Donna Tartt Novels & Stories

But she shook her head, turning to face me instead. "Let her go, Mr. Smith. This is weak, even for you!" Matilda demanded. John sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "I guess you don’t want that promotion after all. Leave now, or consider yourself fired." Matilda stood her ground, adjusting her stance. "I’ll put this online if you don’t let her go." She pulled out her phone and pointed the camera at John. Immediately, I felt his grip loosen slightly.

But those three years of deception, along with the ashes of the Valenti family, had long since been carried away by the Mediterranean wind. The world no longer had a mad Donna Valenti. There was only Stella Moretti, the brilliant strategist and queen of her own empire. The road ahead was long, the sky and sea boundless. My life was just beginning.

"I've already had the clerk wait in the conference room. Once the marriage certificate is signed, Chiara will be your madre. From now on, choose your words wisely." Matteo took a step forward in disbelief, his voice raising an octave. "What did you just say?" "From now on, she's the Donna." Raffaele said nothing more. He turned and carried me into the car. Before getting in, I cast a glance at Matteo, who remained standing at the bottom of the steps, completely bewildered. At that moment, it felt like all the grievances of my previous life and this one were finally being resolved. I had never dared approach Raffaele in my previous life. It wasn't until he died in an assassination that I real

Human. Then reality returned. I heard movement outside the door. Soft. Controlled. Familiar. A knock followed. “Come in,” I said. The door opened and Dante stepped inside, his expression neutral but alert. His eyes flicked briefly to Vittoria, then away. Respectful. Careful. “Report,” I said quietly. He stepped closer and lowered his voice. “Your mother is scheduled for cosmetic surgery today. Private hospital. Discrete staff. She is attempting to remove the... 'damage' to her face that your wife caused.”

I arrived at a standalone villa in the Queen's District of Southwold. As the former Donna of the Medicis, I had hidden in Holbeck for ten years. Today, I finally returned here under the name "Ella". I had just set my suitcase down in the entryway and hadn't even caught my breath when the front door was kicked open from the outside. Five women barged in aggressively. Leading them was Giovanna Valery, my future daughter-in-law, whom I had only seen in photos.

He rushed forward, about to announce Lia's disappearance. The doors suddenly swung open. The hall fell silent. "Lia…" my father's face went pale. "What nonsense is this?" Riccardo froze, staring at her. "Lia…" Lia scanned the room, ignoring the sudden intensity in Riccardo's eyes. She spoke loudly, clearly, and deliberately. "Sorry to interrupt your little comedy. I announce that today's Donna ceremony is void." The crowd froze. Lina screamed first. "Bah! Our father is the Don! Who gave you the right to oppose him?"

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..."

Donna thought to herself, 'Why doesn't he keep his promise?' She had been alone in a foreign land when she received those photos from a private investigator. These images showed him intimately involved with another woman, prompting her to yearn for the truth. When she finally saw the photo on his office desk at Arnold Corporation, the undeniable proof shattered her world. Gazing at the imposing Arnold Corporation building, Donna struggled to contain the bitterness welling up within her. With a heavy heart, she left the scene behind.

One of the reps asked, “Miss Wreath, does this decision have anything to do with the return of Miss Jenna Nova? We saw her at the party.” “No,” Donna denied it instantly. She knew that she had to explain to make it more believable. “It has nothing to do with her. Mr Blade and I are just incompatible. I would rather have a free-spirited person who smiles more than he frowns, and makes me his world.”

His body arched off the table. Nothing. "Again! Clear!" This time the monitor beeped. Irregular, but there. I exhaled and my hands finally started shaking. The door opened and a woman walked in. Tall, elegant, wearing heels that cost more than my rent. "Dr. Rosabella Romano. Neurosurgeon." Her eyes scanned the wound. "L1 vertebra. Clean stabilization work. You know what you're doing." "Can you fix it?" "Here? No. But I can prevent further damage until we relocate him.