Donna Beneviento Novels & Stories

They all started trying to mediate. "Donna, the Don's just been injured. Maybe his mind's unsettled." "Yeah, just let Camilla try for now. In seven days." Seven days? They thought I would hand over my position and wait quietly for Camilla to take my credit and rise to power? I gave a sharp, humorless laugh. "Why bother going in circles? I'm filing for a divorce right now."

Several nearby guests shifted awkwardly. Vanessa’s face tightened. “Excuse me?” Selena turned toward her politely. “This event supports women rebuilding their lives after emotional abuse, doesn’t it?” Silence. Sharp silence. One of the donors nearby suddenly looked very interested in her champagne glass. Mrs. Hale’s expression darkened instantly. “What exactly are you implying?” Selena tilted her head slightly. “Nothing. I just admire how committed you are to public kindness.” A quiet cough sounded nearby. Someone else looked away to hide a smile.

5 Months Later “Let’s welcome the new chairwoman of the Castillo group. Mrs Milana Donatello Castillo!!” Milana walked in and everyone clapped, she was dressed smart in a white suit and trousers and she packed her hair in a ponytail and with black stilettos on. As she walked into the hall, she remembered her journey in life so far.

My chair. "Gentlemen," I began, my voice ringing out clear and steady, shocking even myself. "I'm Emilia Moretti. Your new Donna. I know this arrangement is entirely unprecedented, but the Commission has finalized the decision. I am holding the book now, and I expect your absolute loyalty." Silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, until Captain Ricci leaned forward, crossing his thick forearms on the table. "Donna Moretti. With all due respect... what qualifications do you have to lead a family of this size?"

“I am the Donna of the Gareno cartel, and I am the woman who wishes to do business with Zaverio Riccardo.” Holy flipping fuck

she greeted and smiled carefully at the beautiful lady. She smiled at her. "So, you're Tallulah Lopez, right? Since, you're here it means, you accepted our offers to be my son's personal caregiver," she began. "Alright, hija, sit down." Her calm voice in her ear was so good that it slightly reduced the nervousness she felt. She sat on the opposite side. "By the way, I'm Donna Ramirez and you can call me Madam." She smiled. "So, while we're waiting for my son to arrive, we can now discuss your responsibility and your salary."

Jake Carson God! This woman is going to be the death of me. Never in my life have I expressed my anger by dominating a woman but Danika is making me. How have I let a woman get under my skin so much? I am not going to lie, I have worked for a lot of beautiful women as a bodyguard, they used to hit on me, constantly. But I never gave into such urges, I would always be professional. But Danika. Fuck! What am I doing?

I don't think I'm gonna change my mind. "By the way, we forgot to introduce ourselves. I'm Elena Bartolome, running for presidency and she's Olivia Flores, the vice." I looked at both of them. They have this image of being a leader. Also, when you look at them, you know they'll stand out. They are so perfect for the role, unlike me.

I came home after a meeting with the Vitale Family's capos and carried Elena from the front door all the way into the living room. Her legs were wrapped around my waist as she leaned in to kiss me. Just as I was about to kiss her back, I spotted a cream pastry on the table. Elena and I were both allergic to cream. In seven years of marriage, nothing made with cream had ever entered this estate. “Who bought this?” Elena paused for a moment, then tightened her arms around my neck. “Sophia brought it last night and forgot to take it with her.” But in the early hours of yesterday, I’d been at a dock three hundred miles away, watching Sophia sign off on a sealed shipment. That was the mom

“We are here to vote on the matter of Don Lena Moretti.” He pauses. Lets it hang. “As you all know, her father, Don Virelli, named her successor before his death. This is... unconventional. The commission has received petitions to review whether a woman can hold the title of Don and retain control of Virelli territory.” The Murmurs then begin. “She’s not even here,” Romano says. “Where is she?” I lean back in my chair crossing my arms. “She isn’t feeling well,” I say. “Migraines.”