Donna Trope Novels & Stories

They were just leaving the boutique, flanked by their new mistresses. The moment they recognized me, they deliberately fanned out to block my path. “Well, if it isn’t Donna Cross. We haven’t seen you around lately.” “Haven’t you heard? The Don filed a preemptive divorce suit against her. She isn’t the Donna anymore—the real lady of the house just walked right past us a minute ago.” The men erupted into crude, mocking laughter. “That throne belonged to her sister in the first place anyway.” “Word is this one refuses to sign the divorce papers, so the Don was forced to sue her. You should just sign the damn things and save yourself whatever dignity you have left.”

she says, and I nod. “I have a plan,” I say, and she nods slightly. I couldn’t have planned this any better. Tomorrow I have the interview to clear Calliope’s name, and Trent won’t even know what the fuck hit him. “I can’t have you trashing him tomorrow,” Donna says, and I raise my eyebrows, looking at her. “Why not?” I question. “He warned me if I came out in public to destroy him, he would release the video proof,” Donna says, and I curse under my breath. “I was young and innocent, he played with my feelings and used me while I was still in uni,” Donna says.

As Dex laughed along with the others at something John had said, Donna came outside and sauntered over, the guys all going quiet as they saw how sexy she looked. "Damn baby," John said. "You brought the conversation to a standstill!" Donna came over and kissed John, then reached for Dex's hand. "This gorgeous woman is Donna, John's much... much sexier half," Ronnie said, drawing a grin from John. "Hi boys," she said, grinning. "Are you finding new lovers for me baby?" she asked in a serious tone while she looked at John. "Shit, ain't none of these dudes wanna catch what you gonna give 'em," he said, winking at Dex.

Viola's POV When I submitted my resignation letter to the secretariat, the staff member looked shocked. "Viola Conti, you're leaving the Derocchi family?" The Don's private secretary was a respectable, well-compensated position. He couldn't understand why I would give it up. "Sì." I smiled and delivered the excuse I'd prepared long ago. "My husband left me an inheritance in Melbir. I'm planning to take my son and live there." It wasn't a particularly clever excuse. But for seven years, everyone believed I was just a single mother raising a child on my own. No one knew that the "husband" I spoke of was actually the Don of the Derocchi family, Aido Derocchi.

He looked down at me in the water with something like fury. "Anya. What the hell did Julie ever do to you? In front of everyone, you throw a drink on her? What is wrong with you?" He walked Julie back toward the cabin and didn't look back. The crew pulled me out. I couldn't stop shaking. The blanket they put around me didn't help at all. Ethan's secretary helped me to my feet, jaw tight with anger. "Donna. Are you all right? The Don had no right." She couldn't finish the sentence. "If it weren't for everything you gave this family, none of us would even..."

~Lianna Black~ My breath hitched, my lips parted to utter a word, yet my mouth felt too dry to mumble a thing. Staring deep into Ace’s pool of gray hues, I swallowed hard to dampen my waterless throat for the sincerity in them is enough to turn me into a putty. Is this some sort of game? Am I hallucinating this? What is going on? “I need you, Lianna.” He cupped my face with his big warm hands. This is real, I had to convince myself that Ace Romano, the Don of the most powerful crime family in the world, is speaking sweetly to me. Asking me to stay.

“No. No, no, no.” "I didn't run your background today, Jane. I've known who you are for six weeks." "What?" "I've had someone watching your clinic for six weeks. Tracking your patients, movements, schedule. I needed a doctor I could trust. He leaned closer. “And trust requires leverage. So I waited.” "You... you planned this?” He didn't answer. He stood and walked close to me. "The question is who are you hiding from that scared you badly enough to fake your own death?"

“you can call me Don Niko” He grinned. “Blink twice if you need help, man. Vittoria’s a nasty one.” Before I could respond, Vittoria reached out and slapped the back of his arm, not hard, not angry. “Don’t antagonise him,” she muttered. He winced theatrically. “She abuses me, this is workplace harassment.” That did it. Something sharp twisted in my chest; seeing her like this, bloodied and exhausted, yet trading ease and familiarity with another man.

Seeing that the young couple were preparing to leave, the woman made her move. Striding up to the table she said, “My name is Donna Douglas. May I join you for a few minutes?” The two were stunned. Standing beside their table was a magnificent blue-eyed blonde about five feet seven inches tall. Her figure was utterly perfect. Beyond that, though, both recognized the name: Donna Douglas was the hottest thing in films — in more than one sense of the word — and had been for several years. Before either Kim or Brad could say anything, a waiter brought up another chair and set it opposite Kim. Donna ordered coffee, and the waiter quickly departed.

Now we were the centre of attention and there was no way to get away from their gaze, my arms cirlced around the sides of Lucas arm and he turned to stare at me with a warm smile. “Donna, you don’t have to make such an announcement.” Lucas said and the lady walked up to us, she wore soft femininie perfume that matched her soft girls features. The rosy pink summer dress she wore stopped at her ankles and her white stilletoes added to her small frame. Donna, from my deduction was a girl who was always cherry and optimistic about life and everything it brings. She was probably a daddy’s girl and an only child too. “Its great to see my brother in-law after what- three months?” Donna laughed and