Donna Farmer Novels & Stories

“That’s rich, considering your son has never been a husband. But if we’re talking about knowledge of this company, let’s get something straight.” Straightening my posture, I let my gaze sweep across the table. “Eric, how’s the farm? I hear you just expanded the northern fields. Melinda, congratulations on your first grandchild. James, Carlos—I’ve seen the profits from your bar skyrocket this quarter. Excellent partnership, by the way. And Arnold, I’m truly sorry about your mother’s passing. I hope you’ve found peace.” The room went silent as I finished, my heart pounding in my chest as I silently prayed I didn't mix them up. Weeks of preparation with William had paid off, and I could see the

Ilang rounds na pero laging draw, kaya nagdecide ang namamahala sa koponan na pagsamahin nalang ang dalawa sa iisang team. May boyfriend si Donna, pero parang wala kung umasta ito. Wala kasing tumatawag , at sumusundo sa kanya. Si Donna ay isa ring Doctor - Obstetrician at Gynecologist, pero sa ibang paaralan ito nagtapos.

"The leg wound on Dominic—that was you?" "Yes." "Where exactly?" "Inner thigh. Three centimeters from the femoral artery." He raised an eyebrow. "Nice aim. Three centimeters closer and he'd have been done for." "I'm a doctor. I know exactly what I'm doing." He stared at me for two seconds, then suddenly laughed. Not a happy laugh. It was the kind of laugh where the corners of his mouth curved up but his eyes were full of ice—bitter, helpless, furious all at once.

Donna laughed at this and said, “I am older than you, Myra.” and Myra glanced at her to see her face had become serious for the first time. Myra squinted at her. Now that the woman was not smiling too brightly and had swallowed the gum, she realized she was anything but nineteen. “Who are you really?” Donna took out her phone and said, “Private investigator. I left the CIA after an incident, and now I run a gossip blog, an exposé on celebrities.”

Emily Warner I swallow hard as I look at the Lachlan enterprise building approaching. I felt Danika rub my back before I got out after saying bye to her. I ignored all my thoughts as walked straight in the building to the cafeteria. I need food to calm my nerves. I avoided greeting people and acted like I was in a hurry. I was in no mood to have small talk about my ‘vacation’. Everyone in the office was just as shocked as me when Hank announced his marriage news. The number of people that came up to me and asked me ‘I thought you were

"I've always treated you like a younger sister, yet you betrayed me for such small gains." Lucy sneered and retorted, "Who wants to be your sister? All I've ever wanted is to become Donna! I did everything to become your woman. I finally drove Elle away, but you're so useless that you even lost your position as Don! I had no choice but to do this to become Donna. Blame yourself for being useless!" Asher's eyes widened in fury. "Elle's departure was all your doing! You b*tch! You deserve to die!"

"I've already had the clerk wait in the conference room. Once the marriage certificate is signed, Chiara will be your madre. From now on, choose your words wisely." Matteo took a step forward in disbelief, his voice raising an octave. "What did you just say?" "From now on, she's the Donna." Raffaele said nothing more. He turned and carried me into the car. Before getting in, I cast a glance at Matteo, who remained standing at the bottom of the steps, completely bewildered. At that moment, it felt like all the grievances of my previous life and this one were finally being resolved. I had never dared approach Raffaele in my previous life. It wasn't until he died in an assassination that I real

He rushed forward, about to announce Lia's disappearance. The doors suddenly swung open. The hall fell silent. "Lia…" my father's face went pale. "What nonsense is this?" Riccardo froze, staring at her. "Lia…" Lia scanned the room, ignoring the sudden intensity in Riccardo's eyes. She spoke loudly, clearly, and deliberately. "Sorry to interrupt your little comedy. I announce that today's Donna ceremony is void." The crowd froze. Lina screamed first. "Bah! Our father is the Don! Who gave you the right to oppose him?"

I walked into the bridal studio with my wedding gown draped over my arms. Four years as Bianca Marchello—fiancée of Enzo Marchello, heir to the most powerful mafia family in the city—and here I was, asking a seamstress to alter my wedding dress to another woman’s measurements. “Are you sure about the size change?” the seamstress asked gently as she pinned the new bust line—smaller, narrower, perfect for Lucia Ricci. “Yes.” My voice didn’t tremble.