Donna Forte Novels & Stories

"Crazy bitch, still trying to fight back? You better lick my shoes clean right now. Otherwise, you're not leaving this room today." "You're the crazy one! I'm the Donna of the Rossi family. My husband Vincenzo is Don Rossi, and you're making me lick your shoes?" I thought they'd stop their nonsense once they heard my identity. Instead, they exchanged glances and burst into even wilder laughter. "You really won't give up, will you? You didn't even finish school, you show up at a bar dressed like a hooker, and you dare claim to be the Rossi family's Donna? Aren't you afraid the Don will come after you?"

" I said nothing and glanced at the blueberry cake on the table. They had eaten half and left half for me. Apparently, they'd both forgotten I was allergic to blueberries. Julianne was the one who loved blueberry cake. Julianne couldn't find another spoon and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, Maddie. There are only two forks, and we've already used both of them." "This is your fault. We should've just shared one fork." Adrian let her swat his arm and replied evenly, "Who dropped hers before taking a single bite? Didn't I let you use mine?"

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

"You'd better hold it right there! What makes you think someone like you—a hothouse flower—deserves to be the Donna? "You were a mere nobody while I fought alongside Damiano to build this empire! You ought to know that I won't allow you to be the Donna if I can't have that position, Elena!" I stopped walking and met her eyes calmly. "If you want to be the Donna that much, I'm willing to hand over the title to you, Sofia. If you are capable of bearing it, that is."

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?”

We need to think carefully about how we're going to leave a good impression on the Donna. "I hear the Don is madly devoted to his wife, and that she's his only weakness." They weren't wrong. The only person who could make the mighty Don yield… was me. But I just gave a light chuckle and didn't explain further. Seeing Lina turn to leave, I quickly grabbed her wrist. "Give me the medal back. Otherwise, don't blame me for what happens next." Lina jerked away, looking a little guilty. "What do you want exactly? You've stolen the ruby ring, and now you're eyeing my medal too?"

They couldn't help leaning toward each other and whispering among themselves, their voices full of envy. "Don Costa treats his wife so well. He's freaking out over a tiny cut." Another nurse chimed in, "I know, right? The Donna is so lucky." Vera's cheeks flushed a deep red when she heard them. She ducked her head and didn't say a single word. Matteo, however, frowned and turned toward the nurses, cutting them off in a cool voice. "Don't say things like that. Vera and I are just friends. She's not my Donna."

"I came back because I trusted you. Because I knew you would protect me." "That is not an answer." The guests were watching now, hungry and horrified. Damian had spent his life making powerful people nervous. He had never been the man standing at an altar while the city wondered whether his bride was carrying another man's heir. Matteo leaned in and spoke low. "Boss, we need to move this somewhere private." "No,She wanted an audience. Let her have one." Serena's mask cracked. For one second, the soft, wounded girl everyone adored disappeared, and something sharper looked out through her eyes. "Don't humiliate me in front of them."

Could I really trust him if he could hold that much power over me and use it so easily? I didn’t have too much longer to think about it as the gratingly high pitched voice of Donna floated into the room, and she and her vapid fangirls walked in. She was ranting about the rumour and was declaring loudly that she would find the girl, although she didn’t use that term, and would make sure she disappeared for good. Donna was your typical bleached blond hair and fake tanned stereotyped mean girl that you saw in all the teen movies. Her father was the business manager for the pack and that afforded them a higher ranking among the pack, but everyone knew that wasn’t enough for the spiteful, self pr

"She's angry with me." Donna's expression softened. "Elder Morgan's anger will pass. The bond between you is stronger than you know." She leaned forward slightly. "I've known her longer than most. She admires your strength, even when it troubles her." Relief washed through me at her words. I wanted—needed—to believe her. "Besides," Donna added with unexpected candor, "I'm getting older. I need to secure my position in this household. Serving a strong woman like you promises a better future than remaining in James's shadow."