Novel & Cerita Donna Forte

“I’ve seen her.” Damon nodded, playing along, though his gut was screaming at him now. “Alright, spill it.” Rose crossed her arms over her chest, her black catsuit hugging every curve, and fixed him with a steady look. “I’m the new Donna of the Manzoni Clan, Damon.” The words hit him like a brick to the face. He froze, his glass halfway to his lips, his eyes popping wide. For a second, he just stared at her, like she’d sprouted horns or turned into a ghost right there in front of him.

“Alright, hurry up.” Donna gave her Barbie doll to Tony. “Take care of Elisa for me, Tony. I’ll be right back.” After using the bathroom, Donna fixed her hair and got ready to leave. But she accidentally bumped into someone in the corner and fell down. “Oh no.” Alpha Kilian heard the noise and saw the pretty little girl on the ground. He walked towards her.

“Haven’t I explained to you? When she called to tear me down, I let slip and blurted the truth.” Dominick grabbed Gia’s throat in front of the guests, his eyes bloodshot. Before Dominick had a chance to say anything, one guest took the liberty of speaking out. “She tore you down? Do you think we’re deaf? You wouldn’t stop flaunting in her face while Donna Costa kept her silence. That’s quite gracious of her.” “Right? We’ve all met Donna Costa. She’s known for her grace and culture among the elites.” “So what if she tore you a new one? If I were in her shoes, I wouldn’t just stop with the criticism, I’d beat you to a pulp as well.”

I felt gutted for Aero, but I pressed on. “Can I ask how many years have you been married to Mr. Peters, Ma’am?” She finally settled when Aurora finished the preparations of the refreshments. “Oh, please just call me Donna,” she suggested. Aurora, who stood beside her next to the counter, spoke something out of my earshot. Then I saw the poor woman blush and widen her eyes even more. “Oh my goodness, Luna—Your Highness.” She frantically bowed. Aurora encouraged her to move forward with the trays of refreshments. Donna did so, but even more flustered now.

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.

Huwag mo lang pagsalitain. Habang si Donna ang dahilang bitter ng tropa. She's like me, working her ass off in a nine to five job and NBSB. She can throw below-the-belt jokes and at the same time come up with the most sound advice for everyone. Kaya siguro madami ang nai-intimidate dito at natatakot manligaw. Maganda naman ito. Morena't balingkinitan ang katawan, sadyang mataray lang siguro ang dating nito sa mga lalake kaya di ligawin.

I was hurled onto the floor, struggling desperately as I tried to crawl back. Donna approached and assumed a crouching position to observe me. She was dressed in a Chanel outfit with her hair meticulously styled and a brand-new manicure. She appeared to be a socialite who had just finished playing bridge at the country club, but her eyes were devoid of warmth. She spoke in a very light tone, as if she were discussing a trivial matter. "You little tramp! You really thought you could wreck my son's Famiglia, huh? Did you think you could just walk out on the DeLuca Famiglia, Lina?"

Sonnia was totally defenseless against such a face that looked like the male lead of a romantic book, so she got butterflies in her stomach, feeling a burning sensation in her slapped butt, she tried to avoid meeting Dona's gaze. Dona was Sonnia's worst enemy in Michel Corporation, for she took liberties with Sonnia whenever they met. The two parties were locked in confrontation on their way up to the top floor. Dona and Lily were cut from the same cloth, but the difference here was that Lily was simply playing pretend, when it was time to actually step up to the plate, she was useless. After all, her fiancee kept his eyes on her. On the other hand, Dona was the real deal. Regardless of male

The moment the De Luca security notification appeared on my tablet, I stopped waiting for Matteo. Vanessa Ashford had entered the Donna wing with a clearance level that should have belonged only to me, and Matteo had stood beside her without the De Luca signet he always wore before the family. That was not an accident. That was a choice. I closed the archive window and looked back at the mourning locket under my lamp. Pregnancy had made my hands unsteady lately, but pride kept me from breaking anything in my studio, including myself.

At the family’s most prestigious gala, my husband—the Don, Alexander—arrived with his secretary, Elena, on his arm. Pinned to her chest was the ruby brooch that symbolized the position of the donna, the mistress of the family. Before I could even speak, Alexander glanced at me with casual indifference. "Ivy, don't be so petty." He wiped the corner of his mouth elegantly with a napkin, his tone suggesting this was entirely reasonable. "Elena took a bullet for me. She liked the brooch, so I let her borrow it for a while. Regardless, you are the only donna here. Try to show some class."