Donna Forte Novels & Stories

I could almost taste it in the air. Good. Let her be angry. Let her be scared. Fire and fear forged the strongest steel. And she would need to be steel if she was going to survive being my wife, the Donna of all Donnas.

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.

I couldn't hear the words, but I watched his posture shift—shoulders squaring, chin lifting, the Don reassembling himself in real time. A tech tapped my elbow. "Miss Kane. There's a call for you on the secure line." "Who?" "She wouldn't give a name. She said you'd know her voice." Lila. I glanced at Dante. He was deep in conversation with Marco Castellano, one hand gesturing sharply at the map, his body angled away from me. This was my call to take. I moved to a quiet corner of the room, my back to the reinforced windows, and picked up the handset. "If you're calling to gloat, I'm hanging up."

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

NATHALIE DAVIES’ POV - Every pair of eyes in front of me was full of concern for Brianna. “I told you all, it’s not just Ma’am Veronica who wants to eat with Brianna, she also wants to eat with her father.” Said Donna, one of the four maids here. She is 28 years old, she is only 2 years older than me, so we talk a bit more formally. “Why don’t you all seem to be sure?” I asked them, which caught their attention.

And I have none, I was just the woman who married their Don in a whirlwind of chaos. Dante turned slightly, addressing the room like a lawyer laying down his case. “Our Donna is either born into a respected mafia lineage, the daughter of a powerful and wealthy family, or a self-made boss who’s earned her stripes and can hold up the empire if it falls. That’s who wears the Serpent bracelet, the symbol of authority. So tell me, Don, which of these categories does she fall under?” Val didn’t speak. His chest rose and fell slowly, like a lion resisting the urge to maul. His eyes locked on Dante’s and in that instant, the room tensed like a drawn bowstring.

“Good morning, amore mio.” “You were the one thing I wasn’t supposed to want.” La Donna Lena.

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."

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.