Donna Forte の小説・ストーリー

“The Moon Goddess doesn’t always give us what we ask for. Sometimes she gives us what we need.” “What I need is control,” I muttered. “Not another wound disguised as a gift.” Mother’s lips twitched. “You sound like your father.” I gave a rather small smile. “Then maybe I learned well.” She sighed and stepped closer, reaching up to touch my cheek. “You’ve carried your solitude for too long, Dane. It’s made you strong, yes, but it’s also made you afraid. This woman — this Donna — she’s not a curse. Perhaps she’s the one meant to remind you what being alive feels like.”

"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

"At the end of the day, it was that failure Lorenzo who ruined my life. If he wasn't so incompetent, I wouldn't be stuck in this dump." "A guy like him isn't fit to spit on Sebastian's shoes. He’s not worth a single hair on the Don’s head." "As for that bitch Joanna... the only reason she got the Don’s attention is because she used that 'pure and holy' act to crawl into his bed. God knows how filthy she really is behind closed doors." Something inside Lorenzo’s mind snapped. He kicked the decaying wooden door open with a thunderous crash. "Bella! You vicious bitch! How dare you speak about me and our child like that!"

When she hung the pendant around my neck, there was a sadness in her eyes that I couldn’t understand at the time. Even now, I still couldn't forget the way she looked when she said those words. Just as I was lost in thought, Donna Moretti suddenly brought up Mamma. “Do you miss your mother, Miss Bianca? I heard the late Donna Vitale was an extraordinary woman. I also heard that you want to take over the family business someday. Was that inspired by Donna Vitale?” The atmosphere in the living room instantly froze.

He looked down at me in the water with something like fury. "Anya. What the hell did Julie ever do to you? In front of everyone, you throw a drink on her? What is wrong with you?" He walked Julie back toward the cabin and didn't look back. The crew pulled me out. I couldn't stop shaking. The blanket they put around me didn't help at all. Ethan's secretary helped me to my feet, jaw tight with anger. "Donna. Are you all right? The Don had no right." She couldn't finish the sentence. "If it weren't for everything you gave this family, none of us would even..."

I thought I would be calm. But when the truth finally came out, my body trembled all the same, and I couldn't stop it. "Heads of the families, I know you all want Louis dead right now, but before he's judged, there's a personal debt I mean to settle with him." I took a deep breath. "I wonder if any of you remember the former Donna of the Vitale family. My mother, Selena Pavano." "Twenty years ago, my brother was barely a month old when Louis's wife Jessica threw him from an upper floor to his death. And my father, Louis, never bothered to learn the truth. He took Jessica at her word and had my mother beaten to death..."

“Tying the knot. Locking it down. Putting a ring on it.” I stared at him. “To who?” He smirked. “Her name’s Bianca. She’s a florist. She thinks I’m charming and emotionally available.” Santino snorted. “So she’s legally blind.” “Very funny,” Dante said. “She’s smart, sweet, and she makes me want to be slightly less of a disaster.” I leaned back. “You’re serious.” “As a heart attack.” Santino narrowed his eyes. “You’ve known her for what, two months?”

“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.

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.