look, you have no idea how terrifying you look right now. I'm genuinely wondering if I’ll make it out of this room alive tonight."

“Poor you, I have been there done that. When they ask, take the drugs.” Everyone laughed. April cleared her throat, fingers twisting together. “Okay. So... you guys know me as May Jones.” She hesitated, then forced herself to say it. “But that’s not my real name.” Silence. Trent was the first to react, blinking. “I’m sorry, what?” April exhaled. “My real name is April Harrington.” Poppy let out a strangled sound. “Are you kidding me?” Sophie’s brows pulled together. “As in Harrington Enterprises?”

“Hugo’s been looking for a personal assistant for weeks. Is that it? Are you the help?” Perfect. An identity. A shield. I mirrored her laugh, making it sound just as hollow. “You got me. I’m the personal assistant.” My attention was ripped away as Hugo’s opponent climbed into the ring. I couldn’t help but gulp. The man wasn’t just big; he was a mountain of scarred flesh and bad intentions, and he looked at Hugo like he was his next meal. “I’m Christy, by the way,” the girl chirped, reclaiming my attention. She tossed her hair back. “Hugo and I have history.” She paused for effect. “We were together for, like, two whole days last month. It was super intense.”

Bluey was mid-sentence, telling a particularly hilarious story about a misadventure at a concert years ago, when the doorbell rang. April chuckled, shaking her head. “Aiden probably forgot something,” she said, pushing back her chair. “I’ll get it.” Feeling a renewed sense of energy from the joy her friends brought, April walked to the door, no longer weighed down by exhaustion or stress. But as soon as she opened the door, her mouth dropped in shock. Standing there, grinning like they’d just pulled off the ultimate surprise, were Jessica, Genevieve, and Gift. “What the—” April gasped, her hand flying to her chest. “Are you guys trying to give me a heart attack?!”

Lucien yelled and Don Luciano laughed like he had just cracked a joke. For some unknown reasons, his laughter sent shivers down my spine as they echoed around the whole room. "I don't need a prep-talk from a boy, barely man enough to treat his wife right? Didn't you abandon Aria for your slutty secretary and oh! that reminds, punish her for the death of your ex-wife, when she absolutely had nothing to do with it?" Don Luciano inquired as he brought out a cigar from the case in his hand, before lighting it up and puffing out the smoke in the face of his son.

Tony asks. "Of course, I forgive you. I knew you'd never kill me. That shot was not the best that you could do. Besides, let bygones be bygones. Let's go and drink whiskey. I need one after all the things that happened today. I want to check on Donna Romani," Dante says. Tony watches Dante walk away. I love to see Donald Romani. He has always had a crush on her. He knows she is much older than he is, but she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. He also knows that he can never reveal how he feels about her, because they need life would be worth nothing. Don Romani is known for being very jealous of his wife. As he and Enzo are standing in Dante's office, a younger version of Donna Ro

the Don only says after which the guard bows and runs back again while talking through his earpiece. Some minutes later the door is thrown open and Alessandro Fabiano appears in all his glory with a face that had murderous anger written all over! While another guard leads Daniella´s driver and Jimmy out of the door Alessandro walked over to his ANgel and took her into his arms and inhaled her scent to calm him down. ¨Well since we are all together now let the fun begin! …..Don Alessandro I have a proposal for you!¨ Don Saphira started.

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to