Donna Forte Novels & Stories

I came home after a meeting with the Vitale Family's capos and carried Elena from the front door all the way into the living room. Her legs were wrapped around my waist as she leaned in to kiss me. Just as I was about to kiss her back, I spotted a cream pastry on the table. Elena and I were both allergic to cream. In seven years of marriage, nothing made with cream had ever entered this estate. “Who bought this?” Elena paused for a moment, then tightened her arms around my neck. “Sophia brought it last night and forgot to take it with her.” But in the early hours of yesterday, I’d been at a dock three hundred miles away, watching Sophia sign off on a sealed shipment. That was the mom

From that day on, the entire hospital knew—Dante Blackwood despised Ivy Ashford. Fate has a cruel sense of humor. Because Dante's stomach surgery could only be performed by me, the hospital's top internal medicine specialist. A bodyguard in a dark suit stood in the VIP wing corridor. The moment I pushed open the door, the first person I saw was Vivienne Whitmore. Dante's fiancée. The heiress to Whitmore Corporation. She sat at the bedside, legs crossed, her fresh French manicure glinting under the lights. When she saw me, her expression was priceless.

"The council recognizes Essa Kane as the legitimate heir to the Moretti and Rossi bloodlines." The words echoed through the chamber like a bell tolling victory. I stood at the center of the room, Dante's hand warm in mine, the five Dons rising from their seats to acknowledge my claim. Behind me, Enzo and Elara stood together, their faces bright with relief and pride. Natalia sat in a chair near the wall, her wrists still bound but her eyes no longer filled with hatred. Marco Castellano nodded at me from across the room, his weathered face creased with something that looked almost like peace.

As Harry stepped up to the podium, Donovan sat poised in his seat, his eyes fixed on his opponent with an unreadable gaze. Dressed in a sharp suit, Donovan exuded an air of confidence and authority, his presence commanding attention even in the midst of a crowded auditorium. Boma's friend Hilda leaned over, her voice barely above a whisper. "Look at Donovan," she murmured, her eyes tracing the lines of his profile. "He's positively captivating, isn't he? So handsome and intimidating all at once." Boma felt her cheeks flush with warmth as she stole a glance at Donovan, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. She couldn't deny that her husband possessed a magnetic allure, his strong pre

I was burning with anger at that moment and a little talk from her could spark a huge reaction from me. ‘’Humans!’’ she laughed. ‘’when they see an opportunity to become great, they throw themselves at it. I thought you said that this position isn’t what you want but at the end of it all,’’ she pointed towards me. ‘’you are still here struggling for a spot to become known,’’ she tutted. ‘’you were even greedy enough to end Danielle’s life.’’ ‘’future Luna!’’ miss donna shouted and got slapped across the face. ‘’stay out of this you peasant!’’ she warned and beckoned to her servants who stood behind her to grab miss donna but I quickly came in between and pulled Miss Donna back.

I reached for them and pulled them up enough to tongue her nipples. "And it's not like she isn't hot. She's got a great body. What do you expect. No kids, no job, personal trainer at the gym. She's, like, 24, isn't she? " She asked, but it was a pretty inopportune moment. My mouth full of her ample tits, I just grunted my assent. Donna did have a great body. Not as pretty as Krista. No. But cute, in a bouncy, cheer-squad kind of way. With a rack that could come close to matching Krista's, and a really sexy bubble ass.

Don held my hand as he led me onto the stage, step by step, before turning to the crowd and saying, "From today onward, Sirena Cabrera is not only my Donna." His voice was loud and powerful as it echoed across the entire hall. "She possesses equal power to me, and her orders will be my orders." A murmur rippled through the audience, but it very quickly turned into a unified round of applause. Some of the people were shocked, and some were envious, but nobody dared to object. That was because everybody knew that the woman now standing next to him was a vengeful goddess who clawed and crawled her way up from a pool of blood.

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!"

In fact, she is sometimes catching Keith's fingers and giving them a few small massages. While Candice is starting to suffer from their public display of affection, Rhianne is actually recalling how did Donna become friends with Rhianne Cartel in the story. She can vaguely remember that Donna is one of Rhianne Cartel's friends in high society although she is considered as nouveau riche. Donna's father is the assistant director in one of the huge companies in their city. Since her father had earned a lot of money and has now connections due to his work, he can sometimes bring Donna with him to the huge formal parties that only those rich people can attend.

“I am the Donna of the Gareno cartel, and I am the woman who wishes to do business with Zaverio Riccardo.” Holy flipping fuck