Josh/donna Fanfic Novels & Stories

“The house. The money. Stability. All I ever wanted in return was a wife who could stand beside me. Be useful. Presentable.” He shook his head. “I told you I’d make you my Donna. That one day, I’d bring you into my world. But look at you now. Do you really think I can?” His eyes swept over me. “Greasy hair, blank-faced and your plus-size. You dressed like you’ve given up. Is that how you think you honor the promise we made to each other? Or are you just trying to humiliate me?” “I didn’t have time for polishing myself. I was already too busy…”

After all, they were all eager to witness the 45-year-old Don marrying the 25-year-old woman who had almost married his son. I wore an ivory-white wedding gown with a 33-foot-long train. Vittore was waiting for me at the altar in a bespoke black suit, his blond hair perfectly slicked back. I could feel his gaze fixed intently on me as I was walking down the aisle toward him while holding Dad's arm. Dad's hand trembled as he placed mine in his, whispering, "Please treat her well, Don Corleone." Vittore remained silent. He simply clasped my hand, holding it firmly.

"Please—please, save my baby. I don't want any inheritance. I just want my baby to be safe!" "I'm the eldest daughter of the Rizzo family. I don't need to fight for some inheritance!" Ashley shoved me off. "You'll say anything now, won't you? I'm telling you—impossible." Then she closed the nurse's station door and turned to look at me. She pulled out her phone and dialed a video call.She pulled out her phone and dialed a video call. "Hey, bro. Janet's about to deliver. You want to see?"

"The next morning, I wanted to resign. You kept me on because you were afraid I'd spread rumors and ruin your reputation. After that, the old Don found out I was pregnant and forced you to register our marriage. "Aido, from beginning to end, I never schemed against you. You just never gave me the chance to explain." Aido looked like he'd been slapped in the face. He stood there speechless for a long moment. Just then, Leo came running out of the firm with his little backpack. He froze when he saw Aido, then quickly moved to stand beside me, his small hand clutching tightly at my skirt. "Don Derocchi," he said softly. "Mamma is doing really well now, and so am I. You don't need to come get us

A year ago, I might have blushed, slipped it on, and waited for him beneath the sheets— his fingers tagging the lace straps down my hips, my breath trembling beneath his mouth, the world narrowing to nothing but his weight, his warmth, his name burning against my throat… Now the lace felt like another trap. When Enzo stepped into the room, his eyes darkened. “You haven’t tried it on?” “I’m tired,” I murmured, folding the sheer fabric back into the box. His brows drew together, concern or irritation—I couldn’t tell. He took a step toward me— And the door slammed open. “Enzo!” Lucia’s voice rang through the hall, breathless. “Someone attacked the south docks—the men need you now.” Of course it

“Good morning, Keira.” Josh’s voice made her smile. She often imagined he was waiting for her, at twenty-eight who knew? Josh had always seemed wary of commitment. “So I take it Don could not convince you to be a good and proper daughter.” He sighed. He was teasing, and his dimples were exposed, followed by a dazzling smile. Josh was tall, standing at 1.85m, with piercing green eyes, and sun-streaked blonde hair. The younger girls usually followed him around, and one would have to be blind not to see their intentions. She met Josh five years ago when she had just turned twenty. She and Don were traveling from town to town as he was stationed all around to establish and recruit new resistanc

one of them sneered. I struggled and screamed, "Let go of me. I'm Liliana Medici. I'm Fabrizio's mother!" Giovanna burst into laughter, as if she had just heard the biggest joke in the world. "Give me a break! Liliana died ten years ago in a fire. With that plastic face of yours, how dare you pretend to be the Donna!" She abruptly released my chin and pulled a dagger from her waist. She crouched down sharply and ripped open the left shoulder of my shirt, exposing the smooth skin after grafting.

He rushed forward, about to announce Lia's disappearance. The doors suddenly swung open. The hall fell silent. "Lia…" my father's face went pale. "What nonsense is this?" Riccardo froze, staring at her. "Lia…" Lia scanned the room, ignoring the sudden intensity in Riccardo's eyes. She spoke loudly, clearly, and deliberately. "Sorry to interrupt your little comedy. I announce that today's Donna ceremony is void." The crowd froze. Lina screamed first. "Bah! Our father is the Don! Who gave you the right to oppose him?"

Hannah tightly grabbed Joshua’s hand and spoke firmly. “Mr. Sheern, Damon already proposed to me, and I said yes. We’re serious about our relationship.” Oh, please. Last night she told me it was just a joke. At this moment, she claimed it was serious? My father glared fiercely at Joshua. Joshua fell to his knees with a thud, leaving everyone completely stunned. With his head still lowered, Joshua said in a trembling voice, “M-Mr. Sheern... I’m sorry...”

In those charged moments when his thumb brushed my pulse? The conversation shifted to shipments and alliances. I retreated to the bed, mind racing. Lila’s text from earlier nagged at me. Girl, you okay? Enzo’s losing it. She’d always been my rock—the one who listened to my fears about being used. But something felt off. Too quick. Too convenient. My phone vibrated again. Another message from an unknown number: Don’t trust the Don. He uses everyone. Come to the lobby. I can get you out.