Donna Riverdale Novels & Stories

"Gallo, are you out of your mind? She's carrying my child!" Rafael wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me forcefully into his embrace, and raised his voice. "Let me be clear." "From the moment Evangeline Collins said yes, she became the future Donna of the Gallo family." "The child she carries will bear the Gallo name and become my sole heir." Every family in the room heard it. No one dared to speak. In that instant, the entire power structure of the New York underworld was about to change. The color drained from Vincent's face, a vein throbbing at his temple.

I walked into the bridal studio with my wedding gown draped over my arms. Four years as Bianca Marchello—fiancée of Enzo Marchello, heir to the most powerful mafia family in the city—and here I was, asking a seamstress to alter my wedding dress to another woman’s measurements. “Are you sure about the size change?” the seamstress asked gently as she pinned the new bust line—smaller, narrower, perfect for Lucia Ricci. “Yes.” My voice didn’t tremble.

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?"

Santino's POV Santino stood before the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, his long fingers drumming restlessly on the mahogany desk. As night fell, his agitation grew. Getting rid of Jessy was just the first step. Now, he had to get back what was truly his. His top aide entered and handed him a top-secret file. "Don, we've found the Donna. She's in Lumina, on the West Coast. She opened an art gallery." He opened the file. The first thing he saw was a telephoto shot.

Seeing that his father was getting angry, Kai obediently fell silent. Elijah forcibly suppressed the growing unease in his heart, focusing only on getting to the venue as quickly as possible. By the time Elijah arrived, all the guests were already there. A friend spotted him and immediately walked over with a glass of wine, smiling as he asked, “Elijah, where’s Donna Hazel? It’s your fifth anniversary. The main character can’t be late.” Elijah’s heart sank. He realized then that I hadn’t arrived yet, immediately took out his phone, and called the driver.

I ordered "yes, um, well Mrs De Luca will be okay. She lost conciousness due to a severe infection of her blood. We have caught it in time, and she will make a full recovery within the next few weeks. She needs rest, her body is damanged, Her broken shoulder and her wounds, are putting too much stress on her body." I felt relief flush over me at the thought that Vittoria was going to be okay, but that relief quickly turned into guilt and regret. I should have never let it get this bad. I am the Don to not just 1 mafia, but 2. I don't know anyone else as rich or as powerful as I. And yet, with all that money, and all that power, the one person I swore I needed to protect, is laying in a hospi

Without it, even these seven years wouldn't officially be over. As I walked out of the law firm, I ran into Aido at the end of the corridor. He wore a black suit today, the collar pressed perfectly straight, silver-gray cufflinks fastening his sleeves. Standing beside him was Isabella Bellucci, the Principessa of the Bellucci family, the woman everyone now assumed would be the future Madre. She held his arm, her high heels clicking against the marble with a light, steady rhythm. She was beautiful. When she raised her hand, the diamond bracelet at her wrist caught the light with an expensive gleam. She belonged to this estate, these banquets, these social scenes in a way that seemed natural,

After being rescued by Spencer, Lucy believed she would one day become Donna, always identifying herself as such. One day while drunk, she was used as a gift in a deal to be sent to the bed of a 60-year-old powerful man. Afterward, Lucy agitatedly screamed, only to be met with Spencer's nonchalant reply, "I don't keep idle people around. You can leave if you want, but give back everything I gave you." Thinking she could become Donna, Lucy had spent lavishly and recklessly. She thought Spencer would indulge her like Asher, but she did not realize that Spencer had secretly assigned a price to everything.

They all started trying to mediate. "Donna, the Don's just been injured. Maybe his mind's unsettled." "Yeah, just let Camilla try for now. In seven days." Seven days? They thought I would hand over my position and wait quietly for Camilla to take my credit and rise to power? I gave a sharp, humorless laugh. "Why bother going in circles? I'm filing for a divorce right now."

His eyes were chillingly dark. "Camilla, look what you've done!" "What did I do?! I'm the future Donna! I was just trying to support you at this event!" "Why are you yelling at me? Are you taking your anger out on me just because that cheap doctor is gone?!" "What kind of dirty secret do you and that Aurora have anyway?" She grew more agitated as she spoke, her words dissolving into sobs. The commotion had attracted the attention of others, who now stared at them with strange expressions.