Donna And Harvey Novels & Stories

I came home after a meeting with the Vitale Family's capos and carried Elena from the front door all the way into the living room. Her legs were wrapped around my waist as she leaned in to kiss me. Just as I was about to kiss her back, I spotted a cream pastry on the table. Elena and I were both allergic to cream. In seven years of marriage, nothing made with cream had ever entered this estate. “Who bought this?” Elena paused for a moment, then tightened her arms around my neck. “Sophia brought it last night and forgot to take it with her.” But in the early hours of yesterday, I’d been at a dock three hundred miles away, watching Sophia sign off on a sealed shipment. That was the mom

For twenty-two years, I had been the only daughter of the Falcones. Everyone in the family held me in their hands. Underboss Leon Marchetti took a bullet for me. Consigliere Enzo Ricci stormed into enemy territory just to pull me out. Vice Don Darius Lombardi even swore in front of the Don himself that no matter what happened, I would always be the first person he protected. They spoiled me rotten, made me willful, and convinced me of one thing. No matter who I eventually chose as my fiancé, they would never leave my side. Until six months ago, when the real Falcone heiress, Bianca Falcone, came back to the family. Little by little, their time, their protection, all their care shifted t

“you can call me Don Niko” He grinned. “Blink twice if you need help, man. Vittoria’s a nasty one.” Before I could respond, Vittoria reached out and slapped the back of his arm, not hard, not angry. “Don’t antagonise him,” she muttered. He winced theatrically. “She abuses me, this is workplace harassment.” That did it. Something sharp twisted in my chest; seeing her like this, bloodied and exhausted, yet trading ease and familiarity with another man.

For one foolish moment, I wanted Matteo to say my name clearly enough to put me back where he had allowed another woman to sit, but his eyes moved from me to Vanessa, then settled on his wine. “Elena and I have an arrangement,” he said. “It helped both families.” Arrangement. Not wife. Not Donna. Not the woman whose brooch he had fastened, whose bed he shared, whose child she carried. Vanessa smiled at me with soft pity. “That makes sense. Matteo was always too serious for romance unless someone forced him into it.” I could have asked about the Donna-wing access, the missing signet, or the ceremony he had abandoned the moment she returned, but there was nothing elegant in bleeding at a dinne

As for Harvey, he looked extremely gloomy. "Mr. Snapp! Why are you disturbing Harvey? He's here because he misses Dawn!" When Niamh approached Harvey from behind, she saw what happened, and she yelled at the two men angrily. However, Theodore just grabbed the offerings Harvey had brought and tossed them into the trash can. Then, he turned around and looked at Harvey. Although one person was standing taller than the other, it felt like they were equally domineering. "The dead can't be brought back, so we should save our prayers for the people who are still around!"

After all, they were all eager to witness the 45-year-old Don marrying the 25-year-old woman who had almost married his son. I wore an ivory-white wedding gown with a 33-foot-long train. Vittore was waiting for me at the altar in a bespoke black suit, his blond hair perfectly slicked back. I could feel his gaze fixed intently on me as I was walking down the aisle toward him while holding Dad's arm. Dad's hand trembled as he placed mine in his, whispering, "Please treat her well, Don Corleone." Vittore remained silent. He simply clasped my hand, holding it firmly.

However, she still smiled and nodded, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You too. Get some rest.” Then she turned and left. Once her figure had disappeared from the doorway, Paul immediately called his aide. “Why is Emily’s number invalid? Has our intelligence system failed, or did the donna disappear and I’m the last to know?” His voice was cold as ice, sending a chill down the aide’s spine. “Don Garcia, actually, on the day you entered surgery, we already received news that Donna Emily had left the country. But during this time, you were…”

Harvey raised an eyebrow and put an arm around the man's shoulder. "Chad, don't get me wrong, how could I forget the promise between us? But if you look closely, they are not outsiders. Lisa is my girlfriend, and the other girl...." Harvey pointed at me and paused for a moment, smiling indecently. "In the future, she may become your new female owner." I felt my cheeks heat up and peeked at Brian to see his attitude. Contrary to my embarrassment, he seemed pretty pleased with Harvey's joke. That made me even more embarrassed but also mixed with unprecedented happiness.

I'd been married to Lucas, the Don of the Mitchell family—the biggest crime syndicate in the country—for six years when I found out he'd given my own daughter to his savior to raise. I was about to confront him when he beat me to it, asking for a divorce. His savior didn't have much time left. Her dying wish was to become his Donna. "She ended up like this because she saved me. Her last wish is just to be my Donna. You understand, don't you?" "Don't worry. You'll always be my only Donna. Once this is over, we'll remarry right away." I'd lost count of how many times he'd sacrificed me for her. So I nodded calmly and signed the divorce papers. Seven years of love. Nine hundred and ninety-nine

"Sonia, where are you? I didn't forget about the movie tonight. Let's go together." Before he could finish, Zoey suddenly shouted, "Harvey! Weren't you supposed to help me with the videos tonight? And now you're ditching me for your girlfriend?" Harvey hesitated. "But I promised Sonia… How about tomorrow? We can go early in the morning…"