The Seven Year Itch Erasing The Donna Novels & Stories

"I'm not making a fuss. I'm serious. I have something else to do, so I won't disturb you any longer. I'm leaving." I pulled open the door of the private room and walked out. I had not gone far when I heard them talking behind me. "Ash is really making a big deal out of nothing." "The videos of Rowan and Nina blew up, and our studio has gotten a lot of sponsor interest. That is a good thing. Why be so petty?" "Exactly." Having lost her patience as well, Nina tossed the flowers aside. "Let him do whatever he wants. Just ignore him." Those harsh words reached my ears, and my steps faltered. A wave of desolation surged up in my chest. So this was how unimportant I was to her.

I took the microphone and swept my gaze across the crowd, my voice steady and firm. "Ten years ago, I chose to fake my death to protect my family and my son. Ten years later, I'm back. Those who stand with this family will be rewarded. Anyone who betrays us or lays a hand on my loved ones, no matter who you are or which family you come from, I will make you pay the ultimate price." Applause erupted again as all the family heads shouted in unison, "Long live the Donna. Glory to the Medicis!" After the celebration, Fabrizio took me back to the old family estate on Holbeck. This was where I was born and raised.

she says, and I nod. “I have a plan,” I say, and she nods slightly. I couldn’t have planned this any better. Tomorrow I have the interview to clear Calliope’s name, and Trent won’t even know what the fuck hit him. “I can’t have you trashing him tomorrow,” Donna says, and I raise my eyebrows, looking at her. “Why not?” I question. “He warned me if I came out in public to destroy him, he would release the video proof,” Donna says, and I curse under my breath. “I was young and innocent, he played with my feelings and used me while I was still in uni,” Donna says.

"I am sorry for the marriage of seven years and for our child. I have now suffered the consequences. Turns out Emily never loved me. She just wanted to use me to get what she wanted. I was too foolish and hurt the one who loved me the most." After he finished speaking, a tear fell from the corner of his eye. Having been with him for seven years, I naturally understood his habits. Seeing him like this, I knew he truly regretted what he did. Yet, his current reflection was what I had once longed for. But now it was too late. It was all useless. He weakly pushed himself up from the ground and then took out a credit card from his pocket, handing it to me. "I was severely beaten in Heliaston, and

Three days before my wedding to Don Marco, I scheduled a memory erasure procedure. "Ms. Leah, are you certain you want to erase the memories from this period of your life and forget the people you knew?" I ran my fingers over the wedding invitation Marco had carefully prepared and said softly, "Yes." Three years ago, on the night Marco and I got engaged, Violetta was involved in a car accident. When she woke up, she identified me as the person responsible. That was when I learned that even an innocent person could become the villain in everyone else's eyes. Marco, the man I loved most, believed her and sent me to prison for three years. "Leah, you nearly destroyed her life. You should be gra

On weekends, Enora and I try whatever new adventure sport catches our attention. Then one day, I happened to see a news report from back home. Grant Group had changed hands. The board had forced Felix out and made him sell all his shares. After that, he vanished from the public eye. But every so often, a postcard showed up in my mailbox. It always came in a sealed white envelope with the same familiar handwriting on the front. And every postcard showed the Maldives. "The Maldives really is beautiful." "Can I still see the moon that once belonged to me?"

On Valentine’s Day, I received a package with postage due. Inside the box was nothing but a rusted copper coin and a single sheet of paper. The handwriting was unmistakably my late wife’s. 'Hold this coin. Come at midnight. Pay one year of your life.' I assumed it was some kind of prank and casually tossed the coin onto the coffee table. But suddenly, the copper coin flipped over by itself. I didn’t know what came over me, but then, I clenched the coin in my hand and went back to the intersection where my wife had died. At exactly midnight, the coin burned hot against my palm. Then it started to shake. Through the heavy rain, the familiar white sedan appeared out of thin air. My wi

But Lucas said, "Before the signing, you need to publicly retract your claim that she forged evidence." Adrian objected on the spot. "Boss, that's not a condition the Vitali family proposed." I looked at Lucas. "The route map has already been thrown out. The seating change and the west wing access are both compromised. "You're not preserving the truce. You're preserving her dignity." “Ask me to take back the truth if you want. But don't pretend she never forged it—not when you've never once asked how it felt to stand accused by the woman who stole my seat.”

I'm the Donna of the Vitale family, the wife of Domenico Vitale, the woman everyone is expected to bow to. Yet whether I need to access family funds, arrange a car, make a doctor's appointment, or even prepare a gown for a party, I must submit an application first. The woman who approves every request is Camilla Marino, Domenico's most trusted secretary. He says this is family protocol. As the Donna, I should be the first to follow the rules. Things change when I suffer a massive hemorrhage during my pregnancy. My request for emergency medical treatment is pending approval, yet I have already waited longer than I should have. I call Domenico and beg, "Domenico, please. Tell Camilla to a

The hem of her dress was damp from the seawater, and she was looking back at him. Even now, he could hear her voice calling out, “Hurry up, Theodore!” The seven years they spent were nothing more than a fading dream. He reached for his phone and sent a text. [Pick me up in a week, just as we planned.] As soon as he hit send, a loud boom came from downstairs.