Donna Vanliere Books In Order Novels & Stories

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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.

Elena's POV In the first year of our marriage, Lorenzo Moretti publicly announced that I wouldn't be the Donna of the Moretti family. Instead, he made me do the work of a maid for a dollar per task. I worked myself to the bone, injuring my back. On rainy days, I would shake from the pain. In the second year of our marriage, the Moretti family's casino in Lavergo opened, and I was called in to work as a dealer. I was paid five dollars a night.

I came home after a meeting with the Vitale Family's capos and carried Elena from the front door all the way into the living room. Her legs were wrapped around my waist as she leaned in to kiss me. Just as I was about to kiss her back, I spotted a cream pastry on the table. Elena and I were both allergic to cream. In seven years of marriage, nothing made with cream had ever entered this estate. “Who bought this?” Elena paused for a moment, then tightened her arms around my neck. “Sophia brought it last night and forgot to take it with her.” But in the early hours of yesterday, I’d been at a dock three hundred miles away, watching Sophia sign off on a sealed shipment. That was the mom

LORIAH “Mama, where are you?” “Loriah, take your sister and get the hell out of that house.” She says frantically. “Mrs. Von Hale is dead and Zakari is out for blood.” For a second, rage cuts through my panic. “So you knew about this? Where are you?” “I can’t say anything right now” She mutters hysterically. “I had to get out. Zakari is unstable. He will kill me if he finds out where I am.”

He didn’t want the bond. That shit ended today. He turned back to walk to the middle of the atrium, to the librarian’s desk and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. Miss Donovan was a vampire who had been the librarian here probably since the old building had been built. She knew everything about everything and would know that one of the books on his list had nothing to do with any of his subjects. “I need these books and others on those subjects,” he told her. Miss Donovan didn’t cower. She was probably one of the few people who didn’t reek of fear when he spoke to them. She took the paper from him without a word and started typing something on her computer.

He'd brought the sixteen-year-old orphan into his home, vowing to protect her for the rest of her life. At first, I'd felt sorry for her. I'd tried to be her friend, to help her adjust to life in the mafia world. But slowly, things changed. Lilian learned to weaponize her fragility. She'd tell him lies about how I treated her, and he'd always believe her. Every time there was a choice between us, he chose her. He missed our engagement anniversary because Lilian had a nightmare. He canceled our honeymoon plans because Lilian was "too scared" to be alone while we were gone.

Saturday morning, after breakfast, Don gave Caroline the three books together. Not the individual copies, which she had received over the years of their publication—The Inside Account in the fifteenth year, The Ground Keeps in the sixteenth, The Emergent World in the eighteenth. She had read each one when it was published, had written to them about each one, and had discussed them with Ernest and Don on subsequent visits. But Don had had a set bound together: The Inside Account and The Ground Keeps and The Emergent World in a single volume, the three books bound in dark green leather with a title stamped in gold on the spine: THE INSIDE ACCOUNT / THE GROUND KEEPS / THE EMERGENT WORLD.

“She’s the housemaid. What are you doing here?” “I—” “She thought something was forgotten,” Viola interrupted smoothly. “So she brought it over. That’s all.” Viola’s words were just vague enough to give the crowd a story they could twist. Someone laughed behind a champagne flute. “We almost thought she was your secret Donna, Adrian. Imagine the scandal.” Adrian stepped forward, his voice strong and practiced. “My secret Donna? Her?” His gaze dragged over me, slow and deliberate. “Why would my Donna be someone like… that?”

Lia destroyed everything she could get her hands on in the living room once Vittore's lawyer arrived. She was shouting so loudly that I could hear her screams through the door. "Who does that bitch think she is? She must have drugged Vittore—or maybe she just went down on him! That slutty, low-life whore!" Dad barked, "Shut it, Lia! Do you want the entire city of Nova Tork to hear this?"