Donna And Harvey Novels & Stories

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.