The Donna’s Choice Novels & Stories

Now, I calmly retorted, "So what? Donna's position is mine. If he loves you so much, why won't he marry you?" Lucy looked at me in disbelief, seemingly not expecting that I, who had always been weak, would fight back so fiercely. "I knew you were faking it! But even if you get Donna's position, so what? Everything Asher has is mine!" She quickly suppressed her anger, revealing a hint of sarcasm. "You think Asher spoils you, but for every gift he gives you, he gives me something even more expensive! He promised you a regional limited edition, but gave me a global limited edition. If he celebrates you with citywide fireworks for a day, he'll make it up to me for two. Everything you get is some

Lamond, the current Don of the Catani family, once promised that no matter which son I chose to marry in the future, that son would become his successor. But on the day I picked my husband, I did not pick Luca, to whom I had confessed my feelings ninety-nine times. Instead, I picked his quiet illegitimate son, Marco. Everyone was stunned. The entire Catani family knew that I was obsessed with Luca and believed that he was going to be their next Don. In the previous timeline, I had indeed married Luca. However, after our marriage, he started staying out all night. When he came back, he would come home smelling of Cecilia's perfume, his childhood friend's. Luca said I was overthink

When I walked out of the hospital clutching the miscarriage report, dazed and hollow, my husband Enzo called. "Feeling any better? I'll send a car for you. Corinne, you know that as my Donna, you have to follow the family rules. I can't bend them just because of your old stomach issues." "And don't blame Elara. She was only doing what she was told." I answered flatly, "Okay." He laughed. "That's my good girl." What Enzo didn't know was that it wasn't just a stomachache. I'd lost the baby. Three hours earlier, when the pain had become unbearable and I tried to leave, Elara had stopped me: "Ten more minutes, Corinne. You shouldn't put Enzo in a difficult position over something so trivial." En

"And her father is the Don of the Vitale family. A marriage between our two families would take both of us to a whole new level." "Please, just think it over and let us be together." I looked at Via. "You're Louis Vitale's daughter? Then your mother would be Jessica?" "That's right." She lifted her chin, all smug pride. No one knew my hatred had just hit its boiling point! My mother was once the Donna of the Vitale family. It was only because she got pregnant and gave birth that my father took over the family business. As a child, I couldn't understand why my father condemned my mom to death without even listening to her side of the truth.

By the eighth year of our relationship, I have finally earned the approval of Isabella Visconti, the Madre, and secure my place in the Valentino Famiglia. I should be eagerly anticipating the Donna ceremony, counting down the days until Luca Valentino swears his oath of loyalty before the entire family. But on the day my wedding dress arrives, I choose to return to Lunavere instead. That very night, Luca comes rushing to my apartment. "You won't even try on your wedding dress or answer my calls. Elena, what the hell are you still unhappy about?" He's clearly rushed over. Dark circles shadow his eyes, and he hasn't even changed out of the suit he's worn to his meetings. I can see

“Yes, I can. My true name is Fate.” My jaw drops. “You’re…Fate.” “Yep.” She confirms. I look at her. “And you can give me Grey?” She nods. “If that’s what you want.” “Are you kidding?!” I bounce in my seat. “Yes! A million times. Yes!” She puts her hands on me to stop me from bouncing. “Wait. You can’t make the choice that easily.” I stop. “Why?” She stands, walks a bit with her hands in her shorts pockets and turns. “There are a few….consequences.”

But when Donna finished she turned to the young girl and said, “Hmm ... You’ve really grown, haven’t you, Chita? And your tits are just lovely. It’s time for you to give me a taste.” “Oh, no! Please no!” the girl protested. “Conchita!” her mother warned. “You heard our mistress. Do it!” The girl dipped her small nipple into the raspberry first and then the strawberry. When her body shook in orgasm, Donna carefully inserted a finger into her vagina while using her thumb to tease the girl’s clit. At that point, Conchita came so hard, her mother had to hold her under her arms to keep her from collapsing on the floor. When the girl recovered enough to stand on her own, Donna looked at Maria and

She didn't pay attention then which made her ascertain her unmindful demeanor. "Is she-." Donna gasped as she looked at Anya and Ronan's face flushed with a deep nod. "I can definitely fix you up." Donna's face brightened as she motioned her towards the back. Anya followed the woman and looked at Ronan confusedly who threw a wink at her to which she rolled her eyes. "How about this?" Donna showed a skirt that was longer than the last one but not long enough for Anya. "Something longer perhaps." She said precariously clasping her hands together for support. A flash of disappointment crossed Donna's face as she looked at Ronan with questioning eyes and this made her feel as if she was being sc

Chapter 1 From the position between the legs of Aslan's partner, his face lifted as he heard countless loud knocks on his door. "Shit!" Donna muttered irritably because she was left hanging, unable to reach her climax. She was almost there. Women usually finish quickly, whether through oral, manual, or intercourse. During their one session, she had orgasmed multiple times, but today it seemed like she couldn’t even get one. Donna Miranda had been his constant bed partner since college. She was four years younger than him. She was from the neighboring town, the daughter of a couple of entrepreneurs. Her family was the wealthiest in that town, aside from the Escobar estate, which he managed.

This situation was putting me at a crossroad; I could either choose myself by refusing this ridiculous offer to literally be sold off in order to save my father and instead continue with my escape plan with Benjamin, who was right outside, or I could choose to save my dad’s life and accept being sold off. The choice was clear. “Who even is the person who is willing to pay such a crazy amount for a blind girl?” I asked after concluding in my mind to choose my father. I couldn’t bear his death being my fault. I just would never be able to forgive me. “Emm…,” I could hear the hesitation in Noah’s voice as he tried to reveal the person’s name. Why didn’t he want to reveal who the person was? I k