Novel & Cerita Doña Paloma

"Exactly," Liliana supported. "But how would you cheat on someone like the Don? He is like a freaking god. Have you seen him?" Paloma asked. Liliana nodded. "Yeah, that's a valid question." "If I was in her shoes, I would never try that. Dante is not even half as hot as the Don," Paloma said, facing the counter. Liliana scoffed. "You are checking out the Don now?" "Yeah, why not? I mean all the females in this mansion must have checked him out once, at least. It shows that we are flesh and blood," Paloma said.

His brow furrowed as he studied me, confusion flickering in his eyes. "Victor," he muttered, his gaze flicking back to Sophia. "Is she...?" he wondered. "Yes," I snapped, taking a step closer, my gun pointed straight at him. His eyes widened as the realization dawned on him, his grip on the saw loosening slightly. Every cartel knew the legend of Victor's woman, the one no one was to touch. "I didn’t know," Junior stammered, his voice filled with sincerity as his eyes darted between me and Sophia.

Stop that. "You girls look stunning," Paloma tells us with a wide smile. I thank her warmly and Mary follows my lead. Mom says nothing. In fact, she acts like she didn't say a thing. Adamo and dad discuss a few matters quietly and a little bit away from us. I don't catch a word they're saying. Then again, I'm not too interested in business matters. I won't ever get involved with them, so why should I care? "You must be so happy for Rita," Paloma tells my sister. "You weren't at the cathedral, I noticed. Oh, she looked stunning. Straight out of a fairytale story!"

Paloma shrieked in surprise, jumping slightly before turning to see her father’s grinning face. “Ah! Father!” she called out, half-laughing and half-scolding as she scrambled to her feet. Mr. Sebastian laughed and scooped her up into his arms, spinning her around once. “You really thought you could hide from me, little one?” he teased, tapping her nose. “I almost did!” Paloma beamed proudly, wrapping her arms around his neck. ….…… “Stir it slowly, sweetheart,” Amara said, guiding Paloma’s small hand over the bowl.

“What is all this?” But she didn’t answer, “Don’t they look absolutely beautiful?” She asked, skimming through the clothes. They did, I couldn’t lie, they also looked expensive. What was he trying to do with this? Only moments ago he had joked that I wasn’t used to a room like this and now what? He was sending expensive dresses? I shook my head, “Nonna Rosa, I don’t think I can accept…” “Cara Mia (my dear)…”, she looked at me affectionately.

"No need to worry, Don Valeri. I'm just a secretary." For a brief moment, his chest seemed to tighten. He stepped into the rain and gripped my hand. "Tonight was my fault, but I can't lose Sofia. Whatever you've suffered, I'll make it right. Don't be stubborn." I yanked my hand free and took a few steps back. My voice was calm and flat. "Don Valeri, you must be joking. How could I ever be cross with you or Ms. Costa? I was naive before and didn't know my place. From now on, I'll remember I'm just your secretary and won't disturb you again. Are you satisfied?"

By the fourth morning, when I saw the unfamiliar breakfast on the dining table, I could no longer hold back and swept the plates off the table in one swipe. “What is this! Where’s Arabella? Tell her to get down here and make me herbal tea!” I flew into a rage at the new cook. My butler, Marco, stood by nervously, trying to remind me. "Boss...the Donna... she's been gone for three days." My entire body stiffened, and a sharp, twisting pain shot through my stomach.

I didn't even bother checking the caller ID before I answered. "I'm going to Castenia. You'll never find me!" I snapped. There was a beat of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by an older man's voice as he said, "Ms. Selena Romano? I'm George Luccasio, the Don of the Luccasio family. I was wondering if you'd like to meet up for a chat." "Don Luccasio, hi. I didn't tell anyone about the scandal. I know that would be a death wish, so I only sent the picture to you and no one else. Frank refuses to leave me alone, so I…"

To repay Victor for saving my life, I gave up a brilliant career as one of America's finest neurosurgeons and willingly became his trophy wife. For seven years, Victor lavished money on me and treated me with bone-deep tenderness. Yet his obsessive rules suffocated me. Every other week, I had to subject my scalp to agonizing bleach treatments to keep my hair icy platinum. I had to bathe in a discontinued Venetian white iris perfume. And I had to wear a fake beauty mark at the corner of my right eye. I once mistook it all for the obsessive devotion of a Mafia Don. Then, on the eve of our wedding of the century, I found a wall covered with portraits of another woman. The measurements of my gow

“Are you having fun?” I flinched, then relaxed as I realized it was my best friend speaking to me. Summoning a fake smile, I gave her a nod and she beamed at me with perfect teeth, making a pang of jealousy punch me in the stomach. Paloma Censori was everything I was not. Rich, nepo baby with full golden blonde hair that shimmered in the light and a perfect body shape that made the men oogle in desire. Paloma turned to the clock and her sunshine smile widened into a grin.