The Forgotten Donna A Second Chance Novels & Stories

"That's a good harvest this time. Not only did you replace your previous loss, but you also achieved way more than that. I hope for more such surprises, so keep working hard." A few steps later, she stopped, seeming to remember something. "Oh, I almost forgot about an important thing. Don't go to Laurel Resort within a month." Felix was confused. He had never even heard of this place. "Why? Can you tell me the reason?" After hesitating for a moment, Donna finally responded, "It involves some secrets I really can't share. Just remember not to go."

After ten years, Madison and Donna's worlds collide again. She is in desperate search of a designer, and Donna becomes the paragon of design she needs. Fate brought them together once more, but Donna is legally married to her former boss. She tried to resist the temptation of the woman she had always wanted, but the passage of time had only thickened the attraction between them. #lesbians #Romance #SecondChance #Fate #LoveLost #UrbanRomance #PassionateLove #IntimateConnection #Desire #affair

Anna Weddings? I wasn’t much of a fan. But hearing that my mate was getting married to another woman made me sick to my stomach. I was stuck in bed ever since Stella told me this, crying my eyes out. Late nights, I would fantasize about Damon coming over and apologizing for rejecting me. But he never did. I never saw him after that. The good thing about being rejected was that I was no longer his slave. He had completely forgotten about me. Maybe it was because he was focused on his wedding ceremony.

But hearing praise from both of them warmed my heart. Leon put down his spoon. He looked at Adrian. "Did Dona contact you?" Leon asked suddenly. Adrian frowned. "Dona?" "Margaret said Dona contacted my office, looking for you." I looked at Adrian. "Who's Dona?" Adrian and Leon exchanged glances. "Dona is our former mistress before you. She's beautiful, ambitious, and knows how to manipulate. She made us break up a few times. But in the end, she just left."

The man who once relied on me to reach the top, the man whose future was opened by my mother’s savings, the man who once promised I would stand beside him, now treated all of it as something he was naturally owed. After becoming Don, he no longer saw me as the woman who helped build his future. He only saw someone who was not polished enough to be a proper Donna. And he forgot who my mother was. All he remembered was that she came from nowhere. He even believed that humiliating her was justified. The most absurd part was that he had not truly forgotten any of it. He had simply chosen to forget. I looked at him, at the man standing at the top of the family while pretending he no longer recogn

"I wanted to tell you, but weren't you dead?" Mom's whole body stiffened, and she slowly let go of me. Dad's face went pale as he asked, "Rena, when did your memory come back?" "I never forgot." I smiled bitterly. "Do you know how much willpower it takes not to be hypnotized? The hypnotist tied me to a chair, but I dug my nails into my palms until the skin broke, and I bit my tongue until it bled. Do you know how scared I was back then?"

As he leaned down and kissed my forehead, his gaze slowly moved to my flat abdomen, and endless regret filled his eyes. For the first time, he felt truly despicable, and yet, he was greedily clinging to that stolen peace. He was too afraid to imagine what would happen once I regained my memories… Outside the hospital room, Aunt Helena watched everything through the glass window. Her fists were clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. George’s underboss patted her shoulder and sighed. “For Donna Bella, this outcome might be the best one. She’s forgotten all that pain. At least right now, she’s happy. The Don looks like he truly knows he was wrong. Let him make up for it.”

"Anyone from the Rossi family will do. Either one." The words closed around my throat like a familiar grip. Memories from my first life surged forward so sharply I tasted iron. The recollection of bones snapping in my legs jolted me fully awake. I stepped back and spoke plainly, leaving no room for argument. "I'm not accepting the invitation." In my first life, I had heard those same words—anyone will do—and mistaken them for a private signal from Lorenzo. I dressed without hesitation and went to the theater. After the ballet performance, Lorenzo proposed. I received what I believed I wanted and became the Donna.

Even when he sensed no wolf presence beneath the rubble, he kept searching until every stone had been checked. At the edge of the spirit realm, the gate to my next life opened. Before stepping through, I saw Mother preparing beds at the shelter while Father checked every child’s name against the room assignments. Farther north, Adrian knelt in the snow, clearing stones from a collapsed building with his bare hands. This had been my second life, and the second time I had died after being forgotten. Only after it ended did someone finally learn how to remember me. Light from the gate settled over my spirit, and for the first time, nothing held me back. “Thank you.” Then I stepped into the moon

My husband Charles always had selective amnesia. Anything that had to do with me, he would forget, then promise he'd make it up next time. On my thirtieth birthday, I prepared an elaborate dinner at home and waited for him and our family to come celebrate. But the hour came and went, and no one showed up. Burning with a high fever, I went out to look for Charles and called everyone else. Isabella's voice was warm with laughter. "Charles is here with me picking out your birthday present. We'll be back soon." My best friend said, "Traffic is awful. I ran into Charles on the way, so we're heading over together." Even my own brother told me, "I ran into an old friend with Charles on the road and