Donna And Harvey Novels & Stories

“I’m your Donna. Let go of me, or I’ll call Caleb right now.” One of them didn’t even flinch. “Sorry,” he said stiffly. “The Don specifically ordered us to protect Miss Ruby’s safety. No one is an exception.” He paused, then added quietly, “Even…” He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to. Even me—the Donna everyone now seemed to know was nothing but a lie—forced to stand there while my husband’s mistress humiliated me, while the men who once swore to protect me held me in place.

"A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?" He smiled and reached for my hand like nothing had happened. "Hey. Being the Don of the Ferro Family, it's not that big a deal." But there was pride at the corner of his mouth. I stepped back, out of reach. "So the bet with Vivian — that's why you put on this act for three years?" "You've got the talent. Why not head to Hollywood with her?" Finally, the careless mask slipped. His brow tightened. "Don't get the wrong idea. The bet was just whether you'd believe this ring came from a sweepstakes."

So long that my eyes began to sting. Isabella: I'm sorry, Donna. Isabella: Your husband won't be coming home tonight. Isabella: He's with me for my prenatal checkup. She deliberately called me "Donna", as if reminding me that she wanted that position too. Isabella: I forgot to tell you. Isabella: For the next week, he belongs to me. Isabella: He promised to take me to Hawaii to celebrate our baby. Isabella: He's calling you right now.

Harvey came looking for Dana. “Ms. Williams, I thought you would never call.” He smiled charmingly while someone else’s face was growing darker. Dana didn’t have to turn to see Ben’s dark face, she could feel the gloomy aura. “I didn’t intend to.” Dana pursed her lips. “Thank you for making the arrangements.” “Ms Williams, it’s my pleasure.” Harvey smiled. He was not a fool. A chance to get the major general on air in his studio was like a pie falling from skies. A flower to charm was an added bonus.

He was reminding me of my place: here on the estate, we were nothing more than employer and employee. And the woman beside him was his one and only Donna, recognized by all Five Families. I understood the warning in his eyes and swallowed the words I couldn't say. "Don Gallo." Enzo's Adam's apple bobbed. He gave a low "Mm" and kept walking, shielding Camilla and their child, as if the person he'd just passed was a complete stranger. I gave a self-deprecating smile and swallowed the news of my immediate resignation. It's not like he would care anyway.

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?"

Julianne took my hand, her eyes reddening. "I'm sorry, Maddie. We were so busy today that we forgot about your allergy. "I wore heels all day, and my ankles are swollen. It's a good thing I handled the wedding rehearsal for you, or you would've been the one who got hurt. "But none of that matters. What worries me most is the kidnappers. You have no idea how terrified I was when you were taken. "As long as you're safe now, Adrian and I can finally breathe easier." Adrian cleared his throat and took my other hand.

The flicker of a smile she was trying to hide. “What are you doing here?” she asked, voice pitched high. I stood slowly, my knees aching, and handed her the envelope. “Adrian texted. Said something important was left at the house.” Someone whispered, “Who is she?” Then louder, “Mrs. Kane?” And laughter. “Our charming Don Kane has a secret Donna?” “No—” Adrian stepped off the stage. “No,” he said again, firmer this time. “She’s the housemaid. What are you doing here?”

Elena's breathing exercises. In for four. Hold for seven. Out for eight. It didn't help. Nothing helped when the weight of everything came crashing down. I was going to marry Dante Moretti. The man whose family my father had murdered. The man who'd looked at me tonight with pure hatred burning in his dark eyes. The man who'd wrapped his hands around my throat and made me feel something other than guilt for the first time in five years.” My phone buzzed. Unknown number. “This wasn't my idea. But I'll make it work. Three months. Then you're mine. - DM”