روايات وقصص ضمن The Donna’s Choice

So that counted them out. Since she was still Luna.. she would have to approve whomever they chose to lead the pack .. She had an idea. “The person I’m thinking of has no experience in the area. But we could help him. I want someone that I know deep down is a good person.” She told Ellis. And he agreed with her. And because she was basically stuck inside her cabin.. they called the small meeting to be at her house. When the person she had chosen arrived, she went to the door and opened it. She grinned. “Hello Samuel.”

"I've already had the clerk wait in the conference room. Once the marriage certificate is signed, Chiara will be your madre. From now on, choose your words wisely." Matteo took a step forward in disbelief, his voice raising an octave. "What did you just say?" "From now on, she's the Donna." Raffaele said nothing more. He turned and carried me into the car. Before getting in, I cast a glance at Matteo, who remained standing at the bottom of the steps, completely bewildered. At that moment, it felt like all the grievances of my previous life and this one were finally being resolved. I had never dared approach Raffaele in my previous life. It wasn't until he died in an assassination that I real

ONE MOMENT IT IS RAINING THE NEXT MOMENT THE SUN IS SHINING, SOME PEOPLE SAY CAPE TOWN WEATHER IS LIKE A WOMAN'S MOOD, ALWAYS CHANGING. SHE WENT TO SIT DOWN AND PLACED HER CUP ON A COASTER ON THE COFFEE TABLE. SHE TOOK A DEEP BREATH IN AND SLOWLY BREATHED IT OUT AGAIN. SHE WANTED TO CLEAR HER THOUGHTS. SHE NEEDED TO DECIDE WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO DO. SHE COULDN'T KEEP THIS SITUATION GOING. SHE NEEDED TO MAKE A CHOICE. SHE KNEW SHE LOVED BOTH AND SHE LOVED THEM IN DIFFERENT WAYS. THEY WERE BOTH SO DIFFERENT, SHE JUST COULDN'T BRING HERSELF TO CHOOSE.

“Why is the dress size different? Where. Is. Bianca’s. Gown?” The wedding coordinator visibly trembled. “S-Sir… these changes were made per Madam Bianca’s request.” “What?” His voice cracked with rage. “Show me.” The coordinator scrambled for a folder, flipping through documents. “She signed these adjustment orders two weeks ago. Here… and here. She cleared the bride’s name change and requested Lucia’s measurements instead.” Bianca’s handwriting stared back at him. Her signature. Her date. Her initials. Enzo’s stomach tightened.

Good. “But let’s be honest, I’m done playing with that dumb bitch. Let’s just kill her and get it over with,” Gianna snapped, “And better, after kill her, we claim that we get her vote. If the former Donna vote for you to continue as the Don, who else will reject?” Dante was pacing, breath coming hard. “Absolutely not! She’s a Quinn. We can’t kill her.” “We’ll just say she had a sudden miscarriage and her body couldn’t handle it. A severe allergic response to the medication. Whatever makes the story clean.”

Viola's POV When I submitted my resignation letter to the secretariat, the staff member looked shocked. "Viola Conti, you're leaving the Derocchi family?" The Don's private secretary was a respectable, well-compensated position. He couldn't understand why I would give it up. "Sì." I smiled and delivered the excuse I'd prepared long ago. "My husband left me an inheritance in Melbir. I'm planning to take my son and live there." It wasn't a particularly clever excuse. But for seven years, everyone believed I was just a single mother raising a child on my own. No one knew that the "husband" I spoke of was actually the Don of the Derocchi family, Aido Derocchi.

“But due to your medical history, this is considered a high-risk pregnancy. You’ll need to be very careful.” Then he turned to Luca. “Don, given the Donna’s condition, she cannot donate blood to Miss Annie anymore. However, we have a sufficient blood supply—” “I still want Flora to do it.” The words cut through the room, cold, final. “She’s Annie’s sister. She’s the best match.” Not just me—the entire room seemed to freeze. Everyone knew who I was—Luca’s wife, his Donna. And yet, in that moment, he didn’t choose me or the child I carried. He chose Annie.

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?"

“If you cry now, you will ruin your makeup.” “What if someone out there knows me? I used to be a stripper,” Donna whispered harshly. Farah looked mildly irritated with her in that way siblings were when someone was being overdramatic. “They can go fuck themselves.” Donna shook her head. “I won’t be a good Luna. Fuck, I do not even know what a Luna is.” My eyes found hers. Donna’s lips trembled as one tear slipped down. “I am not like you,” she added.

It had taken me seven whole years to help Leonardo Caruso become Don. The night he took the title, he held my hand tightly and announced to everyone, "From now on, no matter what happens, forget about me if you have to. The Donna stays safe." That night, everyone envied what we had. Then his childhood friend, Isabella Greco, returned from Sorrenza. He still escorted me to dinners and galas on his arm, but he handed the family business to Isabella and told me to focus on resting and caring for our baby. Isabella's father had died for him. Whenever she needed him, I had to come second. I believed that after surviving so many brushes with death together, he would never truly abandon me.