Rottmnt Donnie X April Novels & Stories

There were very few, only three or four. He had taken more pictures with Julianne in a single day. I burned them and ordered my assistant never to accept anonymous packages again. In my fourth year, I successfully helped Oliver secure control of the Romano family fortune. My name became unassailable in New York. Countless prominent people in the industry sought meetings with me. At a yacht reception, I met Rebecca Smith, the woman who had once worked as Adrian's assistant. She had left him years earlier. From her, I learned what had happened to Adrian.

She leaned in for another kiss, deeper this time, filled with all the love and desire she felt for this man. A sharp knock on the door broke them apart. "Four minutes!" Giulia called out. Luca groaned, resting his forehead against Sofia's. "I love my sister, but right now, I could cheerfully strangle her." Sofia laughed, reluctantly pulling away. "Come on, Don Moretti. We've got an empire to save." They dressed quickly, stealing glances and touches as they moved around each other. Sofia marveled at how natural it felt, how right.

“I have everything planned so don’t worry and let me handle things. You just focus on doing a great job handling the Rivera Stores so when things fizzle out, I can introduce you to the world as my love.” April stepped in front of Colton with seductive eyes. She bit her lower lips and wrapped her arms around his torso. “It’s been so long since I had you inside me. Think we can get one round before returning to those mourners?” Colton smirked. “I’ve waited all day to hear the words. Your wish is always my command.” With that, the couple went into a round of vigorous sexual intercourse which featured April getting bent on her mother’s table as she had coitus while staring at the picture of Anth

“To the new Don and Donna of our family.” The applause was scattered, polite, but heavy with tension. He placed the glass down, retook my hand, and guided me off the stage. Music filled the hall once more, breaking the silence. Strippers climbed polished poles in the corners, drawing eager eyes, while waiters weaved between tables with trays of expensive wine. Leonardo led me around the room, making introductions, shaking hands, exchanging smiles that never reached his eyes. By the time we sat at our table, my feet ached and my nerves were frayed.

“Oh, that’s new. Wilbet only ever buys you ugly tulips. These are…” She plucked a rose, pressing her nose against it. “... expensive.” “Must be from the club committee,” I said quickly. “We’re hosting a fundraiser next week.” Cass gave a low, amused laugh. “Club committee? You sure it’s not someone who’s actually seen you smile?” I shot her a look. “Oh, don’t play coy or dumb with me, Aziza. You and I both know these aren’t from Wilbet. These are from someone. Dare I say... special?

Papa declared, his aged voice brimming with quiet pride. I turned to face the vast, dark assembly. As one, the crowd dropped to a single knee and bowed their heads in absolute fealty. "All hail Donna Corleone!" A deafening roar echoed through the heavens. My gaze cut through the crowd, landing on a black wheelchair in the corner of the piazza. Mia was there, wearing a beautiful dress and clutching her teddy bear, waving at me with all her might. Once the ceremony concluded, my Consigliere approached and handed me a medical report.

The caption read: [The Don says only the ocean blue matches my eyes. The second was a photo of a man’s hand applying ointment to her inner thigh. The pinky ring, symbolizing the Don’s absolute power, stung my eyes. The caption read: [I bumped into something, and the Don insisted on applying the medicine himself. He’s so nervous about me.] I looked at the photos and felt no heartbreak, only a dead, ashen numbness. I had finished packing. All that was left was to deliver the documents for the transfer of the family's core power and get them signed. After that, I would have no ties to this family.

Besides, the Don of Italy was getting married again, so what peasants would dare to walk in here? I was pretty sure the security around would be so tight, considering the last attack that took place here. "Don Roberto and his daughter, Aria." The announcer standing by the doorway announced, and the hall became silent immediately. Only the music could be heard as everyone turned towards us, curiosity in their eyes as they all stared at me. I wasn't exactly a crowd person so I could feel my palms growing sweaty as I tightened my grip on my father's arm. "That's her?" "Ria's cousin?"

My eyes fell to the uneven bruises scattered across my arms before my gaze darkened. "The Donna?" I echoed. Matteo heard the sarcasm in my voice, but he couldn't care less. "Three lives aren't enough to atone for your adultery. What would the Famiglia think of me if I let you go unpunished?" He fell silent for a brief moment as his gaze settled on me. "One year of punishment in exchange for a lifetime as the Donna. It's a fair deal," he said calmly. With that, he casually tossed me a black card. "Go and buy something you like. Think of it as compensation."