Donna Trope Novels & Stories

“You are a rare beauty.” Liora’s cheeks flushed, “Thank you. You’re a looker as well.” Donna was dressed in a black mermaid dress with mesh sleeves and a low neckline. The skirt flared below her knees in tight ruffles. “You’ve been hiding all your assets under your uniform.” Donna smiled sheepishly at the compliment. Before she could reply, Rhonda stuck her head in the doorway, “Edmund is going to faint when he sees you.” Liora laughed as Donna’s face became even more red. It was common knowledge that beneath his aloof temperament, Edmund liked Donna very much.

one of them sneered. I struggled and screamed, "Let go of me. I'm Liliana Medici. I'm Fabrizio's mother!" Giovanna burst into laughter, as if she had just heard the biggest joke in the world. "Give me a break! Liliana died ten years ago in a fire. With that plastic face of yours, how dare you pretend to be the Donna!" She abruptly released my chin and pulled a dagger from her waist. She crouched down sharply and ripped open the left shoulder of my shirt, exposing the smooth skin after grafting.

She kept me completely fooled. "Believe me. I'll give back everything you lost. There will be more casino openings and more galas, and I'll take you to every one of them. Only you. "We can hold another wedding too." I gave a cold laugh. "Don't you hear how ridiculous that sounds, Adrian?" "You married Julianne and went on a honeymoon with her. Everyone believes she's Madeline Conti. What does that make me?" "I'll explain everything." "Don't bother." I walked past him, then stopped to add:

"Miss Ashford, be a dear and bring this soup to Dante for me." She held out the bowl. I reached for it. The instant our hands met, her fingers let go. Scalding soup splashed across the top of my foot. White steam rose from my skin. The pain went straight to the bone. I clenched my jaw. Didn't make a sound. The bowl shattered on the floor. Everyone turned to look. Vivienne let out a shriek, covering her mouth. "Oh no! I'm so sorry, my hand slipped! Miss Ashford, are you okay?"

He said as he walked towards the door. "And I am Carlos, why don't you sleep food will be brought to you soon" he said and walked out the door, she felt light headed all of a sudden and knew something was it the water he gave her. A shaky exhale escaped her. Her stomach turned. The room began to blur. She swayed, blackness tugged on her subconscious, and then it dragged her all the way under. Later in the Don's office Carlos walked in and saw Marco busy with some work as usual, his friend was such a workaholic, he thought. He did not look up when Carlos entered so he sat down at the edge of Marco's table and said.

People stared. But I was completely numb. I walked step by step until dark, until I finally reached the estate gate. The lit windows pushed back the cold of the late night. I raised my frozen fingers and typed in the code. The only response was an error beep. I typed it in with difficulty, gritting my teeth. Each time, the system told me it was wrong. Finally the butler got annoyed enough to come open the door. He looked at me coldly. "Donna, stop. As long as you don't apologize to the Don, you don't get to use the Don's things."

Anyway, let's get down to business. Before I tell you everything that really happened the day I left home, I want you to know a bit about my story. My name is Donna Mason. I grew up in an orphanage in the greater Seattle area and only left when I reached the age of majority. The nuns sent me to a shelter because I didn't have anyone to look after me or a house to live in. I even had my first job as a janitor at the D'Angelo Corporation. It was there that I met Roland D'Angelo, the financial magnate. A beautiful, sexy, engaging and? extremely perverse. That part I only found out after our wedding, before that Roland was an unconditional lover and I thought... Had God finally smiled on me, or

Chapter 1 From the position between the legs of Aslan's partner, his face lifted as he heard countless loud knocks on his door. "Shit!" Donna muttered irritably because she was left hanging, unable to reach her climax. She was almost there. Women usually finish quickly, whether through oral, manual, or intercourse. During their one session, she had orgasmed multiple times, but today it seemed like she couldn’t even get one. Donna Miranda had been his constant bed partner since college. She was four years younger than him. She was from the neighboring town, the daughter of a couple of entrepreneurs. Her family was the wealthiest in that town, aside from the Escobar estate, which he managed.

He vows to me and I don’t know what to say to that, so he just hugs me. “Told ya, time and again little Cassie, you’re not alone. Who are ya?” he asks, and I chuckle as I look at him once more. “Donna Cassandria Bristol-Romano, the first female Don. The daughter of Gabriella Romano and Terry Bristol, the sister of ex-army commander Andros Bristol-Romano. The niece of the great Don Francesco Romano and Sophie Romano. The cousin to one of the baddest men on the planet, Daragh O’Rourke, one of the four Irish Kings. That is who I am,” I say to him and he smiles at me with pride in his eyes.