Novel & Cerita The Donna’s Choice

she didn’t reply so I thought that she must be doing something. The dress that she chooses for me is quite beautiful. It was a maroon-colored dress with a slit on the led area and it was floor length. It was simple yet beautiful. I have told her that I like dresses with a slit in them and she kept that in mind and chose a perfect dress for me. It wasn't slutty and looked nice. I got dressed and came out of the bathroom and saw that angel has bought a makeup kit with her. Her back was on me so when she turned around her jaw dropped and her eyes went wide.

What I will do is open my hand to you when you make the choice. Welcome you with no resentment, for this one ground we share Has drunk enough blood to saturate it for centuries. We may not have had a choice at birth but we do have a choice to either build or destroy each other. "All that he's said . . . it's true, T. We may not have had a hand in how we were made but we do have a choice to make in whether we choose hate," he paused wiping away the perpetual flow of tears from my eyes gently," or love. And from how I see it, hating each other is such an unnecessary energy that drains the chances of good in this world."

But if she moved back, everything would change. Donna’s gaze snapped to Grace. “Why shouldn’t I make such a decision?” she asked sharply. Grace instantly straightened, her lips shutting tight. Donna slowly turned her head, her eyes sweeping across all five of her children and grandchildren. “You have all been left alone for years,” she said, voice cold but steady. “I allowed you freedom. I trusted you to act as responsible heirs. I believed you would guard the family name with dignity.” Her spoon clicked against the bowl as she set it down.

She wanted to see what kind of trouble Sonnia could stir up, wet behind the ears like she was. Dona would certainly win those rights this time! Meanwhile, the meeting had already begun inside. Dona sat down nonchalantly among the directors, having already taken her sunglasses off. A sinister smile hung on her lips as she steepled her fingers together in anticipation of Sonnia's performance.

"I'll bring her Bianca's son. I'll tell her he's ours. As for the other one, the dead one… wipe the records clean." "He was my son, too. But he's dead. Find a decent plot and bury him," his voice cracked for a fraction of a second. Then the ice returned. "And one more thing. That new sterilization drug the hospital has? Give it to Arabella." Dr. Valenti's voice trembled. "Boss, that drug… the Donna just delivered a stillborn. Her body is extremely weak. She'll be barren. Permanently."

“The Moon Goddess doesn’t always give us what we ask for. Sometimes she gives us what we need.” “What I need is control,” I muttered. “Not another wound disguised as a gift.” Mother’s lips twitched. “You sound like your father.” I gave a rather small smile. “Then maybe I learned well.” She sighed and stepped closer, reaching up to touch my cheek. “You’ve carried your solitude for too long, Dane. It’s made you strong, yes, but it’s also made you afraid. This woman — this Donna — she’s not a curse. Perhaps she’s the one meant to remind you what being alive feels like.”

I could tell with one hundred percent certainty none of these women were that way. My father’s right hand man and Beta, a man named Cooper, had pulled me aside one day to tell me about a potential opportunity to find a mate. I had been invited to join the cast of some show called Luna’s Choice. At first, I brushed it aside. I wanted no part in something like that. There was no way any of the contestants on the show would make for a good Luna.

They all started trying to mediate. "Donna, the Don's just been injured. Maybe his mind's unsettled." "Yeah, just let Camilla try for now. In seven days." Seven days? They thought I would hand over my position and wait quietly for Camilla to take my credit and rise to power? I gave a sharp, humorless laugh. "Why bother going in circles? I'm filing for a divorce right now."

"Consigliere, I want a divorce from Cassius. I’m handing back all the businesses under my name. Draft up the papers." The old Consigliere frowned. "Camilla, this marriage keeps the peace between our two families. Can you think this over?" I was the frontwoman for Cassius Marino’s dirty empire for three years. In the shadows, I was this cold-blooded Don's legal wife. A month ago, a Mexican cartel kidnapped me. That night, the cartels blew up my husband's secure line, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom. He let it ring. They ended up throwing me into an abandoned meat locker in freezing temperatures. I almost froze to death. Luckily, a butcher stumbled in and dragged me out just in time.

Someone was reading aloud, "Eldest son, Luca Bellandi. Eldest daughter, Aria Bellandi. Effective immediately, their names are entered into the family registry as legitimate heirs of the Bellandi bloodline." In the video, Matteo lifted the two children high. Applause and cheers erupted around him. He was smiling. He exchanged a look with Sienna, his eyes full of affection. Once, he had only looked at me that way. Now that look no longer belonged to me. Another message appeared beneath the video: "He said once the children are formally acknowledged by the Family, he'll give you a sum of money and send you away. The position of Donna belongs to the children's real mother.