Donna Trope Novels & Stories

"You may now kiss your bride." Alexander gave Ashly a bright smile as he stepped forward, wrapped an arm around Ashly neck and kissed her. Not knowing what to do, Ashly stood there, letting Alexander deepen the kiss. When Alexander finally ended the kiss and stepped back, Ashly was sure her face was bright red. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present to you, for the first time ,Mafia Don and his Donna ," announced Cat. "According to Mafias custom mafia don change the Donna name"

After all, they were all eager to witness the 45-year-old Don marrying the 25-year-old woman who had almost married his son. I wore an ivory-white wedding gown with a 33-foot-long train. Vittore was waiting for me at the altar in a bespoke black suit, his blond hair perfectly slicked back. I could feel his gaze fixed intently on me as I was walking down the aisle toward him while holding Dad's arm. Dad's hand trembled as he placed mine in his, whispering, "Please treat her well, Don Corleone." Vittore remained silent. He simply clasped my hand, holding it firmly.

For twenty-two years, I had been the only daughter of the Falcones. Everyone in the family held me in their hands. Underboss Leon Marchetti took a bullet for me. Consigliere Enzo Ricci stormed into enemy territory just to pull me out. Vice Don Darius Lombardi even swore in front of the Don himself that no matter what happened, I would always be the first person he protected. They spoiled me rotten, made me willful, and convinced me of one thing. No matter who I eventually chose as my fiancé, they would never leave my side. Until six months ago, when the real Falcone heiress, Bianca Falcone, came back to the family. Little by little, their time, their protection, all their care shifted t

“So Lena, what do you do for a living? Lucano here failed to mention anything about you.” I gulped down my food quickly, clearing my mouth before I spoke. “My dream is to become a surgeon. But I’m a…” The words stuck in my throat, and my mouth suddenly became dry as cotton. “Go on, dear,” Mr Baricelli motioned. “I’m a stripper in your son’s club.” Santos spewed out drink from his mouth. Patricia’s spoon fell, clanking against the plate before hitting the floor. Mr Baricelli’s fork froze midair.

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..."

But in the end, it was nothing more than a stranger who looked like her. And the real Elena had already disappeared from my world. For the first time in my life, I felt completely powerless. I had once been the most feared Don in New York's underworld. A single word from me could decide someone's fate. But now, I didn't even know where the woman I loved was. I had planned a grand ceremony. I had wanted the entire New York underworld to know Elena Blackwood was the only Donna I would ever acknowledge. But now that woman no longer wanted that title. From that family. From me.

"Donna, I'm truly sorry for troubling you. Once my apartment is fixed, I'll move out. We won't stay long." I said nothing more and turned upstairs. That night at dinner, Matteo suddenly brought it up. "Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary. "Seven beautiful years," he said. "I've arranged for dinner to be prepared at the seaside villa. We'll stay there for a few days. Just the two of us." He looked at me, his eyes gentle. "I'll transfer that villa to your name. It's yours from now on." Sienna was feeding the baby. At his words, she looked up and smiled. "Mr. Bellandi, you're so good to Donna. Seven years of marriage and still this loving. It's enviable."

" I couldn't help but feel amused watching him trip over himself to explain. Only someone with something to hide needed that many words to cover it up. "Just drive." I tossed the hair clip back into the glove compartment and turned to look out the window. Back at the manor, Madre spotted me and immediately started in again. "You got hospitalized for a tiny injury? Talk about being pampered. Back when I was Donna, I handled family business even with a bullet in me." I stopped walking and turned to face her. "If you want to rough it, that's up to you. But my parents didn't raise me just so I could suffer in life."

Donna said arrogantly and stood. "Oh, thank you, Donna. Please make it fast," Richard said desperately. "Alright," Donna then walked out. An hour later, Donna entered the medical unit in the military base, there were a lot of injured soldiers there receiving treatment. Everyone in the base has now recognized Donna. Not just because she's the new officer who just came from Aurora Island but because she was the god of war's fiancee. A position that many people think is impossible to attain. A lot of people are of the opinion that the god of war is without a heart. How could such a person have a fiancee? Many assumed that Donna's beauty must be extraordinary while others believe that Donna had

Huwag mo lang pagsalitain. Habang si Donna ang dahilang bitter ng tropa. She's like me, working her ass off in a nine to five job and NBSB. She can throw below-the-belt jokes and at the same time come up with the most sound advice for everyone. Kaya siguro madami ang nai-intimidate dito at natatakot manligaw. Maganda naman ito. Morena't balingkinitan ang katawan, sadyang mataray lang siguro ang dating nito sa mga lalake kaya di ligawin.