Doña Paloma Novels & Stories

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.

The silence was worse than the gunfire had been. I stood at the shattered bar cart, surrounded by broken crystal and the metallic tang of spent ammunition, and listened to the penthouse breathe. Dante's men moved in quiet currents around me—sweeping glass, securing the hallway, dragging the last of Enzo's failed assault team toward the service elevator. No one spoke to me. No one looked at me directly. I was the Don's woman, and the Don was gone, and that made me something between royalty and a widow in waiting.

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”

Mya stood up, walked towards Paloma under the gaze of the crowd, her eyes filled with anger. Paloma didn't mind and sarcastically said, "If you have a clear conscience, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door. Did I hit a nerve? Your performance in business may not be great, but you sure know how to seduce people. I can already imagine what your children will be like in the future..." With a loud smack, the woman's face was harshly slapped to the side!

"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."

"And it's okay. I am not easily offended" "I hope your girlfriend is okay now and that she can come live with you soon". Paloma says softly. I smile at her. "She is okay, so hopefully ... when she is done with school". "School, did he say School". Abuela is pulling Paloma's sleeve. "Isn't he a bit too … old to be dating School girls'' I try not to laugh. "She is in college Abuela, don't worry I am not some dangerous pervert". "So ... a career woman I take it". The old woman says, sounding like it's a very bad thing. "No ... you need a woman to care for you and feed you, a good woman".