Donna And Harvey Novels & Stories

I walked back inside and slid into the seat beside my mom, who was staring at me with literal stars in her eyes. "So," Veronica said brightly, looking directly at Donovan, "what do you think, honey?" He flashed that practiced, golden-boy smile. "Obviously my answer is yes. Harper is exactly what I've been looking for, Mom." Oh, I understood the game now. Make me look like the bad guy so he came out looking like the dutiful, perfect son? Adorable. Well, two could absolutely play. Actually, come to think of it, maybe this situation wasn't so terrible after all. He despised me. I despised him. He wouldn't interfere with my life, and I could live mine in total peace while keeping my mom content.

The conversation shifted naturally toward the work at hand, the thing that had all of us tethered together at the moment—the flagship launch of Harvest Bloom’s new venue in New York. “It’ll be good to step into America with something celebratory for once,” I said. “Something brighter. Donna deserves that too.” Her name softened the mood in the room instantly. Donna had been through more than enough chaos alongside us; I wanted her first taste of America with Harvest Bloom to be joyful, untainted by scandal or stress.

They have 5 month relationship but they broke up beacuse of no reason. Actually the reason is Alexandra still scared. She sacred that one day Alexander will came and take her back to him as his Donna.

Santino's POV Santino stood before the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, his long fingers drumming restlessly on the mahogany desk. As night fell, his agitation grew. Getting rid of Jessy was just the first step. Now, he had to get back what was truly his. His top aide entered and handed him a top-secret file. "Don, we've found the Donna. She's in Lumina, on the West Coast. She opened an art gallery." He opened the file. The first thing he saw was a telephoto shot.

Viola's POV When I submitted my resignation letter to the secretariat, the staff member looked shocked. "Viola Conti, you're leaving the Derocchi family?" The Don's private secretary was a respectable, well-compensated position. He couldn't understand why I would give it up. "Sì." I smiled and delivered the excuse I'd prepared long ago. "My husband left me an inheritance in Melbir. I'm planning to take my son and live there." It wasn't a particularly clever excuse. But for seven years, everyone believed I was just a single mother raising a child on my own. No one knew that the "husband" I spoke of was actually the Don of the Derocchi family, Aido Derocchi.

Three days later, Fabrizio held a grand celebration for my return as Donna. The event took place at the Medicis' private chapel. I wore a black vintage suit, my left shoulder revealing the fully restored family eagle crest tattoo. Holding Fabrizio's arm, I slowly walked into the chapel. All the mafia family leaders of Southwold rose to their feet in greeting, their eyes filled with reverence. Above the altar hung the Medicis' banner. The black flag was embroidered with a golden Holbeck eagle and roses, a symbol of the family's honor.

She’s probably already at the hotel. It was their wedding day—of course she’d be rushing with preparations. Maybe she was annoyed at him for missing the marriage office appointments. Twice. She had shown up both times, waiting under the harsh fluorescent lights with their documents neatly clipped in a folder. And both times, he hadn’t made it. Once because of a shootout at the docks. The second because Lucia’s “emergency” had turned out to be yet another exaggerated panic attack. He had promised Bianca he’d make it up to her.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Another Chapter in the books Emily Didonato as Raelynn Cremonesi (Luca's Cousin) Lorraine Bracco as Aida Lombardi Remember to comment and vote Okay I'm serious next chapter we are seriously going wedding dress shopping just kinda got caught up in this idea lol -Dailyy.Alex03

Names. “You think this is connected to tonight,” I said. “I know it is.” He was definitely certain. My stomach tied itself in knots. “Talk to me.” Darius flipped to a page near the back, marked with a red tab. “There were three cameras down tonight,” he said. “Not malfunctioning, they were disabled. The third camera at the east-wing was down at 21:14. Back online at 21: 30” My mind moved quickly, slotting pieces into place. “That’s the time Frank left.”