April X Donnie Novels & Stories

He was wearing a ridiculous mouse headband too. Daniel's eyes were full of boundless, tender love. Scrolling down, I saw photos of them at the beach, the theater, and every single place on my bucket list. I had once begged Daniel to go to all those places with me. He either said they were too childish or that he would go with me next time. The comments section was filled with blessings for the couple. "What a loving couple! I didn't expect to see Don Marino wearing matching headbands with Mrs. Marino."

I would have facepalmed if I could. "Get the news of Don's fucking murder out of the news. I don't want any investigation to start." "Not like there would be," she scoffed. "Let's just say Don didn't have many fans, so no one is really crying over him." Sure, no one was yet until some people started to. I wasn't going to wait till that happened before taking action. "Just do your job, Claire. You might as well do the one thing you know how to do well."

“Do not force my hand, April. Sign the darned papers.” “Fine,” April said with gritted teeth. “At least give me the darned pen.” Her tone was void of any respect or fear. “Just know that you are making a terrible mistake. Selling these companies is a wrong move. You wouldn’t know that since you are blinded by money.” Colton smirked. That was more like the woman he knew and adored. “Let me worry about that.” He turned to pick up a pen and April dashed for the door. She turned open the door and she was met with armed men who stood outside the door. Her eyes widened and her heart fell into the pit of her stomach.

They have 5 month relationship but they broke up beacuse of no reason. Actually the reason is Alexandra still scared. She sacred that one day Alexander will came and take her back to him as his Donna.

I drew in a deep breath. Three years. Dante and I hadn't seen each other in three years. The last time we met, I'd taken off the engagement ring with my own hands and given it back to him. He'd stood in the rain that day, soaked through, his eyes so red they looked ready to bleed. I didn't look back. I got into Dominic's car. Dominic was the Don of Mercer Family. From that day on, the entire hospital knew—Dante Blackwood despised Ivy Ashford.

His eyes were chillingly dark. "Camilla, look what you've done!" "What did I do?! I'm the future Donna! I was just trying to support you at this event!" "Why are you yelling at me? Are you taking your anger out on me just because that cheap doctor is gone?!" "What kind of dirty secret do you and that Aurora have anyway?" She grew more agitated as she spoke, her words dissolving into sobs. The commotion had attracted the attention of others, who now stared at them with strange expressions.

one of them sneered. I struggled and screamed, "Let go of me. I'm Liliana Medici. I'm Fabrizio's mother!" Giovanna burst into laughter, as if she had just heard the biggest joke in the world. "Give me a break! Liliana died ten years ago in a fire. With that plastic face of yours, how dare you pretend to be the Donna!" She abruptly released my chin and pulled a dagger from her waist. She crouched down sharply and ripped open the left shoulder of my shirt, exposing the smooth skin after grafting.

I roll my eyes. “I love you more than pumpkin pie, but that pie annoys me less. Now hand it over.” I reach for it, but everyone except Xion rushes past me. “Hey, how’ve you been?” Xion says with a smile, pulling me into a hug. “Good. Nervous, but good.” “I can imagine. But don’t be nervous—you’re pregnant,” he whispers. My heart skips a beat as we pull apart. Xion’s a doctor, like his sister Zara, and a pediatrician. Maybe he knows something.

"I guess you really do have mental issues, Isla. Think about it—why would the Don possibly marry a nobody like you?" But before he could finish, Mark's icy gaze swept over him. Christopher immediately snapped upright and pressed a hand to his chest, nodding respectfully. "Don Vittorino, this is my ex-girlfriend. She couldn't handle our breakup back then and has since developed mental issues. That's why she offended you." But Mark didn't listen at all. He just strode over and pulled me into his arms, not caring the least bit that the mud on me was smearing all over his custom-made suit embroidered with dark gold rose patterns.

“To the new Don and Donna of our family.” The applause was scattered, polite, but heavy with tension. He placed the glass down, retook my hand, and guided me off the stage. Music filled the hall once more, breaking the silence. Strippers climbed polished poles in the corners, drawing eager eyes, while waiters weaved between tables with trays of expensive wine. Leonardo led me around the room, making introductions, shaking hands, exchanging smiles that never reached his eyes. By the time we sat at our table, my feet ached and my nerves were frayed.