Dona Perfecta Novels & Stories

“I am the Donna of the Gareno cartel, and I am the woman who wishes to do business with Zaverio Riccardo.” Holy flipping fuck

Victor's point of view. I leaned back in my chair, the cold blade of the knife glinting under the dim light as I peeled an apple with deliberate precision. My focus wasn’t on the fruit, though. It was on the sniveling mess dangling over the edge of the room, blood dripping from his swollen face. Mateo's voice broke the tense silence, his desperate pleas ringing out. "Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!"

The black flag was embroidered with a golden Holbeck eagle and roses, a symbol of the family's honor. Holding my hand, Fabrizio led me to the altar. He picked up the microphone and declared loudly, "Today, I'm announcing to everyone that the true Donna of the Medicis, Liliana Medici, has officially returned." Thunderous applause filled the chapel and refused to fade. I took the microphone and swept my gaze across the crowd, my voice steady and firm.

Bianca wet her lips as she, along with her Master's, watched the graceful, curvaceous figure of Proserpina Delano leave the restaurant, her husband, the Mafia Don, walking closely behind her. The Don’s Woman laughed, tossing her head and acknowledging the people on the way, the servants, the guests, while her husband loomed behind her darkly, a large hand on her waist, guiding her to the corridor, firmly.

He rushed forward, about to announce Lia's disappearance. The doors suddenly swung open. The hall fell silent. "Lia…" my father's face went pale. "What nonsense is this?" Riccardo froze, staring at her. "Lia…" Lia scanned the room, ignoring the sudden intensity in Riccardo's eyes. She spoke loudly, clearly, and deliberately. "Sorry to interrupt your little comedy. I announce that today's Donna ceremony is void." The crowd froze. Lina screamed first. "Bah! Our father is the Don! Who gave you the right to oppose him?"

"Yeah but then, it's still fun. I'm so going for the post of the social perfect girl. Babe, don't you think I'd be perfect for the role?" I looked away from Kunmi when I heard Aminah's words. She was looking up at Kunle and waiting for his approval but the latter was looking at Sophia and I knew why. Sophia had always wanted that post. "Sophia is going... She wants that post too." Kunle answered her, sitting up straighter and so uncomfortable. Well, talk about having two wives without even knowing it.

Even her heels sounded like judgment on the floor, soft, precise, lethal. Matteo stood beside her, immaculate in black, his presence still commanding but tempered now, a shadow to her flame. He didn’t seem diminished, only deliberate. He raised his glass first, but when the cameras flashed, it was her name they chanted. Donna Bianca Ashford. The Queen of New York. The sole ruler of the Romano Empire.

Savina giggled softly. "What does that even mean?" Leniela asked. "Well, according to The Ferrari Mafia rule, the wife of the Don officially becomes Donna immediately she becomes pregnant". Nathalia explained. Leniela stayed silent to understand what she said before bursting into serious laughter. "You think I'm pregnant?" she laughed " We all know that won't be happening anytime soon. I simply stayed up late last night". "Don't be too confident about that because those things aren't 100% effective especially with the rate at which you two are doing it".

At this moment, she stepped on the ring harshly and pointed at Winnifred as she berated, "You are an utter disappointment!" At the same time, she also glared at Dona, who was beside her. I know Dona, the freak from the Michel Family, the weirdo who's neither a man nor a woman. I really can't imagine that my daughter has been fooling around with someone like this! Elizabeth raised her gun once more and shot Dona harshly a few more times. When she pressed on the trigger, there was no hesitation or pause at all. Dona, who already couldn't get up, grunted and lay back on the ground convulsing as blood oozed out of her body profusely.

Pink’s hit anthem “Perfect” rang out from Leesa’s cell phone, pulling her from her sleep. The song told her it was Cali on the other end. Leesa thought the line about people not liking the singer’s jeans and not getting her hair was the perfect ringtone for Cali, and Cali had laughed delightedly when Leesa told her about her choice.