Novel & Cerita Donald Na

I took the microphone and swept my gaze across the crowd, my voice steady and firm. "Ten years ago, I chose to fake my death to protect my family and my son. Ten years later, I'm back. Those who stand with this family will be rewarded. Anyone who betrays us or lays a hand on my loved ones, no matter who you are or which family you come from, I will make you pay the ultimate price." Applause erupted again as all the family heads shouted in unison, "Long live the Donna. Glory to the Medicis!" After the celebration, Fabrizio took me back to the old family estate on Holbeck. This was where I was born and raised.

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

He questioned, his forehead crisscrossed. Ryan smirked mischievously and nodded. "May I ask what your relationship with Lexi... Sorry. I mean president Lexi. What's your relationship with her aside from being boss and employee?" Ryan inquired, obviously trying to divert the topic. Donald's face brightened at the question. It was as though he had been waiting to be asked that question or he was looking for someone he could tell everything to. Donald's face flushed with a sheepish smile etched on his lips. "I... I don't know if I should be telling you this." He asserted, rubbing the back of his head. "I really like President Lexi, and I think she likes me too."

Jeremy pressed on, his voice sharpening like a blade. “Where are they?” he demanded. “Where’s Maggie? Where’s Leah’s family?” Donald’s smile turned cruel. “You think you’re in control now, boy?” he said, pulling out his phone casually. “You think owning a few papers makes you king?” He waved the phone in the air mockingly. “This is the real battlefield now.” Then, without another word, Donald turned on his heel and walked away, the phone pressed to his ear, speaking in low, urgent tones.

' I thought and my blood turned cold as I realized that if it was truly important, he would have sent Lucien like I had suggested then but he went himself and never told me what the important business was. "His marriage is really trending all over social media now." My mum said and I hurriedly ended the call, without telling her goodbye, needing to be sure of what I have just heard. "Please don't be true, don't be true." I whispered, my voice cracking as I went on the net and just like mum said, it was making headlines. "DON LUCIANO, FEARED MAFIA DON AND BUSINESS MOGUL REMARRIES AFTER YEARS." Attached to the news of a picture of a girl in her twenties or thirties in a wedding dress and he, i

Donald said in a excited voice. Brooke did not appreciate him thinking about her man. Wait, what? Since when did he think of Nathan as “her man”?! That was ridiculous. So not the point when Bradford himself was standing outside. “Let’s be professional here, Don,” Brooke reminded her secretary, her tone reprimanding. “If he’s here then it must be in some official capacity. Please send him in.” Brooke watched as Donald scrambled to obey her order.

Williams 📲*laughed* since it's been long you saw her, how about we have some dinner at my place one of these days? Donald 📲 woah. That will be great.. it been long we had that, don't worry I will be there Williams 📲 alright bye Donald 📲 bye. Written by ✍️✍️ owie oyindamola.

All over one photo with my own brother after years apart. I stared at her, cold. "You're mistaken. I'm Lucas's sister. Not some side piece. Do your homework next time." Betty looked me up and down like I was dirt. "Sister? Don't make me laugh. Lucas's sister is a Donna. She's powerful, connected, and untouchable. You think you can compare? Trash like you survives on its back." I decided to take that as a compliment on my looks. Otherwise, I'd have already ended her.

Someone was reading aloud, "Eldest son, Luca Bellandi. Eldest daughter, Aria Bellandi. Effective immediately, their names are entered into the family registry as legitimate heirs of the Bellandi bloodline." In the video, Matteo lifted the two children high. Applause and cheers erupted around him. He was smiling. He exchanged a look with Sienna, his eyes full of affection. Once, he had only looked at me that way. Now that look no longer belonged to me. Another message appeared beneath the video: "He said once the children are formally acknowledged by the Family, he'll give you a sum of money and send you away. The position of Donna belongs to the children's real mother.

After getting remarried, I put my husband, Steven Graham, on the family's service roster at a rate of ten thousand dollars an hour. His childhood sweetheart, Julie Ziegler, heard about it and signed a long-term contract without a second thought. Four months later, the balance in my offshore account had climbed to nearly a million dollars. On our wedding anniversary, Steven was supposed to spend the day with me. Then Julie called. Her dog had suddenly gotten sick, and she asked him to go to her. I didn't get angry. I simply sent her an encrypted message. [Don't forget to transfer the payment on time. Late fees will be charged separately.] Later, when I had an attack of appendicitis, St