Donna S Revenge Novels & Stories

All of which allowed the Don or Donna to unlock any room as necessary. As she entered the conference room, she was met with 15 men sitting around it waiting for her to arrive. She walked to the head of the table before Veronica began speaking to the men, “As most of you know my parents were gunned down tonight in our home. I want this said before anyone else gets any ideas, I am your new Donna. This is my birthright and I will not give it up to anyone. If you don’t fucking like it, there is the fucking door.” She waited for a few minutes while everyone shifted uncomfortably in their chairs.

She circled my cell, her hips swaying, every step a calculated taunt. "Revenge? Oh, Zeina, this isn't about revenge. This is about teaching you a lesson." She leaned close, her sharp, almond-shaped eyes narrowing. "You are nothing now. A prisoner. A fallen queen in chains. And I will strip away every last piece of dignity you have left until you finally understand that you have lost." She spun back to Donna, her boot slamming into the smaller woman's side, the impact ringing through the dungeon like a struck bell. Donna crumpled further, a small, strangled cry slipping from her cracked lips.

I could almost taste it in the air. Good. Let her be angry. Let her be scared. Fire and fear forged the strongest steel. And she would need to be steel if she was going to survive being my wife, the Donna of all Donnas.

She hadn’t cried since the council, but her expression was tired, empty. “I should’ve come sooner,” I said quietly, closing the door behind me. “I should’ve believed you from the start.” She finally looked at me, eyes wary but steady. “It’s done,” she said softly. “The council knows. You know. It’s… finished.” “Finished?” I asked, stepping closer. “I want you to understand, I was wrong to doubt you. I should’ve trusted you, Donna. I…” She shook her head. “I didn’t need revenge,” she said. “I didn’t want you to act on my anger for me. I only wanted to be seen as I am, not as someone created by lies to be humiliated.”

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.

Near the New Year, Christine demanded an exorbitant ten million from Mary as hush money, constantly using Xavier’s death to blackmail her. Mary, worn down by Christine’s greed, finally snapped, realizing Christine would never be satisfied. She arranged to meet Christine alone. I had already hired a private investigator to install surveillance software on Christine’s phone. It recorded everything—their conversation, the moment Christine drank the poisoned drink Mary prepared, and her agonized struggle as the poison took effect. The police burst in, arresting Mary on the spot. Christine, saved by timely medical intervention, survived.

I am going to get everything ready. Donna Isabella is coming home. I do not believe they will allow her to stay with Dante now that they know she is alive. I do not know how Donna Isabella is going to take it because she seems like a rebellious little young woman. I do not know what's going to happen, but I am going to start to get everything ready. At least we are going to have a party to celebrate the return of the heiress. I am sure that is what the Don and Donna would want. The whole Italian Mafia will know that the future godmother of the Italian Mafia is back. I cannot wait to see her again. I hope she is not so angry with me for pulling almost all our hair out of her head. It was not

“We’re taking everything that matters to him. We begin with Nowelle—then, we finish him. You’ll gain his trust. His heart. You’ll access files, schedules, finances. Every move he makes, I want to know it before he does. Understood?” I stay quiet, processing. This means seeing him more—more than I want to. Just the thought of being near him again stirs feelings I’d rather bury. But then I remember what his father did to mine. I don’t care if I have to be his chef, his driver, his dog walker—I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy them. “Okay, Uncle. As long as Stephen pays in the end, I’ll do anything.” He nods. “Apply tomorrow. Blend in. Be useful. You alone hold the key to your revenge.”

The grievance on Sienna's face vanished instantly. "You saw it that day, didn't you?" She lowered her head and smiled at me viciously. "You saw Matteo holding the baby." As she spoke, she took out her phone. "Look. Don't the two of them look exactly like him? Anyone can tell they're father and son. "Giana, don't you think you're pathetic? A hen that can't lay eggs, and you still think you deserve to be Donna? You should hurry and leave on your own. Otherwise, when you're thrown out of the family, it'll be far more humiliating."

However, she still smiled and nodded, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You too. Get some rest.” Then she turned and left. Once her figure had disappeared from the doorway, Paul immediately called his aide. “Why is Emily’s number invalid? Has our intelligence system failed, or did the donna disappear and I’m the last to know?” His voice was cold as ice, sending a chill down the aide’s spine. “Don Garcia, actually, on the day you entered surgery, we already received news that Donna Emily had left the country. But during this time, you were…”