The Seven Year Itch Erasing The Donna Novels & Stories

In New York’s underworld, my name topped every do-not-cross list. My husband, Don Dante Russo, ruled the most powerful Mafia family on the East Coast. My father ruled the second. Once, they wiped out an entire family overnight for threatening me. But when I was six months pregnant, I received a video. It showed a family portrait session. My pregnant half sister, Bianca, stood beside my husband Dante while he carefully supported her waist. My father stood with them, smiling at the camera. A message from Bianca followed. My mother took your father. Now I’ve taken your husband. I didn’t cry or make a scene. I walked out of the clinic and made one call. “In seven days, I need a new identity and

After my husband, Don of the Rizzo family, died in a shootout, I took over the family and wiped out the one that killed him. To groom my daughter into the next heir, I handpicked four adopted sons to protect her. Ten years. I poured everything into them—my name, my money, my time. And every last one of them turned out exceptional and self-reliant. Over the years, with them at her side, my daughter moved forward steadily. Until the month before my daughter was about to take over my position, I got a desperate call from her. "Mom, help me... someone's got me trapped in the banquet hall. They're trying to rip my clothes off..." By the time I got there, my daughter was curled up in a corner, hal

My husband, Harrison Knight, was a workaholic. When stomach pain landed me in the hospital, he had his assistant send me medication. When my mother underwent surgery, he was abroad negotiating an acquisition. In seven years of marriage, he'd missed three of my birthdays and five of our anniversaries. He always said, "The company's still getting off the ground. I can't afford to slow down." I understood. Years ago, his first love, Celeste Foster, had left him because he was poor. Afterward, he'd sworn he would make something of himself. He went on business trips, had late nights, and worked himself to the bone. For seven years, Harrison had pushed himself relentlessly, going from a pen

In the seventh year of holding down the Chicago arms trade for Matteo, he finally came back from the Mediterranean. The night the Five Families threw him his coronation ball, I put on my custom gown. I was ready to see the man I had waited seven years for. Right before my entrance, my cousin Vivienne barged into the dressing room. She did our books, and she snatched the head-table nameplate off my table. She looked at me with cold pity. "Camilla, don't embarrass yourself. The seat for the Don's wife was never meant for you." She slammed a yellowed betting slip from a Vegas underground bookmaker onto the table. The wager was a hundred grand. The name on the ticket was Matteo. The betting line

By the eighth year of our relationship, I have finally earned the approval of Isabella Visconti, the Madre, and secure my place in the Valentino Famiglia. I should be eagerly anticipating the Donna ceremony, counting down the days until Luca Valentino swears his oath of loyalty before the entire family. But on the day my wedding dress arrives, I choose to return to Lunavere instead. That very night, Luca comes rushing to my apartment. "You won't even try on your wedding dress or answer my calls. Elena, what the hell are you still unhappy about?" He's clearly rushed over. Dark circles shadow his eyes, and he hasn't even changed out of the suit he's worn to his meetings. I can see

Katherine smirked meaningfully. Of course, Donna was the mastermind of this, she summoned courage and looked Katherine eyes to eyes, "if I can destroy you seven years ago, what makes you think I can't now?" Katherine smirked, "you and Richard will suffer so much in my hand." She said in anger as the memories of seven years ago flashed back to her memory. The pain she felt when she found out that this bitch was pregnant for her ex-husband was beyound measure. Donna scoffed but her face suddenly became serious, "are you seducing the god of war? I have seen him come over to your building multiple times?"

Ethan remained silent. Donna continued, "Ethan, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you. That car crash was just an accident. I didn't expect it'd make you become like this. I'll spend my whole life making it up to you from now on, okay? Let's not separate again. I beg you... Don't send me back! "I'll go crazy without you!" Donna repeatedly hit the car window and said, "Leyton, open the door! I want to get out!"

He sprinted to the study, hands shaking as he opened the drawer where he kept all their wedding documents. Something slipped out and landed on the floor. A wedding photo. Except… it wasn’t. Bianca’s image had been carefully removed—leaving only a pale outline where her smile used to be. The housekeeper approached timidly. “Sir… Madam Bianca instructed us to take down all the photos. She said she wouldn’t need them anymore.” His legs almost gave out. He dialed her number again. “This number is no longer in service—” Something inside Enzo shattered.

Today, I'm settling the score with you! The entire ballroom gasped. Seconds later, a cacophony of hushed gossiping broke out among the guests. Everyone in Saphira's elite circles knew that Wayne had kept a woman by his side for seven years. They also knew he had recently abandoned his old love for a new one. But no one could have known that the woman he had trampled on so casually would turn out to be the long-lost daughter that the Lachlan family had spent seven years searching for.

After hearing that, Xander hit Jeremy even harder. “I gave you seven years, but you didn’t cherish her. “You upset and humiliated her, and I’m going to make you pay now.” The police finally came over and pulled them apart. When the police brought Jeremy to the police car, he was still shouting, “Charlotte, I really can’t stand life without you!” After a while, Bailey suddenly sent a letter from overseas.