Novel & Cerita Donna S Revenge

A year ago, I might have blushed, slipped it on, and waited for him beneath the sheets— his fingers tagging the lace straps down my hips, my breath trembling beneath his mouth, the world narrowing to nothing but his weight, his warmth, his name burning against my throat… Now the lace felt like another trap. When Enzo stepped into the room, his eyes darkened. “You haven’t tried it on?” “I’m tired,” I murmured, folding the sheer fabric back into the box. His brows drew together, concern or irritation—I couldn’t tell. He took a step toward me— And the door slammed open. “Enzo!” Lucia’s voice rang through the hall, breathless. “Someone attacked the south docks—the men need you now.” Of course it

I interrupted him and said, "Maybe I should remind you that the Don killed my parents. He orchestrated that 'car accident' 12 years ago because my parents discovered something they shouldn't have: his deal with a federal judge. He needed scapegoats to cover up three murders." The twins froze. "They didn't betray anyone." My voice was calm because I had run out of tears 12 years ago. "They were just the scapegoats the Don had chosen. He staged their fake escape, arranged the crash, and killed my parents." A long, suffocating silence followed. The garden roses swayed in the evening breeze, their fragrance almost overwhelming. Finally, Dante staggered to his feet. He looked into my eyes for a v

she hissed through gritted teeth. A few minutes later, Arla descended the stairs, and Donna watched her silently, her eyes filled with fury. Arla went about her business, seemingly unaware of Donna's presence. Donna couldn't take it anymore. She pulled out her phone and typed a message: "I need you to take care of someone." As she hit send, Donna's mind raced with thoughts of revenge. She couldn't let Liam and Arla's betrayal go unpunished. They would pay for what they had done, and she knew just the person to help her make that happen.

Alexander stretches the tablet to me, I retrieve it and peruse it's contents. A face stares back at me from the screen. The woman from last night. Daisy Jones, it says. I scan her information. Final year college student. Law degree, 23 years old. Humming as I absorb the information about her, from her blood group to her schooling history. Reaching the end of it, I pause as I take in a glaring detail. Relative: Mercy Jones , Callum Jones (deceased). "You should've killed her last night", Alexandros admonishes

It felt like something was boiling under my skin, ready to explode. I clenched my teeth, trying to hold it back. “Nikita,” I said slowly, my voice shaking with fury, “I will make you pay for every pain you have caused me and my family. Lo giuro (I swear).” Her face darkened instantly. “You are nothing but a powerless Donna,” she snapped. “How dare you speak of revenge?” She lunged for my throat again, but this time I was ready. I stepped aside quickly, and she stumbled forward, losing her balance and crashing onto the ground.

Serena's hand was still stretched toward him, her white glove trembling, but he was looking past her to the side door Eve had used. "Seal the doors," he said. Matteo, his underboss, snapped his fingers. Men in black moved down the aisles, but the damage was already done. Phones had come out. Screens were glowing. Serena turned toward the guests with tears shining in her eyes. "This is fake. Eve did this because she hates me. She has hated me since we were girls." Someone near the back laughed under his breath. Damian finally looked at her. "Don't."

He looked down at me in the water with something like fury. "Anya. What the hell did Julie ever do to you? In front of everyone, you throw a drink on her? What is wrong with you?" He walked Julie back toward the cabin and didn't look back. The crew pulled me out. I couldn't stop shaking. The blanket they put around me didn't help at all. Ethan's secretary helped me to my feet, jaw tight with anger. "Donna. Are you all right? The Don had no right." She couldn't finish the sentence. "If it weren't for everything you gave this family, none of us would even..."

“You sold me off? I thought we agreed to stay out of each other’s lives?” Donna rolled her eyes like Kat was being overdramatic. “One argument and you act like I killed your grandfather. I did not ask you to run off and be a thief.” Donna stepped forward and flicked her forehead. “And you were not a good thief either. Do you know how many times I had to clean up your bullshit?” Kat frowned, rubbing her forehead. “What?” “You seriously do not realize how much of a miracle it is that you are still alive?” Donna shook her head. “All those people your friends offended? Why do you think they did not come after you?”

After my husband, Don of the Rizzo family, died in a shootout, I took over the family and wiped out the one that killed him. To groom my daughter into the next heir, I handpicked four adopted sons to protect her. Ten years. I poured everything into them—my name, my money, my time. And every last one of them turned out exceptional and self-reliant. Over the years, with them at her side, my daughter moved forward steadily. Until the month before my daughter was about to take over my position, I got a desperate call from her. "Mom, help me... someone's got me trapped in the banquet hall. They're trying to rip my clothes off..." By the time I got there, my daughter was curled up in a corner, hal

Louis, the Cascino family's Don, canceled the wedding celebration he had promised me for the twelfth time so he could look after his adoptive father's daughter, Jenny. As the family's Donna, I was left to clean up the mess from yet another canceled wedding. When I returned to the estate, I found Jenny lying weakly in Louis's arms. I asked, "Louis, did you cancel our wedding just to stay with her?" Louis cut me off immediately. "Shirley, can't you be a little more understanding? Jenny's father adopted me when I was young. Now that he has passed away, I can't abandon her when she has come to me for help." Jenny started coughing again. Louis immediately lowered his head to comfort her