Donna S Revenge Novels & Stories

"They might have hurt you badly and taken away a crucial part of you but is spending the rest of your life against them worth it? You may get your desired revenge but only at the expense of your own happiness not to mention that you would lose quite a lot." "Perhaps if you stop this revenge, Myron would come back to his senses- if it is not too late." "I am close now, Miss Donna." I answered, "And I assure you I will get the revenge over and done with in a month from now. I don't plan on stretching it any further." "Well..it is your decision Natalia." she replied rising to her feet, "I just thought I should warn you of the danger ahead. I sense it and I can see it and I'm sure you can too."

Lena explained, and Dona nodded in understanding; after all, she didn’t expect it to be easy. “You can’t harm him physically, but only you could shatter a man like him; only you could snatch away all his happiness.” Dona stared into Lena’s eyes and said, “When planning for revenge, then you need to dig two graves.” “I don’t understand,” Lena chimed in; the more Dona talked, the more she kept getting confused. “That man wiped away your family, so you have to take revenge on him even if it costs your life, so I have a plan. That’s if you are interested.” Dona suggested, and Lena walked to the window and pulled the curtains open.

Blood sprayed. "Misunderstanding. You put my daughter through this, and you call it a misunderstanding." He looked down at the man on his knees, and there was no anger in his voice — only a contempt that sucked the air out of the place. "Do you even know what 'Don' means? In this little two-thousand-soul town of yours, you're 'Don Salvo.' Fine. The patch you call your own — one wharf, one street — isn't half of what I run in Naples. I've held my ground in Naples long enough that the other families step aside for me, and not a single one of them has ever laid a finger on my daughter. And you. What are you, exactly?"

"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.

I'd been married to Lucas, the Don of the Mitchell family—the biggest crime syndicate in the country—for six years when I found out he'd given my own daughter to his savior to raise. I was about to confront him when he beat me to it, asking for a divorce. His savior didn't have much time left. Her dying wish was to become his Donna. "She ended up like this because she saved me. Her last wish is just to be my Donna. You understand, don't you?" "Don't worry. You'll always be my only Donna. Once this is over, we'll remarry right away." I'd lost count of how many times he'd sacrificed me for her. So I nodded calmly and signed the divorce papers. Seven years of love. Nine hundred and ninety-nine

In New York’s underworld, my name topped every do-not-cross list. My husband, Don Dante Russo, ruled the most powerful Mafia family on the East Coast. My father ruled the second. Once, they wiped out an entire family overnight for threatening me. But when I was six months pregnant, I received a video. It showed a family portrait session. My pregnant half sister, Bianca, stood beside my husband Dante while he carefully supported her waist. My father stood with them, smiling at the camera. A message from Bianca followed. My mother took your father. Now I’ve taken your husband. I didn’t cry or make a scene. I walked out of the clinic and made one call. “In seven days, I need a new identity and

“If you cry now, you will ruin your makeup.” “What if someone out there knows me? I used to be a stripper,” Donna whispered harshly. Farah looked mildly irritated with her in that way siblings were when someone was being overdramatic. “They can go fuck themselves.” Donna shook her head. “I won’t be a good Luna. Fuck, I do not even know what a Luna is.” My eyes found hers. Donna’s lips trembled as one tear slipped down. “I am not like you,” she added.

he said hesitantly. "Have you found Dalia's whereabouts?" Riccardo asked without looking up. Antonio was silent for a few seconds before replying, "Donna—I mean, Ms. Valentino is in Capitolium, but she refuses to see anyone. All our attempts to approach her have been rejected." Riccardo's hands clenched suddenly, crumpling the letter into a ball. "Book a flight. I'm going to Capitolium." "Don Corleone, you can't leave," Antonio cried in alarm. "The family's situation is unstable right now."

It was as if she had vanished from the face of the earth. Vincenzo's trusted right hand, Antonio, walked into the living room, his own hands trembling slightly. "Don, we have news." Vincenzo shot up from the couch. "Speak." "The Donna has returned to Italy. She's at her family's estate in Tuscany." Vincenzo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Ready the jet. I'm going to Italy." "Don, the family is at a critical juncture. Are you sure you want to go in person—"

Santino's POV Santino stood before the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, his long fingers drumming restlessly on the mahogany desk. As night fell, his agitation grew. Getting rid of Jessy was just the first step. Now, he had to get back what was truly his. His top aide entered and handed him a top-secret file. "Don, we've found the Donna. She's in Lumina, on the West Coast. She opened an art gallery." He opened the file. The first thing he saw was a telephoto shot.