Dona Morte Novels & Stories

The car sped away, but the smell of blood and the weight of her father’s lifeless body pressed against her made it clear that nothing would ever be the same. Arthur Morgan was gone, his sacrifice the final act of a father trying to protect his daughter. Present Day: The Rinaldi Mansion The silence in the bedroom felt as weighty as the band on Sierra's finger. She perched on the corner of the spacious bed adorned with crisp white sheets, the room gently lit by a lone lamp on the far wall. Across the room, Dominic faced the dresser, methodically unbuttoning his shirt with careful, measured actions. His back faced her, the defined contours of his shoulders rigid under the gentle illumination.

"But let's start with the villa." Sofia nodded, trying to ignore the heat radiating from Luca's body. "Right. The villa. What's our next move?" Before Luca could respond, Giulia burst into the kitchen, her hair disheveled and eyes wild. "You two need to see this," she said, waving her phone. They gathered around the small screen, watching in horror as a news report played. The headline scrolled across the bottom: "Moretti Empire Crumbles: Don Luca Moretti Accused of Murder."

Overnight, Lux went from being a kidnapping survivor to the unstable, obsessive, jealous madwoman everyone whispered about. Meanwhile, Lorenzo and Bianca were effortlessly recast as the innocent victims, unfairly harassed and slandered by her. Sometimes, conversations from passing visitors drifted through the hallway outside her room. "I heard Donna Antara lost her mind and started accusing her own sister." "The Don really has terrible luck. His wife survived and came back alive, only to lose her sanity. And now Miss Bianca lost the baby too." "But he's still willing to stay by her side and take care of her. Lorenzo really is devoted."

It broke my heart to see my doll so emotionless "It happened when you were only 3 years old" Her mum started after a sigh ,seeing Vera was in no mood to listen to their apologies "Your mum and dad, well your dad. He was the ruler of the Russian mafia at the time" "There was an uprising and they were murdered" I felt Vera become unsteady for moment as I noticed her breathing became uneven and tears filled her eyes. "T-they were killed? " Her voice came out in a whisper. I tried to suith her by rubbing her back the more "Yes. Sadly

Then he took her hand and led her toward the door. “The Fumagalli family has a luxury boutique nearby. Whatever you want, it is on me.” The crowd cheered. “The Don is too generous!” The hall emptied like a receding tide and left only overturned chairs, spilled wine, and me standing in the wreckage. After everyone left, the doors opened again. A driver in a black uniform stood in the doorway and bowed slightly. “Donna, the Don sent me to take you home.” I walked past him without a word. “No need.”

I thought I would be calm. But when the truth finally came out, my body trembled all the same, and I couldn't stop it. "Heads of the families, I know you all want Louis dead right now, but before he's judged, there's a personal debt I mean to settle with him." I took a deep breath. "I wonder if any of you remember the former Donna of the Vitale family. My mother, Selena Pavano." "Twenty years ago, my brother was barely a month old when Louis's wife Jessica threw him from an upper floor to his death. And my father, Louis, never bothered to learn the truth. He took Jessica at her word and had my mother beaten to death..."

Ara was very panicked and approached the Guardian Goddess of the portal. "Where to ... Where did the Goddess send Aranjo?" Ara asked very anxiously. "Danzou City! She was born to be human! Not to worry, Aranjo is destined to hurt the feelings of the weak-hearted humans who love her!" The Goddess said "What is ... was it the Emperor who allowed the Goddess to tell me all about it?" asked Ara. Usually, things related to redemption in the mortal world are kept very secret, because it can change the destiny of the God or goddess who undergoes redemption.

My funeral was held that afternoon. Carlo arranged it with the highest honors, as befitting the future Donna of the Vesta family. My gravestone was placed right beside his mother's, engraved with: Margherita Rossi Vesta 1998–2023 Eternal Bride Papa wept uncontrollably during the ceremony. He nearly rushed forward, clutching Carlo's neck. Carlo stopped the bodyguards who tried to intervene and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Rossi. This is my fault."

I told her and she just smiled. “He will. He is a very strong man and he isn't willing to die now so it won't happen.” she sounded so sure while Dante’s mum was crying her eyes out. “Oh Emily.” Luciana called out my name so I went to her side. “I didn't want to call Dante because you both were having your day but I am sorry. I had to. The doctor said he might not make it.” she sounded so sorry and I was confused. “You did the right thing Luci. There is no need to be sorry. We are family afterall.” more tears fell from her eyes after my last sentence and she nodded with a smile.