Donna Rider Novels & Stories

All over one photo with my own brother after years apart. I stared at her, cold. "You're mistaken. I'm Lucas's sister. Not some side piece. Do your homework next time." Betty looked me up and down like I was dirt. "Sister? Don't make me laugh. Lucas's sister is a Donna. She's powerful, connected, and untouchable. You think you can compare? Trash like you survives on its back." I decided to take that as a compliment on my looks. Otherwise, I'd have already ended her.

He rushed forward, about to announce Lia's disappearance. The doors suddenly swung open. The hall fell silent. "Lia…" my father's face went pale. "What nonsense is this?" Riccardo froze, staring at her. "Lia…" Lia scanned the room, ignoring the sudden intensity in Riccardo's eyes. She spoke loudly, clearly, and deliberately. "Sorry to interrupt your little comedy. I announce that today's Donna ceremony is void." The crowd froze. Lina screamed first. "Bah! Our father is the Don! Who gave you the right to oppose him?"

Someone was reading aloud, "Eldest son, Luca Bellandi. Eldest daughter, Aria Bellandi. Effective immediately, their names are entered into the family registry as legitimate heirs of the Bellandi bloodline." In the video, Matteo lifted the two children high. Applause and cheers erupted around him. He was smiling. He exchanged a look with Sienna, his eyes full of affection. Once, he had only looked at me that way. Now that look no longer belonged to me. Another message appeared beneath the video: "He said once the children are formally acknowledged by the Family, he'll give you a sum of money and send you away. The position of Donna belongs to the children's real mother.

"You'd better hold it right there! What makes you think someone like you—a hothouse flower—deserves to be the Donna? "You were a mere nobody while I fought alongside Damiano to build this empire! You ought to know that I won't allow you to be the Donna if I can't have that position, Elena!" I stopped walking and met her eyes calmly. "If you want to be the Donna that much, I'm willing to hand over the title to you, Sofia. If you are capable of bearing it, that is."

I drew in a deep breath. Three years. Dante and I hadn't seen each other in three years. The last time we met, I'd taken off the engagement ring with my own hands and given it back to him. He'd stood in the rain that day, soaked through, his eyes so red they looked ready to bleed. I didn't look back. I got into Dominic's car. Dominic was the Don of Mercer Family. From that day on, the entire hospital knew—Dante Blackwood despised Ivy Ashford.

"Oh, by the way, Miss Lancaster. Allow me to remind you of something. Donna has never really done anything evil in her life. The worst she's ever done is steal someone else's boyfriend and help people cheat. She's just an ordinary civilian." His tone turned meaningful. "So tell me, Miss Lancaster... War Goddess... are you really going to kill her?" He was deliberately invoking her identity as the War Goddess, using it to restrain her. Without another word, Dakota hung up. She looked down at Donna, who had somehow fallen completely silent. "You're nothing more than a discarded pawn." "You can't kill me." A strange smile spread across Donna's face. "It's your duty to protect people like me. Yo

My fingers quickly glide across the phone texted him the address of the lake house, telling him to meet me there when he gets this message. I walk over to the door opening it to see two guards standing on each side of my door. I walk out of the room making my way down the hallway heading to Donna's room with them right behind me. I walk into her room closing the door behind me, leaving my guards in the hall. "Donna wake up." I keep my voice low shaking her a little, watching as her eyes slowly open. "What?" She rubbing her eyes looking at me. "I need your help, Donna, Lester is hurt. Your mother is a healer and I know she taught you about all that healer stuff, so I need you to come with me

With a shake of her head, she turned and went to open the door. "Did you think you could hide from me?" Donna breezed in past Blake who held her cup away from her body not to spill the hot liquid on her. "Not answering your phone doesn't mean that I won't come over here and talk to you." She turned, waving her phone at Blake. "Where is your phone? Have you been writing? Tell me that's why you haven't been answering my calls. That's the only acceptable answer." Donna turned again and walked to Blake's kitchen, she pulled a mug out of the cupboard and poured herself a cup of coffee. "You know, if you ignore me, I'm just going to sit here until you say something." Donna sat at her kitchen count

“You’ve said that every night since the announcement. Maybe she’s coming up with something.” I shot him a dirty look. “Coming up with something? Ronan, she’s about to face a Luna trial against Verya, a trained warrior with a wolf. Donika doesn’t even have one yet, and she’s going up against that wild she-wolf.” “Well, she knew all of this, and still agreed, which means she knows what she’s doing. She’s not stupid,” he countered quietly. “No,” I growled, “she’s reckless.” I spat out angrily. This woman would be the end of me.

" I couldn't help but feel amused watching him trip over himself to explain. Only someone with something to hide needed that many words to cover it up. "Just drive." I tossed the hair clip back into the glove compartment and turned to look out the window. Back at the manor, Madre spotted me and immediately started in again. "You got hospitalized for a tiny injury? Talk about being pampered. Back when I was Donna, I handled family business even with a bullet in me." I stopped walking and turned to face her. "If you want to rough it, that's up to you. But my parents didn't raise me just so I could suffer in life."