Jared Donalson Novels & Stories

"I got a message from Jared telling me he's in Don's room right now! Please tell me he's still in the sanitarium!" I heard his car horn blaring through the phone, followed by his angry shout. "Get out of the way, you abominable bastard!" He was clearly driving, and from the sound of it, driving fast. "He escaped," Jason confirmed with tension. "I'm close to the hospital." I hung up, my emotions threatening to overwhelm me. Fear, anxiety, and tension all swirling together into a nauseating cocktail. My heart sank when I saw Jared emerging from Don's room, casually putting his hands in the pockets of his black coat, hospital clothes visible underneath.

"Oh, right. Don Rossi said he's taking me to tonight's negotiation. Since nobody is waiting for you at home anyway, once you get back to the estate, wash the carpets by hand. "The red wine you splashed during your last tantrum is still there. Don Rossi said it annoys him every time he sees it." Unlike before, I didn't glare at her coldly and simply nodded. "Okay." She was clearly satisfied with my obedient response and let out a disdainful snort. "So you've finally learned. And don't forget, even though you used to be the Costa family's principessa, you're still a long way from becoming our don's donna."

"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…" The cogs in my brain turned furiously now that I was facing the actual Don, scrambling to churn out ways for me to tell him I didn't want trouble and that I wished to be spared. But George surprised me when he cut me off courteously, "Calm down, child. I swear to God I won't hurt you. I heard about what went down between you and Frank. "Perhaps you and I are on the same side. You know Frank isn't my biological son, and as things were, I've left my business in Armtesia alone for too long. I reached out because

Elena's breathing exercises. In for four. Hold for seven. Out for eight. It didn't help. Nothing helped when the weight of everything came crashing down. I was going to marry Dante Moretti. The man whose family my father had murdered. The man who'd looked at me tonight with pure hatred burning in his dark eyes. The man who'd wrapped his hands around my throat and made me feel something other than guilt for the first time in five years.” My phone buzzed. Unknown number. “This wasn't my idea. But I'll make it work. Three months. Then you're mine. - DM”

Marriage with him was like selling myself to the devil. Dante Romano, the don of La corona silenziosa—the silent crown. There were rumors he had killed his entire family just to get the Don position. Personally, it didn’t make sense for a fourteen-year-old kid to kill his entire family for a position. But rumors are rumors, which have slight truths in them at the very least. Two truths, one lie. I looked at him and at the paper. “I am never getting married to you.” “You say it like you have a choice or something?”

Three Years Ago The villa smelled like cigars and old money. My uncle sat at the head of the long marble table, swirling a glass of Barolo like it held answers. I sat across from him, jacket off, sleeves rolled, trying not to look like I was bracing for impact. He didn’t speak for a while. Just watched me. “You’re twenty-eight,” he said finally. “I’m aware.” “You’re the Don.” “Also aware.” He leaned forward. “And you have no heir.”

The surgery blade in his hand flashed under the cold light. "Don Marino, the Donna's indicators have all come back positive. Her immune system has been suppressed to its lowest point. We can start removing her kidney." "Do it," Ernest spat out the words coldly. The anesthesiologist walked slowly toward me and came closer to my spine with a long, thick needle. "Relax, Donna Marino. It will be over very soon." When the needle pierced my skin, I closed my eyes and started a silent countdown. Three. Two. One.

My hands were still trembling, the paper of the restraining order crinkling under my grip when Jared stepped in. "Mr. Dean." Jared moved smoothly, his tall frame slicing right between Dean and me. He held his hand out, his posture relaxed, almost lazy. "Jared Donovan. I don't believe we have had the pleasure to meet." Dean tore his cold, threatening gaze away from me and stared at Jared, blinking in confusion. Jared was wearing a bright, dazzling, almost blinding smile.

CALLUM Jayden, the only guy in our group who isn't afraid to speak his mind even when being stared at by three females. He is blonde like me and he has deep blue eyes, more deeper than mine that tends to change colors everytime. Sometimes I think his eyes are purple. He is a 6 feet 2 and very athletic, if you know what I mean. He isn't on the football or basket ball team in the school because he doesn't like them. But he goes to the gym a lot and he spends his time in a boxing arena during weekends. He wrestles sometimes too. He lives with his mum and his elder sister. His dad, let's just say some where in the world like my dad neglecting his duties. He changes phones too much just like tash

I squinted my eyes and looked toward the source of that shout. Across the road, Daniel stood beside a car. His suit was wrinkled. His eyes were bloodshot, and there was a layer of stubble on his chin. He looked grim and disheveled, a far cry from his once-refined and noble self. He stormed across the street in long strides and shoved the young actor aside while reaching out to drag me with him. "You're coming home with me!"