Novel & Cerita Donna Farmer

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.

If others truly believe that she has large breasts and no brain, they are completely mistaken! How could someone who could sit as Dunder's deputy CEO have big breasts and no brain? It was just a disguise for Dona. "No, I'd rather be here." Leona thought about it, but still refused, in case Archie came later and couldn't find her... "That's okay, then I'll come and look for you! My boss's clients today are a bunch of old people, so boring!" Dona said breathlessly, "I already said I can't come to such an event, but he has to take me!"

“Hi, I’m Harriet Stenet, your donor liaison.” Amaija Klein. This is Brin and Zara.” She nods, focusing on me. “So, Ms. Klein, I’d like to jump right in if that’s okay?” “I’m ready to jump,” I say. “Great. Do you have a preference for the donor’s race?” “Race doesn’t matter.” “Age?” “Age doesn’t matter either.” “Education?” “I’m pretty smart, so the kid’s got a good shot with half my DNA,” I say, not wanting to rule out anyone over a fancy degree.

The day his first love came back, I became a thief of the Moretti family. One word of grievance from her, and I was brought before the Family Council. Her single tear cost me twenty lashes. Lucien took away my ring, my power, and gave everything that was mine to another woman. Later, I finally stopped explaining. Because I knew a man who would never trust me was not worth waiting for. It wasn't until he saw my "body" being carried out that he finally went mad.

When I walked outside, I saw a middle-aged lady trying to flirt with Don Luciano, and I was surprised to see she wasn't shivering in fear like the others. "You didn't pick anything?" Don Luciano ignored the woman and asked me. "None of it interested me. Perhaps I will come back later." I told him and made to walk out when; "Why later? There is still time now." The woman spoke up and I tried not to frown at her. I mean did she want to give this oldie more opportunity to take advantage of me? "Nope. I just got my period and need to get changed." I lied and she scowled.

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

The flicker of a smile she was trying to hide. “What are you doing here?” she asked, voice pitched high. I stood slowly, my knees aching, and handed her the envelope. “Adrian texted. Said something important was left at the house.” Someone whispered, “Who is she?” Then louder, “Mrs. Kane?” And laughter. “Our charming Don Kane has a secret Donna?” “No—” Adrian stepped off the stage. “No,” he said again, firmer this time. “She’s the housemaid. What are you doing here?”

All over one photo with my own brother after years apart. I stared at her, cold. "You're mistaken. I'm Lucas's sister. Not some side piece. Do your homework next time." Betty looked me up and down like I was dirt. "Sister? Don't make me laugh. Lucas's sister is a Donna. She's powerful, connected, and untouchable. You think you can compare? Trash like you survives on its back." I decided to take that as a compliment on my looks. Otherwise, I'd have already ended her.

"According to Mafias custom mafia don change the Donna name" Ashly eyes become wide . Her name are also going to take away from her. Her freedom, her family now her name. Alexander turn around and see towards crowd. "Today I make a bound with most beautiful person I ever see in my life she is your Donna, she is my wife so respect her, if anyone dare to respect her I burn them alive, it doesn't matter if you are government or any other Mafias, it doesn't matter if you are his parents or siblings". Alexander gare to Ashly parents and wink towards her siblings who giving him death gare.

The affection in his eyes was so clear that, for a moment, I almost believed that I was his entire world. I lowered my head, trying to hide the bitterness rising in my chest. ‘Elijah, this is the last chance I’m giving you. I hope you don’t disappoint me.’ Just as my resolve softened, I received a message from Naomi Cook that very night. Along with it was a photo of her celebrating her birthday with Elijah and Kai. In the picture, Naomi held up two gift boxes with the Cartier logo, smiling brightly. Her message was smug and provocative. [You’re still not leaving? Your husband and son both like me more. How do you still have the nerve to hold on to the donna position?]