The Seven Year Itch Erasing The Donna Novels & Stories

Mikhail The days go by slowly, Donna hasn't come to work for the last five days, she doesn't answer my calls or messages. I know I've said things I shouldn't have, I was exhausted and I just wanted a bit of silence. I'm not Mizza's puppet, I never was and I just wanted the two of them to get along. Ella came into my office, phone in hand and a terrible look on her face. “It's Donna, she wants to talk to you!” I picked up the phone and answered, hoping she'd say her cell phone was broken, but it was nothing of the sort.

After the car lost control on the highway, the passengers around me were all panicking, calling their loved ones to say what they thought might be their final goodbyes. The airbags had gone off. Glass covered the seats. My hands were shaking as I pulled my burning-hot phone from my pocket. Only after a long while did I finally call Vito Moretti. When he rejected my call, I sent him a text instead. 【I probably won’t make it out of this one. Vito, what a shame that we won’t get to grow old together.】 As I stared at the chaos outside the car window, I was strangely calm. The driver managed to avert disaster, and after I escaped the accident unharmed, I saw that Vito had posted my text on his so

Seven years after waking inside a novel, I had confessed to Claire Monroe ninety-nine times and been rejected every time. The moment I told the System I was giving up on my mission, Claire suddenly confessed to me instead. I was about to say yes when I started hearing my family's thoughts. [In our last life, this monster nearly got Ryan killed. Thank God we were all reborn. Once they're married, I'll cut off his arms and legs!] [Why wasn't he the one who died instead of my Ryan?] [If it weren't for Ryan, I would rather die than marry this bastard.] A flood of vicious thoughts crashed over me, and the world started to spin. The redemption I'd been so sure of was nothing but a joke.

The day his first love came back, I became a thief of the Moretti family. One word of grievance from her, and I was brought before the Family Council. Her single tear cost me twenty lashes. Lucien took away my ring, my power, and gave everything that was mine to another woman. Later, I finally stopped explaining. Because I knew a man who would never trust me was not worth waiting for. It wasn't until he saw my "body" being carried out that he finally went mad.

I was a surgeon at the Gambino family hospital. I woke up on the day the Gambino family went up in flames. I'd been given another chance at life, and the first thing I saw was a text from the ER director. "Amelia Garcia, get to OR One. Now. Elder Finn Gotti has been shot, and you're the only one who can operate!" My whole body went rigid. This was exactly how it had begun last time. In my last life, I'd answered that text and rushed to the hospital. But when I stepped into the OR, the elder was already dead. Then everyone at the hospital—my parents and my sister included—swore I'd killed him on purpose. The Gambino family hanged me. The child I'd adopted was sold off. I never learned whether

My fiancé was the youngest Don of Sicily’s Rina family. After years together, he always told me, “No one gets to look at my woman. If a man stares at you for even a second too long, I’ll gouge his eyes out.” That was why he almost never brought me along when he handled family business. Until one day, I came across a rising couples influencer on YouTube. In the video, a girl stood on a cliff overlooking the Sicilian coast, holding a selfie stick as the sea breeze billowed through her white dress. Smiling, she turned the camera toward the man beside her, revealing only the sharp line of his jaw and the back of one hand. Then he lifted his left hand, and a ring flashed clearly on his finger. I

I spent ten years by Luca Romano’s side, helping him rebuild after the shooting and seize control of the Romano family. At his lowest, even soft footsteps in the hallway kept him awake all night. Night after night, I held his trembling hands and helped him fight his fears. When he recovered, the first thing he did was cook for me: simple tomato meat-sauce spaghetti. I finished every bite. He said he’d make it for me for the rest of my life, whenever I wanted. But once Luca reclaimed the family, work swallowed him. Coming home needed advance scheduling, and I hardly saw him. On the rare nights he joined dinner, I’d ask for that pasta again. He’d rub his brow and say, “I’ve worked all day. I

Caddaric glared at Doctor Sarah and she quickly went to Donna’s aid. No one knew how long it took but Donna regained consciousness and Doctor Sarah helped her to her feet. As she was being led back to her chair, Casper asked her, “do you still want us to end the video for your daughter’s sake?” Donna looked around, seemingly in a daze. Her gaze met Miranda’s and she quickly looked away. An emotionless remark left her lips, “a daughter? I don’t think I have one.”

“I can see that you’re making a good name for yourself even though you vehemently refused to learn business when you were in Blue Ridge. I’m relieved to see that you won’t need my interference.” “Thank you. It was all hard work and your efforts in making me learn were more than key roles for me to come this far,” Nadia answered. Hiding her beaming smile, Donna cleared her throat. She wasn’t the type to be honest with her feelings for sure… “Going on to the second reason. I came here to ask you if you plan to do something about those eyesores of a family of yours and that obsessive ex,” Donna said calmly, “But I can see that there’s no need for me to ask you that. It seems like you have a pl

All over one photo with my own brother after years apart. I stared at her, cold. "You're mistaken. I'm Lucas's sister. Not some side piece. Do your homework next time." Betty looked me up and down like I was dirt. "Sister? Don't make me laugh. Lucas's sister is a Donna. She's powerful, connected, and untouchable. You think you can compare? Trash like you survives on its back." I decided to take that as a compliment on my looks. Otherwise, I'd have already ended her.