Doña Paloma Novels & Stories

My buddy said smirking. "Next, Jack Paloma is the business tycoon who scrutinized everyone before signing a contract with his business partners. Well, everyone knows about that now! He is a widow who raised his three children uptight making them finish their studies and become successful. He owns all the Paloma Motors Inc. and Sierra Hotels and Casino outside the country. He is well-known as a swag businessman! He won the bidding to supply cars for all Vida and Hotels." He stops and stared at me reading the last phrase again. "What the fuck! How did that happen?" I ask confused.

"Alessia, you think you're safe just because you're hiding on Dragon Island?" "I'm not hiding," I replied. "This is my home." "Your home?" Silvia laughed even louder. "You, a mixed-blood with no dragon power, dare to call Dragon Island your home?" Paolo raised his hand to stop her. "Ms. Romano," he greeted me. Even though his tone was more polite than Silvia's, his eyes were just as cold. "In all the 30 years I have worked for Don Fontana, I have never heard of an outsider with no dragon power becoming his mate. If anything, this is against the rules."

The roses kept coming. Monday: White roses, two dozen, perfect and elegant. Wednesday: Red roses, symbolism so obvious it made Julia blush. Friday: Pink roses with a card this time. Just two words in bold, masculine handwriting: **Soon, dolcezza.** Julia stared at the card, her heart racing. Dolcezza. The same endearment Massimo had used on the dance floor. So the flowers were from him. Of course they were. Who else would send dozens of expensive roses to a broke college student? "This is insane," Kate said, examining the latest bouquet with a mixture of awe and concern. "Jules, these probably cost more than our monthly food budget. Combined."

Today, she must play happily, through today she will forget this person, forget the fun she used to have, return to the life that belongs to her. Walking in the market, through the bustling crowd, Palomas Blancas stood in front of a small stall selling food made from sugar, she excitedly called: "Come here, you see, this dish looks delicious." “Girl, buy one!” The shopkeeper smiled and handed her a sugar candy with the image of a goddess. Palomas Blancas took it, licked it hard, and handed it to the man beside him. “It's delicious, you should try it…” He carefully licked it lightly, his expression extremely painful pushing her arm that was holding the sugar candy. "What's so strange about th

he whispers in my ear. "Forever and always," I say with a small smile as we walk up to the people. "Hello Niko," Luca says, "This is my wife Natalia, Natalia this is one of our allies he's the Russian Mafia's Leader and The women on his arm is his wife Katina Smirnov," "nice to meet you guys," I say putting on a smile for show. "you as well I would love to introduce you to the other mafia wives I'm sure they would be excited to know who finally tied down the Infamous Luca Lombardi," Katina says.

And I would honor that choice by winning. We arrived at the council chambers just as the sun began to set. The building was a fortress of glass and steel, built by the families decades ago. Inside, the five Dons of the city waited. Marco Castellano was already there, his presence a reassuring anchor. And in the center of the room, at a table draped in black, sat the duplicate. She was wearing my face. She was wearing my clothes. But she wasn't wearing my life. Not yet. "Essa Kane." The eldest Don, a man named Salvatore Greco, spoke from his throne-like chair. "You've requested an audience with the council. State your purpose."

Dark hair, sharp eyes, an easy confidence that rubbed me wrong immediately. He extended a hand. “Matteo Costello,” he said. “Your wife’s best friend.” The words barely registered before Vittoria spoke. “Grow up.” Matteo chuckled "Do you prefer BFF? or maybe bestie? She didn’t look annoyed. She looked… comfortable. "Oh shut up" Vittoria rolled her eyes That bothered me more than it should have. “Don Nikolai De Luca,” I replied coolly, shaking his hand once. “you can call me Don Niko”

"You bet. That girl became even more arrogant when she became the owner of Don Facundo's former resort." "Oh, it came as no surprise to us that Don Facundo's resort would be Carmelita's; she's the old man's mistress, after all." Of course, it was said that the old man sold the resort to Carmelita before she left the country. But the truth is that it was a payment from the old man who told her to keep quiet and not spread the word that they were together. You know, Don Facundo's wife, Donya Marta, would also be hurt. The husband and wife are always fighting because of that girl."

I feel very welcome and almost as part of the family. "This food is amazing Paloma, like seriously good. I mean I shouldn't be eating half of it, but damn it's just too good". I lick some guacamole off my finger, before taking a big bite of the taco. "Oh aren't you an encanto ... it's not really anything special". Paloma says, looking very happy. "Just everyday food". I chuckle. "Oh believe me, to me this is something special. I can't cook at all".