Donna Trope Novels & Stories

I felt horrible too as I imagined that Dave must have felt really betrayed. I gazed at the TV screen, I sighed heavily. Nothing interested me. Suddenly, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I was startled for a brief moment until I got to stare at the culprit. It was Dante's mother, Luciana. She was present for our wedding and two days ago, Luciana had moved into the house. I wondered why but I also did not mind. She was kind to me during the few times she spoke. "What are you doing? Watching mute TV?" She asked, her brows raised at me. She was a stunning woman too, Dante looked just like her in every way, their skin colour, hair colour and eye colour was exactly the same. She was young too.

"They're guys who live with guns. They talk like animals." I wiped my eyes hard and kept reading. Further down, Angelo's messages got fewer. When the mockery got bad, he'd type: [Shut up.] Or: [She's not your business.] When someone joked the Don had actually fallen for her, he just went silent. He let them mock me. For three years. Was that what he called love? Not insulting me himself? I was a prop. A trophy for his ego. My stomach turned. My hand shook against the edge of the phone.

He shot out an arm and clamped his hand around my wrist. "Isabella, what is this madness? Don't make a scene." The pain sent me stumbling, and Amelia was instantly there, her hands steadying me with false kindness. "Donna, what happened to you? Please, don't embarrass the Don." She leaned in close under the guise of an embrace and whispered in my ear. "So clever, our Donna. Did you guess it was me who went there?" "Don't worry, those old paper files take up too much space. I'm helping you clean up, making some room for the family."

He was reminding me of my place: here on the estate, we were nothing more than employer and employee. And the woman beside him was his one and only Donna, recognized by all Five Families. I understood the warning in his eyes and swallowed the words I couldn't say. "Don Gallo." Enzo's Adam's apple bobbed. He gave a low "Mm" and kept walking, shielding Camilla and their child, as if the person he'd just passed was a complete stranger. I gave a self-deprecating smile and swallowed the news of my immediate resignation. It's not like he would care anyway.

Sonnia was totally defenseless against such a face that looked like the male lead of a romantic book, so she got butterflies in her stomach, feeling a burning sensation in her slapped butt, she tried to avoid meeting Dona's gaze. Dona was Sonnia's worst enemy in Michel Corporation, for she took liberties with Sonnia whenever they met. The two parties were locked in confrontation on their way up to the top floor. Dona and Lily were cut from the same cloth, but the difference here was that Lily was simply playing pretend, when it was time to actually step up to the plate, she was useless. After all, her fiancee kept his eyes on her. On the other hand, Dona was the real deal. Regardless of male

“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.

Madison cautioned herself before she spotted Aaron, seated at a table near the back, his eyes scanning the entrance. She frowned when she didn't see any resemblance to Donna, but she approached the table regardless. Madison sighed as she sat down. “Where is Donna?” She asked, trying to keep her tone casual. “She should be here any minute,” Aaron replied. As if on cue, the door opened, and Donna Torres walked in. She wore a spaghetti-strap, body-con black dress that accentuated her glorious hourglass curves, and her dark hair cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders.

I reached for them and pulled them up enough to tongue her nipples. "And it's not like she isn't hot. She's got a great body. What do you expect. No kids, no job, personal trainer at the gym. She's, like, 24, isn't she? " She asked, but it was a pretty inopportune moment. My mouth full of her ample tits, I just grunted my assent. Donna did have a great body. Not as pretty as Krista. No. But cute, in a bouncy, cheer-squad kind of way. With a rack that could come close to matching Krista's, and a really sexy bubble ass.

His voice was audacious and assertive. Her fury exploded. "I won't let that happen! If you think you can just..." Danny cut her off and pulled out a set of pictures from his jacket. As he tossed them onto the table, Donna's breath hitched as her own face stared back at her from the picture. She was caught in intimate moments with not just one but three different men. A well-known director, a wealthy businessman, and another man whom she swore to be just a 'friend.' "I must say, Donna," Danny smirked. "You've been living a very colorful life."

Registered something in my face and set the clipboard down. "Close the door," she said. I closed it. Donna was fifty eight with grey hair she kept short and eyes that had always reminded me of Rosa's in their specific quality of seeing things and deciding privately what to do with what they saw. She had been professionally warm to me since I arrived not false, genuine enough, but contained. Maintained a respectful distance that I had understood was partly her nature and partly the particular caution of someone who had watched previous structures in this household and understood that proximity to the wrong person at the wrong time was a liability.