Novel & Cerita Dona Morte

I could feel death breathing down my neck. Just then, Enzo suddenly reached out and stopped her. "Wait. Don Medici isn't back yet. He needs to decide this himself." "Let him decide?" Giovanna raised an eyebrow. "You think he'd believe this old woman's nonsense?" "No matter what, we can't kill her," Enzo said firmly. "Don Medici is extremely sensitive about anything related to the Donna. If she really has some kind of background, we can't afford the consequences." Giovanna shot me a vicious glare and put the dagger away. "Fine! We'll let her live for now. When the Don gets here, we'll see how he deals with this liar."

He swallowed, the sound loud in the tense silence. "She didn't make it. The infection... from the... the marking... It was too much. "Isabella... she's gone."

Dante didn’t waste time. “She’s not who she says she is.” I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just stared out the window at a city that suddenly felt like it belonged to someone else. “Her real name’s not Holly,” Dante continued. “It’s Helena Moreau. Born in Marseille. Recruited at twenty. French intelligence, then transferred to a joint task force — international operations, deep cover.” I closed my eyes. “Her current assignment?” I asked. “You.” The silence between us was thick.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

On the other side of the world, eight of the dons were having virtual meetings, as they discussed the videos they were seeing. Most of them were frowning with disgust, as they watched how humans were being slaughtered like animals in a butcher shop. Knowing the masked man’s identity made it easy for his location to be known but it did not guarantee victory. There was still a shaking in the underworld since Caddaric remained undefeated. The eight Dons; Moncho, Raphael, Chevy, Clyde, Apache, Columbo, Carmine, and Bugsy, were all either involved in shady deals or had one selfish reason to the other, as to why Caddaric should be destroyed.

Only the top one stands out to me. WHERE ARE YOU?! Donnie SOS

~~ 𝑆𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑣 "𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑢𝑝, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦."~~ 𝐿'𝐴� �𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑜 𝐷𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒

Mortis clapped like an excited toddler. “Oh! Boss, should I tell him—” “Mortis,” Fernando hissed, “no.” But it was too late. Mortis beamed at me. “He blew up the cars of the Dons while they were inside because they hurt you and the boss—” “Mortis,” Fernando growled, half-standing, murder glinting in his eyes. But the world around me had already gone cold. “You… what?” My voice cracked on the last word.

Then the screen switched and Donna Marta appeared. She stood tall, dressed in black, her posture was calm, but her eyes carried something deeper and heavier. The room behind her was quiet and controlled, just like her. “My son, Rico De Romano, was involved in a road accident days ago,” she said, her voice steady, echoing through the room. “Since then, he has not been found.” Calla felt her throat tighten. Luxe shifted slightly towards her, silently consoling her, but her gaze remained up at the screen.

Viola's POV When I submitted my resignation letter to the secretariat, the staff member looked shocked. "Viola Conti, you're leaving the Derocchi family?" The Don's private secretary was a respectable, well-compensated position. He couldn't understand why I would give it up. "Sì." I smiled and delivered the excuse I'd prepared long ago. "My husband left me an inheritance in Melbir. I'm planning to take my son and live there." It wasn't a particularly clever excuse. But for seven years, everyone believed I was just a single mother raising a child on my own. No one knew that the "husband" I spoke of was actually the Don of the Derocchi family, Aido Derocchi.