Jennifer Donnelly Books Novels & Stories

she whispered, her tone laced with possessiveness, each syllable a soft stab to my heart. For one heartbeat, I stood still. Moments before, the warmth of Don's presence had enveloped me, his eyes blazing through each wall I had so meticulously constructed. But Jennifer's unexpected entrance slammed reality back into place, like a door slamming home. All the hushed rumors, all the nights he had spent out of sight from prying eyes, and all the tales of women like her came back to taunt me all at once.

damien : are you the one who planned attack on srinithi Jennifer : obviously its me damien : I told you not to hurt her Jennifer : I also told you to make her yours as soon as possible because you know about me I hate when someone takes what is mine damien : if you love him settle with him what this little girl done Jennifer : I don't care about anything I just want him if you want her to be safe protect her by taking her away from him as long as she is with him I don't mind killing her anytime because don is mine I killed every girl who entered in his life but this girl is escaping always damien : your stupid attempt harmed don Jennifer : I know it made my anger more and more damien : jenni

From years ago. The first time he saw me. In the library. I was carrying a stack of books and bumped into him. They scattered all over the floor. He helped me pick them up, smiling. "Hey, you sure read a lot." Sunlight streamed through the window, lighting up his face. Gentle. Clean. It was all a lie. All of it. So why did it still hurt? Three months later, Jason died on the streets of Italy. The news came while I was signing a multinational acquisition agreement.

I could feel death breathing down my neck. Just then, Enzo suddenly reached out and stopped her. "Wait. Don Medici isn't back yet. He needs to decide this himself." "Let him decide?" Giovanna raised an eyebrow. "You think he'd believe this old woman's nonsense?" "No matter what, we can't kill her," Enzo said firmly. "Don Medici is extremely sensitive about anything related to the Donna. If she really has some kind of background, we can't afford the consequences." Giovanna shot me a vicious glare and put the dagger away. "Fine! We'll let her live for now. When the Don gets here, we'll see how he deals with this liar."

I thought being with him for six years, I could see when Leo was born, but everything has gotten worse. "CJ! Come to the kitchen!" Hearing Thea call out to me. "I'll be right there!" I let out a breath and calmed my heart. I have to stop this madness of thinking of that bastard Eddie when Don is here. Ha, what do I think about Don's concern about Eddie? It's my business, not his. To this day, I will never fall in love until I can settle myself peacefully.

"Three years, and you're still so vulgar, Elena? You married into the Moretti family for money back then, and now every word out of your mouth is still about money?" A cool, distant female voice came from across the line, tinged with a hint of pity and displeasure, "Elena, since you're the Donna of the Moretti family, you must learn to be composed. You can't measure everything with money. That's too vulgar." When I heard that condescending tone, I couldn't help but snap back, "That was my father's life!" "Enough," Lorenzo cut me off. "I didn't wire the money because you didn't drink enough. Also, you broke two of my precious bottles of whiskey.

Santino's POV Santino stood before the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, his long fingers drumming restlessly on the mahogany desk. As night fell, his agitation grew. Getting rid of Jessy was just the first step. Now, he had to get back what was truly his. His top aide entered and handed him a top-secret file. "Don, we've found the Donna. She's in Lumina, on the West Coast. She opened an art gallery." He opened the file. The first thing he saw was a telephoto shot.

” “Right, Ms. Klein. You called earlier to confirm. This way, we have the best donors in the state. I’m sure you’ll find someone to fertilize that egg!” “Right.” I nod as she stands and signals us to follow. She’s overly enthusiastic, like those annoying gym receptionists at 5:00 a.m. I haven’t had coffee—turn the pep down, Becky. I chuckle as we walk through the hallways to a lounge. She tells us to sit and says someone will be with us soon. A few minutes later, a woman in a green suit enters. She smiles and approaches us. “Hi, I’m Harriet Stenet, your donor liaison.”

I would have facepalmed if I could. "Get the news of Don's fucking murder out of the news. I don't want any investigation to start." "Not like there would be," she scoffed. "Let's just say Don didn't have many fans, so no one is really crying over him." Sure, no one was yet until some people started to. I wasn't going to wait till that happened before taking action. "Just do your job, Claire. You might as well do the one thing you know how to do well."

Isabella Agent Morrison approached with her tablet, her expression grave. "We've confirmed the body is not Catalina Russo. The victim was a thirty-eight-year-old homeless woman named Jennifer Martinez. Cause of death was drug overdose…..likely forced……followed by three gunshot wounds post-mortem to match Sofia's shooting pattern." Sofia made a small sound of horror. "I shot a ….a corpse? She was already dead when I….." "You shot someone you believed was threatening your sister," Dante said gently. "Someone who staged everything perfectly to make you think you'd killed her. Sofia, this isn't on you. This is….."