Donna Forte Novels & Stories

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

Unlike everyone here, she sees me as a person worthy of respect. She removed her robe and wrapped it around my wet clothes and body before helping me to get up. “How come you didn’t just die,” the butler took out a deep breath, rolling her eyes at me. Just like what I’ve always done, I ignored her. With Donna on my side, we both stepped to leave when the butler purposely pushed me. Before I lost my balance, Donna stepped up in front of me. “You see. Luna Clara isn’t as weak as everyone here thinks. She’s stronger than you think!”

Today, though, I intended to unwind completely. Afterward, I went straight to the Demarcos’ headquarters. I wanted to see for myself what kind of woman had managed to captivate Leonardo. As the Donna, though I rarely visited the family, everyone inside recognized me. Amid greetings from the family members, I walked in calmly. Near the Don’s office, I saw Sienna picking up the phone with slightly trembling hands. She whispered into it, “Don Demarco, your wife is here.” She looked remarkably young, almost like a high school student, with two large, dark eyes set in a face as small as a palm.

Registered something in my face and set the clipboard down. "Close the door," she said. I closed it. Donna was fifty eight with grey hair she kept short and eyes that had always reminded me of Rosa's in their specific quality of seeing things and deciding privately what to do with what they saw. She had been professionally warm to me since I arrived not false, genuine enough, but contained. Maintained a respectful distance that I had understood was partly her nature and partly the particular caution of someone who had watched previous structures in this household and understood that proximity to the wrong person at the wrong time was a liability.

And every time he attended a gathering of the Families, he saw the other Dons with their various canaries, and in a moment of weakness, he had gotten entangled with that little tramp. But he had never thought of abandoning me. In his heart, I was his only queen, his only Donna. He never imagined that a simple craving for a forbidden thrill would destroy seven years of marriage and cost him the most precious woman in his life. "Don, we've found a lead," Antonio, the head of tech, walked in to report. "The Donna's professional credentials were transferred to an international medical research institute." "What institute?" "A top-tier global medical research lab. They have numerous classified pr

Seeing that the young couple were preparing to leave, the woman made her move. Striding up to the table she said, “My name is Donna Douglas. May I join you for a few minutes?” The two were stunned. Standing beside their table was a magnificent blue-eyed blonde about five feet seven inches tall. Her figure was utterly perfect. Beyond that, though, both recognized the name: Donna Douglas was the hottest thing in films — in more than one sense of the word — and had been for several years. Before either Kim or Brad could say anything, a waiter brought up another chair and set it opposite Kim. Donna ordered coffee, and the waiter quickly departed.

However, she still smiled and nodded, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You too. Get some rest.” Then she turned and left. Once her figure had disappeared from the doorway, Paul immediately called his aide. “Why is Emily’s number invalid? Has our intelligence system failed, or did the donna disappear and I’m the last to know?” His voice was cold as ice, sending a chill down the aide’s spine. “Don Garcia, actually, on the day you entered surgery, we already received news that Donna Emily had left the country. But during this time, you were…”

After all, they were all eager to witness the 45-year-old Don marrying the 25-year-old woman who had almost married his son. I wore an ivory-white wedding gown with a 33-foot-long train. Vittore was waiting for me at the altar in a bespoke black suit, his blond hair perfectly slicked back. I could feel his gaze fixed intently on me as I was walking down the aisle toward him while holding Dad's arm. Dad's hand trembled as he placed mine in his, whispering, "Please treat her well, Don Corleone." Vittore remained silent. He simply clasped my hand, holding it firmly.

Amelia tested the waters, her fingers touching Vincenzo's arm. Vincenzo didn't respond, his face still grim. Seeing this, Amelia bit her lip, then dialed the estate's butler and put the call on speaker. "Hello? Is the Donna back at the house?" On the other end, the voice of the butler, a man Amelia had bought long ago, answered: "The Donna returned a short while ago. She said she was tired and is now sleeping in the master bedroom upstairs. Should I wake her?" Hearing this, the tension in Vincenzo's shoulders instantly eased.

"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.