Donna And Harvey Novels & Stories

Seeing that his father was getting angry, Kai obediently fell silent. Elijah forcibly suppressed the growing unease in his heart, focusing only on getting to the venue as quickly as possible. By the time Elijah arrived, all the guests were already there. A friend spotted him and immediately walked over with a glass of wine, smiling as he asked, “Elijah, where’s Donna Hazel? It’s your fifth anniversary. The main character can’t be late.” Elijah’s heart sank. He realized then that I hadn’t arrived yet, immediately took out his phone, and called the driver.

As the Donna of an Iyvalian mafia, I'd barely touched down in Strallard when a livestream flashed across my screen. A pack of barely-dressed girls were filming, phones in hand, voices shrill with fake outrage. "We found the bitch—she lives right here!" "That troia had the nerve to come after my best friend's man! We're dragging her out and giving her a public lesson!" They panned the camera across the neighborhood. I paused. Wasn't that my building?

At the family’s most prestigious gala, my husband—the Don, Alexander—arrived with his secretary, Elena, on his arm. Pinned to her chest was the ruby brooch that symbolized the position of the donna, the mistress of the family. Before I could even speak, Alexander glanced at me with casual indifference. "Ivy, don't be so petty." He wiped the corner of his mouth elegantly with a napkin, his tone suggesting this was entirely reasonable. "Elena took a bullet for me. She liked the brooch, so I let her borrow it for a while. Regardless, you are the only donna here. Try to show some class."

Donnie took a few steps back before calmly looking at Harvey. Obviously, he was prepared to let Boris do his job if Harvey kept fighting back. The eyes of those beautiful women lit up instantly. They loved the confident attitude when Donnie was sure that he would win no matter what. After all, men like this would usually attract the ladies’ attention. Compared to him, Harvey was just an ugly country bumpkin, a damn loser! Harvey just chuckled. “What? You’re going to come at me with numbers?” Donnie also let out a chuckle.

In New York’s underworld, my name topped every do-not-cross list. My husband, Don Dante Russo, ruled the most powerful Mafia family on the East Coast. My father ruled the second. Once, they wiped out an entire family overnight for threatening me. But when I was six months pregnant, I received a video. It showed a family portrait session. My pregnant half sister, Bianca, stood beside my husband Dante while he carefully supported her waist. My father stood with them, smiling at the camera. A message from Bianca followed. My mother took your father. Now I’ve taken your husband. I didn’t cry or make a scene. I walked out of the clinic and made one call. “In seven days, I need a new identity and

I'm the Donna of the Vitale family, the wife of Domenico Vitale, the woman everyone is expected to bow to. Yet whether I need to access family funds, arrange a car, make a doctor's appointment, or even prepare a gown for a party, I must submit an application first. The woman who approves every request is Camilla Marino, Domenico's most trusted secretary. He says this is family protocol. As the Donna, I should be the first to follow the rules. Things change when I suffer a massive hemorrhage during my pregnancy. My request for emergency medical treatment is pending approval, yet I have already waited longer than I should have. I call Domenico and beg, "Domenico, please. Tell Camilla to a

On our third wedding anniversary, Lorenzo Falcone came back from Sicily with a chest of jewels. Without thinking, he slid the chest toward my sister Vella and told her to pick first. I stared, eyes wide, and the disappointment slipped out before I could stop it: "Lorenzo. It's our anniversary. Don't I get to choose first?" He faltered for just a second. Then he said: "Lily, as a Donna, you should know how to be gracious. You can't always act like a little girl." I'd heard that for over twenty years. Since I was a child, the eldest daughter of the family, I'd long learned to step aside. Give up the horse I loved. Give up my grandfather's keepsake. Give up the chance to study abroad. Give up t

Haha " Dana, her name is Dana," Harvey huffed " I was about to forgive you and give you coffee and cookies." She rolled her eyes " My bad, please forgive me." " Every time you do the same." " My memory is bad." " Memory of an old man." Harvey said " And old men shouldn't eat so much sugary." She said I am enjoying it way too much! I sat down as Dana took jess from me and motioned me to have something to eat and told me that I'm the only one allowed to have juice and cookies

He shot out an arm and clamped his hand around my wrist. "Isabella, what is this madness? Don't make a scene." The pain sent me stumbling, and Amelia was instantly there, her hands steadying me with false kindness. "Donna, what happened to you? Please, don't embarrass the Don." She leaned in close under the guise of an embrace and whispered in my ear. "So clever, our Donna. Did you guess it was me who went there?" "Don't worry, those old paper files take up too much space. I'm helping you clean up, making some room for the family."