Doña Paloma Novels & Stories

Palmer was quiet the whole ride, and even inside the diner, she didn’t say a word while she played with her spoon in the vanilla ice cream they served with the apple pie. “Palmer, what’s wrong?” Daisy asked, pulling her out of her thoughts. “I finally met Christopher, and when I invited him to join us, he rejected the offer,” she replied, taking a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. Daisy chuckled, making Palmer look at her like she was crazy. She looked down at her pie and poked on it hard until it turned into mush.

My hands were shaky as I grabbed my phone to check. The first thing that captured my eye was an image of her on the beach. She wore a blue loosed floral gown that complimented her olive skin, dark shades that covered her eyes with a wide smile plastered on her face as she did the peace sign posing for the camera. She jutted her left hip, putting all her weight on one foot. Rosa was damn beautiful. Apart from this Rosa bore an uncanny resemblance to me, we had the same big bright eyes, puckered lips, similar dentition and even up to our physiques. I couldn't make sense of that. I read about her about her bsaic information about where she was born and what school she attended.

I interrupted him and said, "Maybe I should remind you that the Don killed my parents. He orchestrated that 'car accident' 12 years ago because my parents discovered something they shouldn't have: his deal with a federal judge. He needed scapegoats to cover up three murders." The twins froze. "They didn't betray anyone." My voice was calm because I had run out of tears 12 years ago. "They were just the scapegoats the Don had chosen. He staged their fake escape, arranged the crash, and killed my parents." A long, suffocating silence followed. The garden roses swayed in the evening breeze, their fragrance almost overwhelming. Finally, Dante staggered to his feet. He looked into my eyes for a v

But I wasn't crying. I walked to the edge of his hospital bed. And dropped to my knees. The sound of my kneecaps hitting the marble floor was sharp and clean. "Dante." I called him by his name. Not the Don. "Please." "Dominic took my brother onto a black-market ship." "If we don't get there soon, they'll harvest his organs while he's still alive." "I'm begging you to save him." I pressed my forehead to the floor. Pain shot through my skull and radiated to the back of my head.

"Isabella, don't be angry. I'm going to explain everything." "Three years ago, I went after Vivian. She turned me down." "For her image, she demanded I give up being the Don. I couldn't do that." "She got vicious. Said if I weren't a Don, no woman would ever love me." "I wanted to prove her wrong. To get back at her. So I..." He trailed off, like the rest hurt to say. I clenched my teeth. My voice came out poisonous. "So the noble Don Angelo decided to throw his love at some peasant girl, Isabella."

When she hung the pendant around my neck, there was a sadness in her eyes that I couldn’t understand at the time. Even now, I still couldn't forget the way she looked when she said those words. Just as I was lost in thought, Donna Moretti suddenly brought up Mamma. “Do you miss your mother, Miss Bianca? I heard the late Donna Vitale was an extraordinary woman. I also heard that you want to take over the family business someday. Was that inspired by Donna Vitale?” The atmosphere in the living room instantly froze.

The restorative broth she always made, infused with her secret blend of calming herbs to ease his headaches, was not waiting for him on the black walnut table. "Butler! I was handling dirty business tonight. Why is the hall as empty as a goddamn tomb? Why is nothing prepared?!" He slammed the button on the internal communicator, his voice carrying the Don's innate authority. "Apologies, Don. Everything you require upon returning late... the Donna always prepared it herself. We... we didn't know." "And that restorative broth you like, the Donna found the special herbs for it herself. To ensure it wouldn't upset your stomach, she would watch over the stove in the kitchen for four hours straigh

"A $4 million debt stole her freedom One reckless slap changed her life forever." Valentina Russo refused to bow before the most feared man in the underworld—Don Damiano Moretti. Instead of killing her, he made her an offer she couldn’t escape: become his wife… or watch her family burn. Trapped in a gilded prison, Valentina vows to hate the ruthless mafia king who stole her freedom. But Damiano isn’t after obedience he wants her heart, her fire, and her surrender. As deadly enemies close in and buried secrets threaten to destroy them, passion ignites into obsession. In a world ruled by blood, power, and betrayal, can the Don’s captive become the only queen capable of conquering the b

She maybe see, that I saw it, that's why she hide it from her back. Noire's brows got interact again. He's getting more and more serious! Poor Petra. She composed herself once again, and let a fake cough before saying the very great news once again. "Your Highness, I would like to inform you, that your sister, Princess Paloma Ursula, just arrived from the dens of Villa Monsanto," I think my heart just walk out from me, and it feels like my froze as I heard her name. Paloma Ursula is finally here!