Donna Loli

My husband, Don Lorenzo, ran New York's underworld. And he's the one who put me in prison. All because his childhood flame, Cassandra Viti—the Viti family princess—killed my father. I was the first one on the scene. The Feds caught me standing over the body. He faked the evidence. Made sure I took the fall. I spent three years in hell. His apology? A single sentence and an unlimited black card. "I owe Cassandra three wishes. Once you're out, once I've paid my debt to her, you'll be my Donna again."

"Take off your clothes. Spread your legs." "...What? Why?" The voice cut through the silence, and my heart seized. I instinctively covered my stomach. It was the first anniversary of my marriage to Alessandro, the Don of the Santoro family. I was pregnant and had wanted to surprise him. But his secretary, Liliana, had blindfolded me and brought me to this unfamiliar place. "Donna, stop playing the victim. Seducing men is your specialty, isn't it?" "Tonight, in this underground auction house, you are the final item on the block." A chill shot down my spine, and my voice trembled. "Are you insane? I'm the Donna of the Santoro family! I'm carrying his heir! Alessandro will kill you..." Liliana scoffed and ripped off my blindfold. Blinding lights bore down on me. I squinted, and gradually, a man sitting in the VIP section came into view... It was Alessandro! I stared in disbelief as he slowly extinguished the cigar in his hand. "Pregnant? Whose bastard are you carrying?" "It's yours!" I cried out. "Liar!" He raised his hand, and a report was tossed at my feet. The bold letters "PROBABILITY OF PATERNITY: 0%" burned my eyes. He came closer and gripped my chin. "Liliana was right. Women like you are rotten to the core." "My love was never enough to satisfy your greed." "And I, Alessandro, will never raise another man's bastard." Later, he finally learned the child was his. For the first time, the man who was always so composed, arrogant, and in control knelt before me, his voice trembling. "Celeste, I'm begging you... even if you can't forgive me, please, let me make it up to you." But I felt nothing for him anymore.

Si Yuan, isang simpleng lalaking nangakong habambuhay mamahalin si Donna Angeles. Isang simpleng babaeng namuhay mag-isa. Nangako siya na habambuhay itong mamahalin subalit nagkaroon siya ng misyon. Kailangan niyang hanapin ang may-ari ng microchip kaya umalis siya at tumungo sa England. Sa pagdating niya doon sa England ay Microchip ang kaniyang nakita. Isang pag-ibig sa piling ni Mitch Madrigal, Anak ng kaniyang kaaway. Sa piling ni Mitch, pansamantala niyang nakalimutan ang lahat ng pangako niya sa Pilipinas, Nakalimutan niya si Donna. Pagkalipas ng Tatlong-taon ay masaya silang namuhay ni Mitch bilang mag-asawa pero hindi lahat ng pangako ay hindi natutupad. Isang araw nakarating sa kaniya ang balitang ginahasa si Donna at ngayon nga ay nagdadalang-tao ito. Nang gabing iyon ay tumawag ito sa kaniya at sa kasamaang palad ay si Mitch Madrigal ang nakasagot ng tawag na para sana sa kaniya. Hindi akalain ni Mitch na may kasintahan si Yuan sa Pilipinas at ang masakit ay nagdadalang-tao ito at hindi niya maatim na mamuhay nang payapa sa piling ni Yuan habang may batang lumaki ng walang ama. Sa boung buhay niya, palagi siyang nakatago at kinukutya ng kambal niya at hindi niya hahayaang may ibang batang makaranas nito kaya kahit na parang hinahati ang puso niya sa sobrang sakit ay pinili niyang palayain si Yuan. Pinili niyang sirain ni Yuan ang pangako nito sa kaniya kesa sa inosenteng bata.

In the fifth year of our long-distance relationship, I secretly quit my job without telling my boyfriend, Ian Gambino, and travelled more than a thousand kilometers to South Bordington. I wanted to give him a surprise: to get registered and married to him. He worked as a bodyguard for the biggest mafia Don in South Bordington. His job kept him extremely busy, and we were often out of contact. The last time we spoke, he said he had to accompany his boss to an underground auction for security. The job would last three months. Relying solely on the address that I remembered, I managed to find the place. When the guards at the entrance heard that I was looking for Ian Gambino, their expressions turned a little strange. "Don Ian is still busy. Please wait a moment," one of them said. I froze. Don Ian? Before I could process what he meant, I heard him whispering to the person next to him, "So, she's the one that the Don keeps outside? How did she end up here? If Donna Jeanine finds out about this, she's going to cause a huge scene." I was just about to explain to them that they had the wrong person when a woman in a custom-made evening gown walked in. The staff immediately fell silent and addressed her respectfully, "Donna Jeanine." She was on the phone, her voice coquettishly sweet. "Honey, I'm here. You promised you'd come with me and the baby for the medical checkup this time!" From the other end of the call came a deep male voice, filled with affection. "Darling, it'll be over soon. Go take a rest in the VIP lounge. Don't tire yourself out." I had listened to that voice for five years. It belonged to Ian Gambino.

My boyfriend, Jules Gray, was the most ruthless young Don of his family, while I was the best mercenary who had once struck fear into the hearts of the underworld. He said he liked gentle women, so I laid down my weapons for love. We were at war. To settle it, he broke my hand and sent me to the Grays' rival family as a 'sacrifice'. "Skylar Shaw, it's your honor to die for the Gray family." Three years later, I returned as the Donna, took over his territory, and blew up his arms ships. When he knelt before me, begging for mercy out of our past ties, I grabbed his neck with my mechanical right hand and fired the gun without hesitation. "Survival rule number one—the loser dies!"

The day the Thorne family announced our engagement, the New York underworld let out a collective sigh of relief. Because I was set to marry Daemon, the most straitlaced Don in the city, which meant I could no longer be the wild rose who tore up the racetrack. But I resisted with every fiber of my being, finding creative ways to test his limits. During his ten-million-dollar card game with a rival family's Capo, my hand "slipped" and sent a bottle of 1945 Romanee-Conti spilling across the ancient map that outlined their territories, sabotaging the entire negotiation. Daemon, however, just slowly and deliberately wiped the wine from the back of his hand. He didn't even frown as he cleaned up my mess. Then I "accidentally" let my spirited Arabian stallion loose in his immaculately manicured courtyard. The beast went wild, trampling his prize-winning rose garden into mud. But he arrived with his private doctor in tow, crouching before me as his long fingers gently traced the scratch on my arm. "Did the beast hurt you?" Just that one question, and my heart melted completely. "Daemon, I can marry you. But before that, has there ever been another woman who owned your heart?" "I don't share my man. Not in any way." He pointed to his heart, his gaze unwavering as he met my eyes. "Before you, this was empty." After we married, the word on the street in New York's circles of power was this: If you angered Don Thorne, his Donna might plead your case. But if you angered the Donna, you were on your own. Even I began to believe that Daemon, that mountain of ice, would eventually melt for me. Until the day I went to find him, clutching a positive pregnancy test, bursting with joy. Only to hear the family's Consigliere ask him, from the top-floor study, what the best lie he'd ever told was. Daemon chuckled and said casually, "She asked me if anyone had my heart before her." "I told her no."

Dr. Elena Russo’s life shatters when her father is assassinated and she discovers he was a mafia Don. As the last Russo heir, she must claim her father’s throne or watch three hundred people die. But the Five Families won’t accept an inexperienced woman, and they’re already attacking. Damien Cross, a ruthless rival underboss, offers a deal: marry him in a contract alliance and merge their territories, or lose everything. With enemies closing in and forty-eight hours to decide, Elena signs her life away to a dangerous stranger. Their marriage is warfare. Every negotiation tests loyalty, every touch sparks unwanted desire. As Elena transforms from doctor to Donna, learning to kill alongside Damien, the hatred between them ignites into something far more dangerous. In the mafia, love is the deadliest weapon, and trust might get them both killed. Tags: Mafia, CEO, Dominant, Contract Marriage, Betrayal, Hate to Love

Llevaba tres años casada con Alexander. Todo el mundo le temía por su crueldad, pero conmigo siempre había sido muy tierno. Sin embargo, todo cambió hace seis meses, cuando Elena recibió un balazo por él durante una balacera. Alexander siempre decía que ella fue herida por salvarle la vida, así que yo tenía que ser comprensiva. En la gala más prestigiosa de la familia, mi esposo, el Don, Alexander, llegó del brazo de su asistente, Elena. Llevaba prendido al pecho el broche de rubí que simbolizaba la posición de la Donna de la familia. —Elena recibió un balazo por mí. Le gustó el broche, así que se lo presté por un tiempo. De todas formas, tú eres la única Donna aquí. Trata de tener algo de clase. No discutí con él. Me quité el anillo de bodas y saqué los papeles de divorcio. —Si tanto le gusta, que se lo quede. Incluyendo este lugar junto a ti. También renuncio a eso. Alexander firmó sin dudarlo, con una sonrisa arrogante. —¿Qué clase de jueguito manipulador estás inventando ahora? No eres más que una huérfana. Sin la protección de nuestra familia, no vas a durar ni tres días en Sicilia. Te doy una semana para que te arrepientas de esta estupidez. Luego no vengas llorando de rodillas. Saqué un celular satelital encriptado que no había usado en tres años. Alexander no sabía que, en realidad, yo era la hija menor de la familia mafiosa más antigua de Europa. Pero mi familia y la de Alexander siempre habían sido enemigas. Para casarme con él, me cambié el nombre e incluso corté toda relación con mi papá y mis hermanos. La llamada entró. Respiré hondo y susurré: —Papá, me arrepiento de lo que hice. Manda a alguien por mí en dos semanas.

On the fifth year after marrying Giovanni Santoro, the Don of the Santoro family, he decides to make a public appearance with his mistress, Valentina Conti. He no longer denies the truth behind the romantic scandals. Videos of them that have been taken in secret, as well as salacious gossip featuring the two, are spread like wildfire in New Albion. It's an act of declaring ownership over Giovanni that he himself has silently permitted. There are even busybodies who don't know their place and decide to prod me for answers with smiles on their faces. "Does this mean someone else is going to replace you as the Donna of the family?" That night, the underworld of New Albion secretly goes through a thorough purge. I file for a divorce with Giovanni immediately before marrying his biggest enemy, Franco Messina. After that, the Santoro family goes into bankruptcy. Their power and authority easily crumble into dust. Giovanni kneels before me. With tears running down his face, he begs me for forgiveness. I just smile while waving the divorce agreement in my hand. "Sorry, but we're already divorced."

Three years ago, my husband’s brother took a bullet for him. So Gwen brought his brother's widow, Eliza, into our home. I was the Donna in name only. I had to step aside for Eliza in everything. Once, Eliza faked slitting her wrists. She said I drove her to it. Gwen grabbed my throat. Murder flashed in his eyes. "Get out. The Falcone family has no place for a venomous bitch like you." He gave her the family's art foundation to "make it up to her." It was supposed to be mine. This time, I said nothing. He was signing a stack of business contracts. I just slipped the divorce papers in with them. A few days later, he noticed I wasn't home. He searched all over Chicago. He couldn't find me. That's when he saw the divorce decree. He finally understood. I was gone. For good. That day, the untouchable king of the Chicago Outfit… shattered.