Donna Trope Novels & Stories

Santino's POV Santino stood before the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, his long fingers drumming restlessly on the mahogany desk. As night fell, his agitation grew. Getting rid of Jessy was just the first step. Now, he had to get back what was truly his. His top aide entered and handed him a top-secret file. "Don, we've found the Donna. She's in Lumina, on the West Coast. She opened an art gallery." He opened the file. The first thing he saw was a telephoto shot.

My husband, Lucien Moretti, had some last-minute trouble at the docks to deal with, so I had to attend the underground auction alone. I didn't expect to run into my ex, Damon Vesper—the man I was supposed to marry five years ago. The man who chose the woman who put my mother in a coma over me. The moment I raised my paddle for my mother's emerald brooch, he raised his against mine. The room laughed, whispered, sneered. They thought I was the same desperate fool chasing a man who'd never loved me. But I wasn't there for him. I was there for the truth—the truth hidden inside that brooch. The truth that would expose the accident that destroyed my family as the murder it always was. And when his

On our third wedding anniversary, Lorenzo Falcone came back from Sicily with a chest of jewels. Without thinking, he slid the chest toward my sister Vella and told her to pick first. I stared, eyes wide, and the disappointment slipped out before I could stop it: "Lorenzo. It's our anniversary. Don't I get to choose first?" He faltered for just a second. Then he said: "Lily, as a Donna, you should know how to be gracious. You can't always act like a little girl." I'd heard that for over twenty years. Since I was a child, the eldest daughter of the family, I'd long learned to step aside. Give up the horse I loved. Give up my grandfather's keepsake. Give up the chance to study abroad. Give up t

They all started trying to mediate. "Donna, the Don's just been injured. Maybe his mind's unsettled." "Yeah, just let Camilla try for now. In seven days." Seven days? They thought I would hand over my position and wait quietly for Camilla to take my credit and rise to power? I gave a sharp, humorless laugh. "Why bother going in circles? I'm filing for a divorce right now."

She had left with proof, leverage, and enough timing to turn a fake wedding into a public execution. Damian walked off the altar. He did not look at Serena again. "Find Eve." Matteo hesitated. "The helicopter didn't file a route. The pilot spoofed the tracker." "Then find the lawyer. Find the doctor. Find the damn snow she stepped on if you have to." "Boss."

He took my innocence. I took his secret heirs. Now, he’s back to claim us both. Seven years ago, I gave everything to Lord Andrew—my body, my heart, and my innocence—in a night of unspeakable heat and sweet lies. When I caught him betraying me, I vanished into the dark, raising his twin sons alone while building an empire of my own as a top criminal defense lawyer. Now, a multi-billion-dollar hit on my sons' inheritance forces us face-to-face once more. Andrew is taller, deadlier, and completely untamed. He knows the boys are his, and he's using every dirty trick in the book to pull me back into his dark world. I promised myself I’d resist the intense, intoxicating heat that flares between u

Javier says. “Yes thank you Jefe. I am okay. It was unexpected for sure but it will just make me stronger.” “Donna, I hope you don’t mind me asking. How old are you?” “No Jefe I don’t mind.” She says with a light chuckle. “I am 20 almost 21. My birthday is in 3 months.” Luis looks at her with wide eyes. “20 and already a Donna. That’s impressive. Here I’m 22 already and waiting to take over. Maybe we can talk sometime and help each other with our takeovers.”

“Of course not. You always did like giving women symbols after you’d already humiliated them.” Matteo stood. “Did you send her the photo?” Vanessa did not deny it. “She deserved to know what kind of man she married.” “Nothing happened.” “Enough happened.” She crossed the room and touched the empty place on his hand where his signet should have been. “You took this off for me, Matteo. You gave me Donna access. You let me sit beside you in that room. If Elena has any pride, she understood perfectly.” Every word landed because every word was true.

Tony asks. "Of course, I forgive you. I knew you'd never kill me. That shot was not the best that you could do. Besides, let bygones be bygones. Let's go and drink whiskey. I need one after all the things that happened today. I want to check on Donna Romani," Dante says. Tony watches Dante walk away. I love to see Donald Romani. He has always had a crush on her. He knows she is much older than he is, but she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. He also knows that he can never reveal how he feels about her, because they need life would be worth nothing. Don Romani is known for being very jealous of his wife. As he and Enzo are standing in Dante's office, a younger version of Donna Ro

“I'm not as cute as you think I am” “Of course. What else would I expect from a fallen princess? You are just as rabid as a dog”. Donna spits. I hate to admit it but her words sink into me like tiny shark knives. Nothing about my stance gives that away though. “I'll take being a fallen princess any day over living with a poor excuse of a dog as husband”. She makes to reach for me again but Troy holds her down and after struggling for a while, he makes her settle back into her seat. I wouldn't have liked a public brawl but I'll be damned if I ever backed away from a confrontation. I keep my cold gaze on the couple and they glare right back at me.