Donnie April Novels & Stories

He rushed forward, about to announce Lia's disappearance. The doors suddenly swung open. The hall fell silent. "Lia…" my father's face went pale. "What nonsense is this?" Riccardo froze, staring at her. "Lia…" Lia scanned the room, ignoring the sudden intensity in Riccardo's eyes. She spoke loudly, clearly, and deliberately. "Sorry to interrupt your little comedy. I announce that today's Donna ceremony is void." The crowd froze. Lina screamed first. "Bah! Our father is the Don! Who gave you the right to oppose him?"

After all, they were all eager to witness the 45-year-old Don marrying the 25-year-old woman who had almost married his son. I wore an ivory-white wedding gown with a 33-foot-long train. Vittore was waiting for me at the altar in a bespoke black suit, his blond hair perfectly slicked back. I could feel his gaze fixed intently on me as I was walking down the aisle toward him while holding Dad's arm. Dad's hand trembled as he placed mine in his, whispering, "Please treat her well, Don Corleone." Vittore remained silent. He simply clasped my hand, holding it firmly.

"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.

He thought my silence was rejection. "Dante—" "When you're ready," he said, and his voice was steady again, controlled, the Don's mask sliding back into place even as his eyes still burned with everything he'd confessed. He released me slowly, gently, and the space between us opened up like a wound. "I'll be here." "Boss." Marco's voice was pained, apologetic, but urgent. "Intercept team's in position. Sophia's convoy is three minutes out." Dante straightened. The shift was brutal in its completeness—the man who'd just laid his soul bare, vanishing behind the Don's cold authority. He turned toward the elevator, his posture already locked into battle mode.

Only the top one stands out to me. WHERE ARE YOU?! Donnie SOS

Melanie’s POV “That is so hot!” April exclaimed. “Why have you been hiding him from us?” I didn’t know I was obligated to report to them. “More like I’ve been monopolizing her time,” Adriano said. “I miss her when she’s not with me so we’ve been spending all our free time together.” “That’s understandable,” April said. Hayley, who had been quiet finally asked, “If you don’t mind me asking, what do you do for a living, Adriano?”

the Don only says after which the guard bows and runs back again while talking through his earpiece. Some minutes later the door is thrown open and Alessandro Fabiano appears in all his glory with a face that had murderous anger written all over! While another guard leads Daniella´s driver and Jimmy out of the door Alessandro walked over to his ANgel and took her into his arms and inhaled her scent to calm him down. ¨Well since we are all together now let the fun begin! …..Don Alessandro I have a proposal for you!¨ Don Saphira started.

She kissed me then, slow and certain, the kind of kiss that made the world tilt. And I thought, for the first time in years, that maybe forever wasn’t a myth. That night, we cooked together in the villa’s kitchen. Holly chopped vegetables, Dante burned garlic, Santino poured wine like it was strategy. The staff watched from the doorway, smiling, whispering. The Don was laughing. The Don was living. The Don was in love. We ate under the stars, the sea whispering below, the air warm and full of promise. And I thought:

People change—especially when their hearts get crushed. "If you apologize to Sofia and admit you were wrong, the wedding goes on as planned." He said it slowly, like he knew he was pushing it. I froze, then smiled sweetly. "Alright. I'll apologize. I won't upset either of you again." Adriano nodded, satisfied—but something flickered behind his eyes. He could tell something was off. He just didn't know what. Right then, one of his capos—Paolo—pushed in. "Don, your madre's here."

Don Daniels was a man who liked to surround himself with classy and sophisticated women. Dawn had only known the polished and vicious side of women growing up all his life. They might be soft and demure on the outside, but there were also thorns or poisoned barbs behind those pretty smiles. One could never be too careful around women as they have the ability to disarm a man.