Donna Trope Novels & Stories

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.

“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?"

"Consigliere, I want a divorce from Cassius. I’m handing back all the businesses under my name. Draft up the papers." The old Consigliere frowned. "Camilla, this marriage keeps the peace between our two families. Can you think this over?" I was the frontwoman for Cassius Marino’s dirty empire for three years. In the shadows, I was this cold-blooded Don's legal wife. A month ago, a Mexican cartel kidnapped me. That night, the cartels blew up my husband's secure line, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom. He let it ring. They ended up throwing me into an abandoned meat locker in freezing temperatures. I almost froze to death. Luckily, a butcher stumbled in and dragged me out just in time.

"Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!" I chuckled softly, amused by his pathetic attempts at redemption. Unintentional? Was that his excuse? My gaze remained on the apple as I asked, my tone calm, almost curious, "Unintentional, you say?" He stammered, but I didn’t need his explanation. I already knew the truth. His hands didn’t "accidentally" steal an entire shipment of guns. I set the apple down, finally meeting his terrified eyes. The fear in them was satisfying—a reminder that betrayal in my world came with a steep price.

When I walked out of the hospital clutching the miscarriage report, dazed and hollow, my husband Enzo called. "Feeling any better? I'll send a car for you. Corinne, you know that as my Donna, you have to follow the family rules. I can't bend them just because of your old stomach issues." "And don't blame Elara. She was only doing what she was told." I answered flatly, "Okay." He laughed. "That's my good girl." What Enzo didn't know was that it wasn't just a stomachache. I'd lost the baby. Three hours earlier, when the pain had become unbearable and I tried to leave, Elara had stopped me: "Ten more minutes, Corinne. You shouldn't put Enzo in a difficult position over something so trivial." En

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.”

The Moretti family had one unwritten rule. To officially take the reigning Donna’s place, the Don’s new lover had to command her three times publicly—and be obeyed without question. The day Raffaele Moretti brought Gianna into the council chamber, she gave me her first order. “Take off your wedding ring and put it on my finger.” The entire family waited for me to lose my mind. After all, I had fought at Raffaele’s side through eight years of bloodshed and helped the family’s bastard son become its Don. Everyone was certain I would never bow to Gianna. But without a word, I slipped off the ring and slid it onto her finger as every capo watched. Raffaele leaned back in his chair at the head of

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: "And don't come near me again."