The Forgotten Donna A Second Chance Novels & Stories

I woke up feeling pain all over me. I looked around trying to decipher where I was. I noticed I was in my usual cell in the basement. It became my second home. I tried sitting up but I couldn't. I remembered how they injected me with some sort of drug. My mum. She was gone. They killed her and I've never felt so numb in my entire life. I stared into space thinking about all the moments I had with her. Nobody can replace her. Nobody.

“This place is silent. I have to get ready for the office, so I won't be late, but something seems to be missing. I do not know what that is. Abby accidentally diverted her attention to a door behind it, which was the penthouse owner's room. When looking in that direction for a few seconds, the long-haired woman smacked her forehead slowly as if she had realized something important for her. “Geez! How did I forget about my husband? Yeah, officially, he has that status, but alas, we will never get beyond that."

Devon pressed a kiss to my lips, lingering, before whispering with that same gentle energy, “You, my moonlight, are one of a kind.” I smiled against him, then something tugged at the back of my mind. A detail. A truth. “And speaking of Nadia…” I said carefully. His eyes narrowed. “What about her?” I dragged the words, my chest tightening. “She’s not… technically bound in the Cave of the Dead.” Devon released me slowly, his entire face sharpening with concentration. “Then where is she, Jimmie?” I exhaled, heavy and reluctant, but it had to be said. “She’s bound in the Cave of the Forgotten.”

I tilt my head up to look at the contents. It is a scrapbook filled with memories from Donna’s life twenty year ago. Some of the pictures are faded and are now a golden brown color, the corners weathered and worn. Some of the others look fresh and brand new after having been preserved for so long. “My daughter gave birth to the most beautiful daughter I have ever seen. She was so cute and precious. She was the light in all of our lives,” Donna’s voice shakes. I reach out and place a hand on hers. She weakly smiles at me. “She reminds me of you.”

The Donna says. Rico looks at his boss's wife. I feel sorry for her. He knows what she went through. She almost went off her head when her child disappeared. He remembered listening to her crying all night. The Don was very upset. Rico always promises that he will find her again. Like his Donna who refused to give up hope, he also believes that the little Donna is still alive. He looks at the girl in the photo again, and he knows she looks just like the Donna. He is going to find her, and he's going to get her DNA. Rico knows he cannot tell Leandra so he needs to be sneaky about getting her DNA.

She says curiously. “I don’t think they could if they wanted to. I’ve been spelled. This bracelet is a protection charm.” he flashes a bracelet hidden by magic. “Can I see that?” She asks “I’ve always wanted to learn how to do that” she says. “Sorry” he shakes his head no. “That's all I got of her” he sighs before getting up. “Leaving again?” She asks playing with his glass of wine before chugging it. “Yeah, I'm gonna try to find some research on spells for memory. Hell maybe I’ll even find a witch who can actually do it” his words cut through her like a knife. So bitter yet so sweet. What made him so heartless she thinks to herself.

My eyes are darting over the damage to the car. This is not how I had wanted to find my mate. I had wanted to find her well. Be able to convince her to return with me. Tell her what a fool I had been. Knowing that in spite of everything she had fallen for me again meant the world to me. We had found one another once and fallen for one another, and in a cruel twist of fate, she had forgotten me, and fallen for me all over again... I had been blessed, not just once but twice. I could not let my girl die.

The morning sunlight filtered through the lush greenery of the garden as Donna was wheeled out of her room by her maids. Seeking solace in the serene environment, she instructed them to leave her alone, relishing the temporary peace that nature provided. Just as she began to relax, the sound of clapping interrupted her reverie, and she turned to find Vivian standing before her, an unreadable expression on her face. "It's nice of you to grace us with your presence," Donna remarked sarcastically, leaning back in her wheelchair and adjusting the blanket on her lap. "Aren't you tired of being Liam's shadow?"

she says, but before she can walk away, I take her hand, pulling her to me. “It’s going to be okay. I know it’s a lot all at once, but it’s going to be okay, I promise.” When she nods again, I lean in, gently pressing my lips to hers. As I walk out to get food, I hear my son. “I knew my mom sent you.” I quickly rush downstairs, running into my Beta. “Alpha, what’s going on? You were acting very…possessive of that woman.” “Ayda. Her name is Ayda and she’s my second chance mate. The woman who saved my son is my second chance mate.”

His movements, like that of the younger man, spoke of power and authority. As they entered the garden, a young woman, in her early twenties, ran to join them. The old man caught her up in his arms and hugged her. "I missed you, my orchid. How was your trip to the south?" The young girl, an identical replica of the young man, in feminine version, spoke, "Hot, humid, sticky and the people were so rude. They never did acknowledge me as the princess. They bowed, but it was like they were afraid to speak." The girl frowned as she spoke.