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she said. Vaeron said nothing. But something in his chest cracked and he whispered: “She’s remembering who she is.” Deep in the Deadwood, they howl without sky. No moons. No law. Outcasts among outcasts. I came to them bleeding. They laughed, they bared teeth. But when I spoke, the ground trembled. And they bowed. “Luna of No One,” they said and gave me their dead. The night was quiet. Too quiet. Seris struck while I slept. No blade. Just words.

After being rescued by Spencer, Lucy believed she would one day become Donna, always identifying herself as such. One day while drunk, she was used as a gift in a deal to be sent to the bed of a 60-year-old powerful man. Afterward, Lucy agitatedly screamed, only to be met with Spencer's nonchalant reply, "I don't keep idle people around. You can leave if you want, but give back everything I gave you." Thinking she could become Donna, Lucy had spent lavishly and recklessly. She thought Spencer would indulge her like Asher, but she did not realize that Spencer had secretly assigned a price to everything.

"Following the rules now only begins to repay what you did before. "It doesn't earn you another chance with me." "I understand." He stepped back behind the line. As he walked away, his hand closed into a fist at his side—not in anger, but in the kind of helplessness Lucas Visconti had never shown anyone in his life. He was learning what it felt like to want something he couldn't command. That evening, Noah disappeared. The dispatch center received a video of him bound in the old port's east warehouse, with an explosive device beside him.

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.

Janet's POV The fake body was prepared with painstaking detail. Silicone skin. Blood bags inside. Temperature simulation. Lying in the morgue cooler, it was indistinguishable from the real thing. I sat in the surveillance room, watching the monitors. My father sat beside me, holding my hand. "Any regrets?" he asked. "About what?" "About marrying him." I thought for a moment, then shook my head. "No. At least now I know what people are really made of."

However, she still smiled and nodded, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You too. Get some rest.” Then she turned and left. Once her figure had disappeared from the doorway, Paul immediately called his aide. “Why is Emily’s number invalid? Has our intelligence system failed, or did the donna disappear and I’m the last to know?” His voice was cold as ice, sending a chill down the aide’s spine. “Don Garcia, actually, on the day you entered surgery, we already received news that Donna Emily had left the country. But during this time, you were…”

I could feel death breathing down my neck. Just then, Enzo suddenly reached out and stopped her. "Wait. Don Medici isn't back yet. He needs to decide this himself." "Let him decide?" Giovanna raised an eyebrow. "You think he'd believe this old woman's nonsense?" "No matter what, we can't kill her," Enzo said firmly. "Don Medici is extremely sensitive about anything related to the Donna. If she really has some kind of background, we can't afford the consequences." Giovanna shot me a vicious glare and put the dagger away. "Fine! We'll let her live for now. When the Don gets here, we'll see how he deals with this liar."

"Send them away. Notify DeLuca security—they are intruders if they approach again." "Do you wish to leave them a message?" I nodded, voice steady. "Tell them—they've received the wedding invitation. If they want to see that day alive, they will behave." The assistant raised a brow, but bowed respectfully. "As you wish, Donna." Not long after, Eric entered, satellite phone in hand, exuding a cold intensity. "You're calm," he noted, eyes assessing me. "Shouldn't I be?" I asked. He set the phone down, moved closer, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear—gentle, in stark contrast to the icy tone he'd used on the phone.

The flicker of a smile she was trying to hide. “What are you doing here?” she asked, voice pitched high. I stood slowly, my knees aching, and handed her the envelope. “Adrian texted. Said something important was left at the house.” Someone whispered, “Who is she?” Then louder, “Mrs. Kane?” And laughter. “Our charming Don Kane has a secret Donna?” “No—” Adrian stepped off the stage. “No,” he said again, firmer this time. “She’s the housemaid. What are you doing here?”

"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