Donna And Harvey Novels & Stories

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.

I arrived at a standalone villa in the Queen's District of Southwold. As the former Donna of the Medicis, I had hidden in Holbeck for ten years. Today, I finally returned here under the name "Ella". I had just set my suitcase down in the entryway and hadn't even caught my breath when the front door was kicked open from the outside. Five women barged in aggressively. Leading them was Giovanna Valery, my future daughter-in-law, whom I had only seen in photos.

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.

Ian demanded after a hard laugh. "Yes! This is a reminder!” Harvey coaxed. And Ian laughed again. "Don't mind me buddy.” Harvey said. Yeah! Ian doesn’t have to take his words seriously because that’s Harvey Wesley’s personality. He could be very funny and also annoying with his words whenever he teases someone. Harvey is a family man, a father of two and married to one of the top most models in the United State of America. But Harvey doesn't have to remind Ian that he was yet to start a family.

"Selena, I have two options for you—one, you continue medical school and have a quiet career as a small-time doctor after graduation. Two, I'll adopt you and train you as my heir. Newborough will be yours." George's words pulled me out of my thoughts. I grinned at him and winked. … Many years later, no one knew that the mafia's Donna was an ordinary surgeon. I never visited my mom after George put her into a regular elderly home. As for Ariana, she was asked to either continue her studies or find a job and make an honest living for herself. On a weekend afternoon, I knocked on Nancy's front door again. I smiled as I handed her 500 dollars and a necklace with a golden heart-shaped pendant. "N

The ten-carat diamond ring hit the bottom of the bin with a clear, crisp clink, like it was bidding me farewell. Everything was over. Nothing could salvage this relationship. … I sat on a cold, hard bench in the ER, my face drained of color. Across from me, outside the VIP area, a crowd had gathered. The people whispered among themselves. "They say that Don Costa's people are in there." "It's probably the Donna. He's so worked up over her when she isn't even injured. He made the hospital call in every doctor to check her over." "Classic hero-saves-damsel moment. Didn't you see the gash on his head? That cut was huge, yet he didn't even make a sound!"

They were under the impression that she would die any minute and did not want to waste a single second by her side. "Mommy, there are still two more hours until your wedding with Daddy; Aunt Luna and Granny made you a beautiful dress!" Harvey chirped as he wiped the tears from his face. At this moment, he was perched in front of Bonnie's bed, trying to force out a smile. "Since there are only two hours till the wedding, does this mean I have only two hours left with you?" A tear slid silently down Harvey's cheek, and he bit his lip nervously, trying to keep his voice from shaking. "I wanted to find you so bad that I forced Mr. Jim to take me to Banyan City…

" I placed the chip on the table. He needed both the decoy backup and access to the server, so he marched me to the terminal himself. When the challenge prompt appeared, I entered the parameters. The evidence partition began verifying the chip. At the same time, the disaster protocol came online. The backup broadcast came alive. "All crew, follow the blue markers to the east corridor. Dispatch is standing by for pickup." Matteo lunged for the control console. "Who told you to turn that on?" "I run the medical route. I don't need your permission." The crew began to evacuate. The maintenance response cut the remote detonation signal, but the stand-alone ignition module kicked into a countdown.

Later, I heard that Bianca’s life in New Haven had turned miserable. One after another, the same friends she used to have started bullying her. “She’s such a good actress. An orphan pretending to be a rich heiress for eight whole years.” “Do you think she had plastic surgery to look like Donna Vitale? That’s why they look so alike.” “She’s got incredible nerve, living for eight years by stepping on the real daughter’s head.” “Bianca, give me back the Patek Philippe I bought you. That watch cost two hundred thousand dollars.”