Donna Trope Novels & Stories

“You think I'll poison you? Trust me, I don't have the heart.” She took another plate, dished out more food, and began to eat. Donna ate slowly, while Jenna ate fast. She was hungry after all the bedmatics. “It's time,” Casper said as soon as he returned. Donna left her half-finished plate of food and followed Casper. The media representatives were waiting at the gate, excitement brewing when they saw Casper coming out with Donna. If they spent the night together, then they were going to announce their wedding. Jenna was thinner than Donna but the outfit Casper picked was a stretch fabric so it fit Donna perfectly. She didn't wear any make-up and looked quite innocent.

"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.

“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’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

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."