The Donna’s Choice Novels & Stories

I had lunch with Dean before meeting Shawna at the mall after seeing the doctor and starting birth control pills. I had mentioned to Shawna that I wanted to appear a little bit prettier and less tomboyish. Years of pressure from my mother had convinced me to go, but I didn't want to dress the way she did—in tight, revealing attire and plenty of makeup. I needed to strike a balance between wanting to be more girly and remaining true to myself.

This wasn’t the time to become self-aware. “I’m joking,” August laughed. “But I don’t see the harm in seeing if there could be something between us.” Straight forward, I kinda liked that. A smirk of my own appeared. “We’ll see.” I wasn’t sure what I was really supposed to call August. All I knew was that my new… situationship I guess, was my daughter’s choice. Hopefully, Aaliyah chose right.

Every time she felt she had finally gotten close to Thomas, Florencia was always lurking somewhere, especially with Matilda Donovan, Thomas's mother, and the Luna of the evergreen pack. Maryanne sighed. She had left her wealth and her glorious family background to come and live and work with Thomas Donovan who had been her crush and obsession since her college days. Thomas was a bully and he was rude, yet she still managed to fall deeply in love with him. Thomas had never treated her nicely except he wanted her to teach Florencia something she was able to master about the computers in their company. Maryanne was a true prodigy in computers but she had somehow trained Florencia to become her

Milton. “He can come along.” “No Hunter, this is not right. I never imposed myself on your relationship and I won't do it now, but you won't take my daughter away from me.” She starts to cry and I understand the reason for her despair. I’m despaired too. “I know all about the complications of childbirth,” Donna says, swallowing. “I can't leave her.” “Me neither,” I say, refusing to give in. “Stop,” Selena demands. My mother-in-law and I look at Selena.

I took the microphone and swept my gaze across the crowd, my voice steady and firm. "Ten years ago, I chose to fake my death to protect my family and my son. Ten years later, I'm back. Those who stand with this family will be rewarded. Anyone who betrays us or lays a hand on my loved ones, no matter who you are or which family you come from, I will make you pay the ultimate price." Applause erupted again as all the family heads shouted in unison, "Long live the Donna. Glory to the Medicis!" After the celebration, Fabrizio took me back to the old family estate on Holbeck. This was where I was born and raised.

I did not want to wake my daughter up. Damon’s jaw ticked, his eyes flashing with irritation. He took another step closer, looming over me. I looked up at him, refusing to back down as I tightened my grip around my daughter, shielding her from him. He was not going to take her from me. I was not going to allow it. “That’s where you’re wrong,” he said darkly. “You do have a choice, but you keep making the wrong ones. And right now you are making another wrong choice by challenging me with this.”

“I’m so tired, Cameron. I know you’re a good man. We’ll figure this out. But if I have to choose between being happy and making Donna happy, Donna will always take spot number one.” I knew this already. It lived in me as much as it lived in her, one of the reasons I loved her in a way that had reordered my life. She was not a woman who performed love. She did it in concrete, daily acts. She did it by choosing her daughter even when it cost her simplicity, reputation, comfort. That was the person I wanted a life with. Not the idea of her. Her, exactly as she was. I moved closer, pressed a kiss to her forehead, then another to her mouth, brief and careful, despite the hurricane in my mind.

I stood beside him until he became the family’s heir. Then, the night before, I learned about the Donna selection list. Twelve women. One ring. I was only a candidate, and my score was lower than Bianca’s. Bianca took back her phone. “He has spent quite a few nights at my place this month. A Donna candidate has to prove she knows how to satisfy the future Don.” I reached for an unsigned investment contract on my desk. “You are gentler than I am,” I said. “You suit him better.”

Donna poured the whole rack into the bag and I was helpless standing next to her. "I didn't know you were such a heartless person,” I muttered. Who was I kidding? I did know. But Donna was worse. She was the devil. "You left me with no other choice." She spat in my face, drawing me by the collar of my dress. “Yes, you do!” I halted. “You do have a choice, turn yourself in, and maybe for the first time, be a mother to your kids. How long are you going to keep running until they find you?” I asked her. “The police aren’t stupid, you think they don’t have the borders on the lookout for your escape?”

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.