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.

"It's okay, you weren't yourself. How would you have known? It's okay. Besides, you can see her now, she's in the kitchen." "Yeah. I guess so." They walked to the kitchen, Donna was still cooking. The counter was full, plates, pans, a tray of shredded chicken breast, cooked and fried. Donna was a home caretaker. She made sure everything was in place. Her view of the way a typical kitchen should be was different from every other perperson'sShe was everything, a cook, nanny and she was also good at cleaning and doing laundry. "Donna!" She left Dylan and gave her a hug from behind.

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.

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."

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.

"You may now kiss your bride." Alexander gave Ashly a bright smile as he stepped forward, wrapped an arm around Ashly neck and kissed her. Not knowing what to do, Ashly stood there, letting Alexander deepen the kiss. When Alexander finally ended the kiss and stepped back, Ashly was sure her face was bright red. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present to you, for the first time ,Mafia Don and his Donna ," announced Cat. "According to Mafias custom mafia don change the Donna name"