Donna Riverdale Novels & Stories

"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?"

When she hung the pendant around my neck, there was a sadness in her eyes that I couldn’t understand at the time. Even now, I still couldn't forget the way she looked when she said those words. Just as I was lost in thought, Donna Moretti suddenly brought up Mamma. “Do you miss your mother, Miss Bianca? I heard the late Donna Vitale was an extraordinary woman. I also heard that you want to take over the family business someday. Was that inspired by Donna Vitale?” The atmosphere in the living room instantly froze.

"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.

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.

“You’re now part of the mafia, Nora. You’re my brother’s wife. That makes you part of the Crown family. My brother doesn’t joke with family he protects us with his life. And now you’re his wife, so you’re one of us. One of the mafia. And not just any family. The family. The Crown family is the empire that rules all mafia empires in Italy. My brother Leonard is the Don of all Dons.” She let the words sink in before delivering the last blow. “And that makes you, Nora… the Donna of all Donnas.” The silence that followed was deafening. I sat there, staring at her, my whole body cold, my breath shallow. The words carved themselves into me like a brand. Donna of all Donnas. Queen of all mafia quee

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.

The house was in disarray, with broken items scattered everywhere. "Call for help!" Aleah shouted at Donna while keeping pressure on the man’s neck to stop the bleeding. "Why should I call for help? He deserved what I did to him. If I didn’t kill him, he would’ve killed me and my daughter. He doesn’t deserve to live—he’s worse than an animal!" Donna cried, tears streaming down her face. Aleah could feel Donna’s anger, but her eyes also betrayed a deep fear.

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."

"I'll beg her! I'll give her anything! The family, the money, all of it! As long as she forgives me." The underboss's face was bitter. He was silent for a moment, then said quietly, "Don, the Donna is gone." Vincenzo froze. "Gone?" The underboss nodded. "Before she left, she asked me to pass on a message." Vincenzo's throat tightened. "What message?" The underboss said quietly, "She said, from now on, may you never see each other again in life or death." After hearing that, Vincenzo collapsed to the ground, a mess.