Donna S Revenge Novels & Stories

“Do you know what you have to do? Get another dress, one that is ten times better than Donna’s. Just wear it somewhere where she’ll see you. You will rub it in her face that way.” I chuckled softly. “Revenge shopping? I don’t think that is the solution to this.” Rosa rolled her eyes. “Fine, I support you on that. No revenge shopping but at least you have to be happy for once. So, let's change the topic. Let's not talk about Danny or Donna from now on, if I hear Danny’s or Donna's name one more time tonight, I’m going to start charging you a f*e every time you mention any of them.”

Lucia tugged at his sleeve, softly pleading, "Don't blame her, please… She didn't mean it." "How are you still defending her?" Matteo's anger flared. He held her tighter and said, "I'll make sure you get the justice you deserve, Lucia." My lips pressed into a bitter line. He never even tried to hear me out. "Slash her face," he ordered coldly. My head snapped upward, my eyes as wide as saucers. I screamed, "No! I didn't do anything wrong! You can't do this to me!" Matteo sneered, "Not so brave anymore, are you? Well, too late."

With a great leader which I vowed to be, and a cooperative team, we could restore the grace of the empire, it was evident. Not only would I rebuild our empire, but I would also ensure we take down Damon who was the main reason for us being ruined in the first place. But all these thoughts and air plans were not all it took. I was planning for us to defeat Damon in my head in a way that he wouldn't strike back, I didn't plan for what backups we would have if he struck back. Would we then retreat and have the empire ruined again? Of course, not. This was why I was here as the mafia Donna to restore the empire. I wasn't going to play games on resources. They could have one tangible resource whi

“I’ve seen her.” Damon nodded, playing along, though his gut was screaming at him now. “Alright, spill it.” Rose crossed her arms over her chest, her black catsuit hugging every curve, and fixed him with a steady look. “I’m the new Donna of the Manzoni Clan, Damon.” The words hit him like a brick to the face. He froze, his glass halfway to his lips, his eyes popping wide. For a second, he just stared at her, like she’d sprouted horns or turned into a ghost right there in front of him.

Yet, beneath the practiced sorrow lay a steely determination—a promise of retribution that would not be silenced. In the quiet of her penthouse later that night, Aurora sat curled in an overstuffed chair, watching the relentless advance of the scandal on her tablet. With each new article and broadcast segment, a part of her felt vindicated. She could almost taste the sweet satisfaction of justice as Dorian’s desperate attempts at damage control became more frantic by the minute. Every frantic call he made, every harsh command he barked at his staff, was a small triumph in her long-planned rebellion.

But underneath those kind eyes is a stone-cold killer. They nicknamed her the Onryo. Which is a Japanese vengeful spirit. Returned in ghost form to harvest the souls of those that have betrayed them in life. She is the first female Don, also known as a Donna. Apparently she is a force to be reckoned with and has mastered many kinds of self defence skills. But her favourite weapon of choice is the Katana. Hence the name. The last thing her enemies see is the look of death in her eyes as she takes her revenge.

Her words came out in anguished bursts. In a swift move, Dennis slapped Donna across the face—a sharp, resounding action that made her fall to the floor, clutching her cheek in disbelief. The room went silent for a moment, the sound echoing in the broken house. Even Aleah froze, shocked by Dennis’s action. Donna’s body trembled as she slowly looked around—her gaze landing first on her daughter, then on the man whose life Aleah was desperately trying to save. Donna’s breath hitched, and she let out a piercing scream before clasping her hands over her mouth. The reality of what she had done seemed to crash over her, and her body shook uncontrollably. Her tearful eyes met Aleah’s, wide with fea

I thought I would be calm. But when the truth finally came out, my body trembled all the same, and I couldn't stop it. "Heads of the families, I know you all want Louis dead right now, but before he's judged, there's a personal debt I mean to settle with him." I took a deep breath. "I wonder if any of you remember the former Donna of the Vitale family. My mother, Selena Pavano." "Twenty years ago, my brother was barely a month old when Louis's wife Jessica threw him from an upper floor to his death. And my father, Louis, never bothered to learn the truth. He took Jessica at her word and had my mother beaten to death..."

no way. "Bella, what's wrong with you?" Donna asked, staring at me. "It's nothing." "I can't let what my parents worked hard to build get destroyed by some little girl, Bella, are you willing to work together with me to get revenge on those who hurt us?" If Ivana can do this to her own in-laws, who knows what she will do to me just so she won't be seen as the other woman? I turned to Donna, "I'm willing."

By the eighth year of our relationship, I have finally earned the approval of Isabella Visconti, the Madre, and secure my place in the Valentino Famiglia. I should be eagerly anticipating the Donna ceremony, counting down the days until Luca Valentino swears his oath of loyalty before the entire family. But on the day my wedding dress arrives, I choose to return to Lunavere instead. That very night, Luca comes rushing to my apartment. "You won't even try on your wedding dress or answer my calls. Elena, what the hell are you still unhappy about?" He's clearly rushed over. Dark circles shadow his eyes, and he hasn't even changed out of the suit he's worn to his meetings. I can see