Donna Forte Novels & Stories

'He wanted to use me again and pretend to be his girlfriend,' the answer appeared in her head in mere seconds. "Who is the client again?" She bravely asked. "Miss Donna, some weird lady in her thirties," he replied fastly. "Miss Donna Taylors?" "Yeah, Donna Taylors! You knew her? Haha, it's so funny. Her name is Donna Taylors. It sounded almost similar to that name Donatella, the turtle from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie," Aaron spoke casually and laughed as if he was chatting with a friend instead of his secretary.

"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."

It is a mantle I wear willingly, comfortably, because I know that with it comes the greatest reward: a family intact, a home secure, a life worth fighting for every single day. And as I pause in the nursery one final time, looking down at Meredith and Martin, I allow myself a quiet smile, because this is what strength looks like—not in violence, not in fear, not in intimidation, but in endurance, in patience, in the ability to love fiercely while remaining unbreakable, in the quiet but undeniable certainty that I will always protect what is mine, no matter the cost, no matter the chaos, no matter the world outside these walls. Being a Donna is not about being feared. It is about being unstop

She kept me completely fooled. "Believe me. I'll give back everything you lost. There will be more casino openings and more galas, and I'll take you to every one of them. Only you. "We can hold another wedding too." I gave a cold laugh. "Don't you hear how ridiculous that sounds, Adrian?" "You married Julianne and went on a honeymoon with her. Everyone believes she's Madeline Conti. What does that make me?" "I'll explain everything." "Don't bother." I walked past him, then stopped to add: "And don't come near me again."

Hendrix bowed and left, then he went to inform Warner. Donna stood at the door with a cold face before taking out the fruit knife. She stopped abruptly and threw the knife away, putting on a bright smile. She had a wonderful body and a pretty face, so she looked absolutely attractive. Her attractiveness was through the roof the moment she smiled. There was a sort of softness about her, which gave her a pitiful look that attracted men. Then, Donna gently knocked on the door. "Come in," said Wilbur from inside the room.

"Selena, I have two options for you—one, you continue medical school and have a quiet career as a small-time doctor after graduation. Two, I'll adopt you and train you as my heir. Newborough will be yours." George's words pulled me out of my thoughts. I grinned at him and winked. … Many years later, no one knew that the mafia's Donna was an ordinary surgeon. I never visited my mom after George put her into a regular elderly home. As for Ariana, she was asked to either continue her studies or find a job and make an honest living for herself. On a weekend afternoon, I knocked on Nancy's front door again. I smiled as I handed her 500 dollars and a necklace with a golden heart-shaped pendant. "N