The Forgotten Donna A Second Chance Novels & Stories

Her fingers tightened around the fabric of her dress resting on her knees. "...I haven't forgotten. I'm just teasing you." Elias tilted his head slightly. His face was faintly flushed from the alcohol as he loosened his tie. "Donna... you grew up in a perfectly normal family and made your living scamming rich men." He smiled again. "Don't you remember?" He kept repeating himself. Every sentence ended in a question. As though if she hesitated... If she forgot... Then she couldn't possibly be Donna. In that instant, realization struck Dakota like lightning. She lunged at him without warning.

“I don't need to see him, Mizza! The world is full of women who want to get along at someone else's expense, especially when that someone is a billionaire with a soft heart like our son.” “Dad... I've already done the DNA test and I'm sure it's my son. Besides, you don't have to worry, Donna isn't the kind of woman who's an opportunist when it comes to other people's business. She chases her own dreams, she's a hard-working woman who doesn't take anything that's hers for granted.”

She shook her head once — she had no reading on it either. "What's your name?" Lewis said quietly. "I told you I wouldn't —" "You're in a car outside my house having second thoughts about something you were already half-out of when you picked up Patricia Lorne. You called us. You opened the envelope." He paused. "Give me your name." A silence. "Donna," the woman said. "She's an old contact. Patricia. I drove for people years ago. She called me three days ago and I said yes without asking enough questions." Her voice shifted, lower. "I have kids."

When he pushed his chips forward, the table went quiet. He won. Not loudly. Not theatrically. Just decisively. Applause broke out, scattered and respectful. That was when the entertainment began. A young woman was pulled toward the center of the courtyard, her heels scraping against the stone. Her dress hung loose at one shoulder, fabric torn slightly. She was crying—softly, not hysterically. I recognized her before Alessandro moved. Bianca—Alessandro’s first love. Someone at the table laughed and said something about debts being settled in creative ways. A few men smirked.

"So she's the traitor from back then. I didn't even recognize her in that getup." "The Don treated her so well, gave her endless riches, and she went and sold out the family anyway. She walked him right into the enemy's trap. He nearly died." "If the Donna hadn't caught the leak in time, the Castellanos might have been wiped out." "Tsk, she had it coming. A woman like that, forget paying, I wouldn't take her even for free." I listened to their grating words, my chest heaving. Because I'd come today only to do the job my boss assigned me, not to stand there being priced and judged.

"Look carefully. Oliver Winchester isn't asking for permission. He's making a statement." Another woman shook her head nervously. "I've heard stories about him, but I've never seen him this interested in any woman." "You should be praying for that poor girl." The first lady cut in. "Praying? I'm praying for Cornell instead." The second lady countered. "What do you mean?" The first lady said, turning to the second lady. She second lowered her voice even further. "Have you forgotten what happened to the businessman who challenged Oliver three years ago?" But none responded, their eyes and mouth slightly opened in shock.

Forgot pain. Forgot everything except the man holding her like he wanted to consume every broken piece she had left. --- Morning sunlight spilled across white sheets. Elena stirred slowly. Her head ached faintly. The room was silent. Too silent. She opened her eyes. Empty. The stranger was gone. A strange disappointment settled unexpectedly in her chest. Then she noticed the folded note beside the pillow. Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened it. Only two words were written there. > Forget me. Elena stared at the message for a long time while her heart sank into something she couldn’t explain. Because somehow— She already knew she never would.

This woman hadn’t bothered to reach out to me in the five years since the last message she sent disowning me. I had completely forgotten that she lived in this godforsaken place. In my head, she and Richard were off living their lives free of me and my disgraceful life choices. It never crossed my mind that the publicity would call her attention to me. Damn it. She probably thinks now that I’ve married someone richer, now that I have my own money, that this is the perfect time for her to swoop in and get whatever she wants from me. Well fuck that, and fuck her.

“That’s impossible. The spell should have kept him from connecting the pieces.” Silence. Then a bitter laugh. “No, Carlos. You don’t understand. If Joss remembers what happened that night, we lose everything.” I stepped away from the door. My heart was pounding. What happened that night? What had I forgotten? And why had Clare been so certain I would never remember? I moved towards the corridor, desperate to put distance between myself and the woman I’d once believed I could trust. Then I heard her speak again. This time, her voice was barely more than a whisper.

She asked, with astonishment in her voice. "Because. Margo, this past month I often dreamed of what happened then. do you still remember that?" Bell said this to him seriously. She will never forget what happened then. One mistake led to a tragedy that could not be undone and how their lives all went awry. They were at war then. Bell and others were hiking. While having fun with dare or truth, whoever loses the game will buy a task. As they played they defeated five men together and we let them choose what challenge they wanted. Dare or truth.. they chose dare.. so we decided to give them a heavy challenge if, they could do it, they also didn't think that they would do that to rape a child.