Novel & Cerita Donna Rider

“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.”

I entered into the back seat with Miss Donna and the car started soon, we were on our way to the arena where the horse riding was going to take place. ‘’Don’t take whatever the future Luna queen says to heart. She Is just jealous that you are set to take her place and also because the humans could have a great chance of getting free’’ Miss Donna said and rubbed my hand. I nodded in response and placed my other hand on his. ‘’I know so,’’ I heaved a deep sigh. ‘’I just feel so sorry for Danielle who had to die a cruel death. Even though I hated her guts, I still can’t believe that she is dead.’’

Chapter 1 From the position between the legs of Aslan's partner, his face lifted as he heard countless loud knocks on his door. "Shit!" Donna muttered irritably because she was left hanging, unable to reach her climax. She was almost there. Women usually finish quickly, whether through oral, manual, or intercourse. During their one session, she had orgasmed multiple times, but today it seemed like she couldn’t even get one. Donna Miranda had been his constant bed partner since college. She was four years younger than him. She was from the neighboring town, the daughter of a couple of entrepreneurs. Her family was the wealthiest in that town, aside from the Escobar estate, which he managed.

"Consigliere, I want a divorce from Cassius. I’m handing back all the businesses under my name. Draft up the papers." The old Consigliere frowned. "Camilla, this marriage keeps the peace between our two families. Can you think this over?" I was the frontwoman for Cassius Marino’s dirty empire for three years. In the shadows, I was this cold-blooded Don's legal wife. A month ago, a Mexican cartel kidnapped me. That night, the cartels blew up my husband's secure line, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom. He let it ring. They ended up throwing me into an abandoned meat locker in freezing temperatures. I almost froze to death. Luckily, a butcher stumbled in and dragged me out just in time.

I arrived at a standalone villa in the Queen's District of Southwold. As the former Donna of the Medicis, I had hidden in Holbeck for ten years. Today, I finally returned here under the name "Ella". I had just set my suitcase down in the entryway and hadn't even caught my breath when the front door was kicked open from the outside. Five women barged in aggressively. Leading them was Giovanna Valery, my future daughter-in-law, whom I had only seen in photos.

After all, they were all eager to witness the 45-year-old Don marrying the 25-year-old woman who had almost married his son. I wore an ivory-white wedding gown with a 33-foot-long train. Vittore was waiting for me at the altar in a bespoke black suit, his blond hair perfectly slicked back. I could feel his gaze fixed intently on me as I was walking down the aisle toward him while holding Dad's arm. Dad's hand trembled as he placed mine in his, whispering, "Please treat her well, Don Corleone." Vittore remained silent. He simply clasped my hand, holding it firmly.

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."

"Crazy bitch, still trying to fight back? You better lick my shoes clean right now. Otherwise, you're not leaving this room today." "You're the crazy one! I'm the Donna of the Rossi family. My husband Vincenzo is Don Rossi, and you're making me lick your shoes?" I thought they'd stop their nonsense once they heard my identity. Instead, they exchanged glances and burst into even wilder laughter. "You really won't give up, will you? You didn't even finish school, you show up at a bar dressed like a hooker, and you dare claim to be the Rossi family's Donna? Aren't you afraid the Don will come after you?"

Conners eyes told me he is proud of the community they have. "You will always be welcome here. Especially now that your mother will be officially a member of our town after her wedding." I could tell this man was very genuine. Before I could respond to him, he turned his head and his face lit up. I followed his gaze and was met with a very gorgeous woman. She had blonde hair with half up in a French braid and the rest was wavy around her shoulders. Her dress was a strapless sequin red with a sweetheart neckline and black heels. Mr. Conners held his hand out to her and she took it with grace. "My love, this is Winter, Donna's daughter and Jared's soon to be stepdaughter." As Mr. Conners intro

On our third wedding anniversary, Lorenzo Falcone came back from Sicily with a chest of jewels. Without thinking, he slid the chest toward my sister Vella and told her to pick first. I stared, eyes wide, and the disappointment slipped out before I could stop it: "Lorenzo. It's our anniversary. Don't I get to choose first?" He faltered for just a second. Then he said: "Lily, as a Donna, you should know how to be gracious. You can't always act like a little girl." I'd heard that for over twenty years. Since I was a child, the eldest daughter of the family, I'd long learned to step aside. Give up the horse I loved. Give up my grandfather's keepsake. Give up the chance to study abroad. Give up t