Donna Trope Novels & Stories

“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.

"Selena, I have two options for you—one, you continue medical school and have a quiet career as a small-time doctor after graduation. Two, I'll adopt you and train you as my heir. Newborough will be yours." George's words pulled me out of my thoughts. I grinned at him and winked. … Many years later, no one knew that the mafia's Donna was an ordinary surgeon. I never visited my mom after George put her into a regular elderly home. As for Ariana, she was asked to either continue her studies or find a job and make an honest living for herself. On a weekend afternoon, I knocked on Nancy's front door again. I smiled as I handed her 500 dollars and a necklace with a golden heart-shaped pendant. "N

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.

She waves her hands in excitement. “We shall trust your judgment, Donna,” Margo gushes and we watch as she sweeps out in a flurry of red chiffon and a clip clop of heels. The cyclone that is Donna Moore. The energy in the room calms and I almost sag with relief. “Is this necessary?” I get off the stool, relieved at being released, feeling like a full-size Barbie doll.

And every time he attended a gathering of the Families, he saw the other Dons with their various canaries, and in a moment of weakness, he had gotten entangled with that little tramp. But he had never thought of abandoning me. In his heart, I was his only queen, his only Donna. He never imagined that a simple craving for a forbidden thrill would destroy seven years of marriage and cost him the most precious woman in his life. "Don, we've found a lead," Antonio, the head of tech, walked in to report. "The Donna's professional credentials were transferred to an international medical research institute." "What institute?" "A top-tier global medical research lab. They have numerous classified pr

“I’ve seen her.” Damon nodded, playing along, though his gut was screaming at him now. “Alright, spill it.” Rose crossed her arms over her chest, her black catsuit hugging every curve, and fixed him with a steady look. “I’m the new Donna of the Manzoni Clan, Damon.” The words hit him like a brick to the face. He froze, his glass halfway to his lips, his eyes popping wide. For a second, he just stared at her, like she’d sprouted horns or turned into a ghost right there in front of him.

But hearing praise from both of them warmed my heart. Leon put down his spoon. He looked at Adrian. "Did Dona contact you?" Leon asked suddenly. Adrian frowned. "Dona?" "Margaret said Dona contacted my office, looking for you." I looked at Adrian. "Who's Dona?" Adrian and Leon exchanged glances. "Dona is our former mistress before you. She's beautiful, ambitious, and knows how to manipulate. She made us break up a few times. But in the end, she just left."

"Crazy bitch, still trying to fight back? You better lick my shoes clean right now. Otherwise, you're not leaving this room today." "You're the crazy one! I'm the Donna of the Rossi family. My husband Vincenzo is Don Rossi, and you're making me lick your shoes?" I thought they'd stop their nonsense once they heard my identity. Instead, they exchanged glances and burst into even wilder laughter. "You really won't give up, will you? You didn't even finish school, you show up at a bar dressed like a hooker, and you dare claim to be the Rossi family's Donna? Aren't you afraid the Don will come after you?"