Donna Riverdale Novels & Stories

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.

Jonah tied his long scarlet hair in a bun, like he always does when we needed to go in an extremely dangerous situation, before loading his AK47. Our men second his excitement as we all loaded our assault rifles. This scene is nothing new to any of us, but a rescue mission is. In the past, we are attacking a target place because we aim to kill who settles inside it, but now we are here to get someone of utmost importance to the family. No one in this team is here by force, everyone is willing to sacrifice their lives for the girl who they once thought as Alexa because of my mistake. Starting a blood bath to stain my motherland is something that I never imagined I would be capable of. This be

Donna spoke into the phone the moment Ralph pressed the accept button. "What do you mean by that?" Ralph asked with a sudden alert, his face drawn into anger. He clenched his fist, trying to calm himself from lashing out at Donna. "I don't know either, I left her in the kitchen a few minutes ago to attend to another pressing issue but she's gone before I return," Donna explained, feeling perplexed. "Have you checked through the cameras around the house? How long has she been gone?" Ralph spoke into the phone again, his heart tightening up for no reason.

Donna snapped, her voice sharp and defensive as she approached Aleah and Ramil. "Please, don’t get mad. We weren’t doing anything wrong to your child," Ramil calmly replied, trying to diffuse the tension. "Stay away from my child," Donna said firmly, her voice trembling slightly as if laced with both fear and anger. She quickly walked away, her steps faltering only when she noticed a police patrol car pulling up nearby. Aleah’s chest tightened as she watched Donna hastily leave, her unease growing with each passing moment. The earlier sound of Missy’s growling stomach echoed in her mind, tugging at her heart.

When I woke up again, three days had passed. Riccardo was slumped beside my hospital bed, exhaustion written all over him. His eyes were bloodshot, and dark stubble shadowed his jaw. Seeing that I was awake, he immediately grabbed my hand. "Dalia, you're finally awake. Are you in pain anywhere?" I pulled my hand back, my voice cold. "How's Alice?" Riccardo's eyes flickered. "She's fine. The baby's safe, too. She's your cousin and pregnant, so I had to save her first," he scrambled to explain. "It's my job as the Don to protect the vulnerable."

Bella lunged from the floor, charging at me with the fury of a crazed harpy. "Joanna, you barren freak! You were jealous! You were jealous I could give Lorenzo an heir, so you killed him!" Her face, caked in makeup, twisted into something monstrous, her smirk hidden beneath a shroud of fake tears. "A low-life doctor like this should be lynched! Lorenzo, look at her! This is the 'good woman' you’ve pampered for seven years—she personally slaughtered your bloodline!" As she screamed, she grabbed a nearby IV stand and swung it at me with murderous intent.

The she-wolves rushed past her, sprinting out of the territory. Petal blinked, confused, finding herself standing at the borders. As she looked ahead, her heart sank at the sight of Donna’s lifeless body being brought into the territory by two of the she-wolves. Donna was pale, drained, her veins blackened. A faint, dark aura still lingered around her, blood dark and dried streaked from her eyes, nose, and ears. She was gone. “Why does it look like someone sucked out her soul…and she cried tears of blood?” one of the women gasped.

Dante said. He then took out an old box containing two objects—the wedding ring I had returned to him, signifying my position as the Donna, and the limited-edition model Leone had pestered Dante for back then. "Please come back to me, Elena. You'll always be the only one worthy of being the Donna of the Moretti famiglia, and Leone will always be the sole Principe of the Moretti famiglia. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to both of you, Elena. I—"

The ten-carat diamond ring hit the bottom of the bin with a clear, crisp clink, like it was bidding me farewell. Everything was over. Nothing could salvage this relationship. … I sat on a cold, hard bench in the ER, my face drained of color. Across from me, outside the VIP area, a crowd had gathered. The people whispered among themselves. "They say that Don Costa's people are in there." "It's probably the Donna. He's so worked up over her when she isn't even injured. He made the hospital call in every doctor to check her over." "Classic hero-saves-damsel moment. Didn't you see the gash on his head? That cut was huge, yet he didn't even make a sound!"

“Where are your parents?” Donna frowned and muttered, “I haven’t even met my daddy yet.” Shaking her head, she walked away. Alpha Kilian chuckled as he watched her depart. What a clever little girl. “Let’s go, Tony” she called out. Tony glanced at his sister and asked, “What took you so long?” Donna flashed him an enigmatic smile and replied, “I encountered a handsome uncle by the restroom. He was so striking that I thought he might be some kind of celebrity, but alas, he is not.”