Donna S Revenge Novels & Stories

My hand drifts down between my legs, not to touch, just to feel the heat still lingering there, the faint throb that says he was inside me hours ago. I close my eyes. And the question slips in quiet, like it’s been waiting for him to leave. “Am I still doing this for revenge?” The words feel small in the empty room. I open my eyes, stare at the ceiling. Revenge used to feel sharp. Clean. Like a blade I could hold up and see my reflection in—twisted, angry, justified. I wanted to take him from her. Wanted to watch her face when she realized her perfect billionaire husband was fucking her daughter instead.

I was hurled onto the floor, struggling desperately as I tried to crawl back. Donna approached and assumed a crouching position to observe me. She was dressed in a Chanel outfit with her hair meticulously styled and a brand-new manicure. She appeared to be a socialite who had just finished playing bridge at the country club, but her eyes were devoid of warmth. She spoke in a very light tone, as if she were discussing a trivial matter. "You little tramp! You really thought you could wreck my son's Famiglia, huh? Did you think you could just walk out on the DeLuca Famiglia, Lina?"

The contractions tore through me. I called my husband, Maxim Volkov, the ruthless Don of Chicago. He didn't answer. I dragged myself out of the penthouse, crawling, and begged a stranger to get me to the Volkov family's private hospital. "I'm Maxim's wife. Get me a delivery room! He'll pay." I pleaded with the nurse, my water breaking. She just stared, shocked. "You? The Donna? Nice try. Don Volkov is already upstairs with his wife. She's in labor." Wife? Since when did Maxim have a second wife? Before I could ask, another contraction ripped through me. Everything went black. When I woke in the recovery room, the real betrayal hit. My baby was gone. All I got was a cold, "The baby wasn't

Five months into my pregnancy, my husband, Luca DeSantis, secretly proposed to his childhood sweetheart, Anna Taylor, behind my back. When I confronted him, he remained perfectly calm. "Anna has cancer. Her dying wish is to marry me." "What about me?" I asked, stroking my belly, trying to bring Luca to his senses. He didn’t care. "Move out for now. Once she can pass away in peace, I’ll remarry you." Everyone assumed I would wait for him. After all, I was already five months pregnant. But after the divorce, I did something no one expected. I left the place where I’d suffered so much heartache and disappeared from Luca’s world for good. Five years later, I returned as the Donna, accompan

Only her expression seemed to be screaming at me. "Yeah, I won't be long." "Alright, call me when you get home." She hung up as soon as I said yes. Donna looked at me sarcastically. "You almost got me fired for that joke of yours," she joked, and I laughed. But look at how protective she is of you. It makes me optimistic that this time, your life will be much better." I just nodded silently, in my heart I hoped so. Shortly after, we arrived at a drinking bar, and Donna looked at me while ordering the most expensive bottle there. She was really getting revenge.

Dawn scoffs, " No. They're doing what they are supposed to do. Also if you are worried about the woman who was supposed to get the project, don't worry about it. She has been bullying her people more than anyone. She will expose Spring and herself. This is her Karma." " I... I see!" Dawn glances at her phone screen and stops circling the dates, " Mr Holden! I told you when I hired you. In this game, I am the villain who is selfish and cruel to certain people. I will do all the illegal work in a legal way. If you think you can't do it, you can back up now. To destroy them, I will give my own life! So this is a minor thing on my way to get my revenge!"

This petite woman couldn’t look more innocent which makes the changes in the shadows even scarier. We walk inside the cottage, but everything looks normal. There is a fire burning which makes it warm and cozy. The only furniture is a small table and a bed. Donna sits at the ta-ble and sighs, “I am sorry I scared both of you. After they burned my husband alive, I was in a very dark place. I was just angry and depressed and decided revenge would be the only thing for me now. So, I made a stupid mistake and went to the Under Realm to become a dark human. I thought the only way to get revenge was to get powerful. I wanted to burn the palace to the ground and its corrupt system with it. But as so

Coleen walked closer to her and asked, "and what will you do? Always remember I'm your senior in the military." Donna smirked, "I'm dangerous, Coleen." "Fuck you. You are just a wicked woman." Coleen said and walked angrily away from her. Donna folded her fist in anger, "how dare this uncultured brat!" She mumbled. Her phone rang and seeing that the caller ID was Wendi, she looked around to be sure that no one was nerarby. The house she was standing behind had no one living there but she just want to be sure that no one was around.

“Don Marino, it was Dante’s request to be left alone…” “A request you should have ignored!” he barked. The room grew quiet. “You left my son alone to be killed by a nobody—a worthless death—killed by an old man on the streets of Sicily!” he yelled. “A nobody killed my son. He was going to be Don…” He chuckled dryly, hands shaking, trying to control his anger but failing at it. Everyone watched the Don. He was always a symbol of control and composure—now not so much. They watched as he unraveled before them. He still hadn’t shed a tear.

The private medics talk. Word of what Eve did leaked out. The narrative on the streets isn't about the Don surviving an ambush anymore. The narrative is entirely about the ruthless Donna. They know she didn't just order the accountant’s death from the safety of her bunker. She led the charge and ripped me from his clutches. They know she strapped him to a stainless-steel table, picked up a surgical scalpel, and dismantled him piece by piece while he begged for mercy. They know she poured industrial bleach on his open wounds, completely unfazed, while I sat in a wheelchair and watched.