Dona Perfecta Novels & Stories

It had been so long since I went shopping, and I was actually excited for once to dress up and show myself off. After a few shops, I finally found one that did me and my bump justice. It was a purple dress that was a long sleeve, off the shoulder and knee length. It had beading on the top and was made of lace. Not to mention that it also cinched right around my bump to show it off. It was stunning. The second I came out of the dressing room, Will’s eyes lit up and he said it was definitely “the one.” That’s when he pulled a little box out of his pocket. I almost lost my mind.

The front door of the penthouse flew off its hinges. Splintered wood flew everywhere. Nico and I stormed in first, followed by five men in black suits, all armed. The last to enter was Don Vincent Genovese. He commanded the room without a word, an old lion with a mane of white hair and an aura of absolute power. The Don of the Genovese family. He wore a perfectly tailored gray suit and leaned on an ivory-handled cane. "Matteo Falcone." The Don's voice was colder than a morgue. "We need to have a talk."

To repay Victor for saving my life, I gave up a brilliant career as one of America's finest neurosurgeons and willingly became his trophy wife. For seven years, Victor lavished money on me and treated me with bone-deep tenderness. Yet his obsessive rules suffocated me. Every other week, I had to subject my scalp to agonizing bleach treatments to keep my hair icy platinum. I had to bathe in a discontinued Venetian white iris perfume. And I had to wear a fake beauty mark at the corner of my right eye. I once mistook it all for the obsessive devotion of a Mafia Don. Then, on the eve of our wedding of the century, I found a wall covered with portraits of another woman. The measurements of my gow

She removes her mask and lets it slip free. “Is that?” “No, it can’t be.” “She is even more beautiful than I thought.” “I am Donna Cassandria Bristol-Romano. I am Don Francesco Romano’s niece and the rightful heir to the Romano family. From now on, there will be changes made to how things are done. I can see a few angry faces. So let me say this. Suck it. Challenge me if you want. But as you have just heard, I have power behind me. So let’s all get along, shall we? Ciao.” She says and steps down, her team surrounding her as she walks past me, but I grab her hand and she stops. Fuck this.

Kerrington's words. "You have the perfect job and a successful company. And Zion, a hardworking and respectable man. You really must be God's favorite." Mr. Kerrington continued, showering her with praise. His admiration for her shone brightly in his eyes. Ayva's smile faltered slightly at the mention of Zion. Amanda on the other hand wore a deep frown of distaste on her face. "But you," he began, casting a disappointed gaze at his daughter seated beside him. The look of disappointment on his face was palpable.