The Seven Year Itch Erasing The Donna Novels & Stories

“Every dollar that was invested under your mother’s name into Black Moon Pack and into Ethan’s assets… will begin the withdrawal process the moment you give the word.” “Recovery can start within twenty-four hours.” “Within six days, we can pull everything out completely.” I stared at the lights scattered across the Pack territory in the distance and nodded. “Do it.” The moment the call ended, I felt it clearly— the rope that had tied me down for seven full years finally loosened. Footsteps approached behind me. Ethan followed out. He frowned at me, impatience all over his face. “Acting all secretive. Who were you talking to?”

"You kicked her, you struck her with an ashtray, and you treated your own sister like mere merchandise. Do you even hear yourself, Gina?" Gina huddled against the wall, her legs giving way beneath her. She trembled so hard that she could barely stay upright. She was on the verge of collapsing right there on the floor. Edoardo flashed a cold smile, his words carrying a lethal chill while saying, "You took the woman I've spent seven years looking for and delivered her straight to my door, but you did it by scarring her face—leaving two ugly marks that weren't there before." Edoardo's composure shattered after saying that, his voice vibrating with an emotion he could no longer control. His fury

For twenty-two years, I had been the only daughter of the Falcones. Everyone in the family held me in their hands. Underboss Leon Marchetti took a bullet for me. Consigliere Enzo Ricci stormed into enemy territory just to pull me out. Vice Don Darius Lombardi even swore in front of the Don himself that no matter what happened, I would always be the first person he protected. They spoiled me rotten, made me willful, and convinced me of one thing. No matter who I eventually chose as my fiancé, they would never leave my side. Until six months ago, when the real Falcone heiress, Bianca Falcone, came back to the family. Little by little, their time, their protection, all their care shifted t

For seven years of my marriage to Damian Moretti, my daughter and I were so poor that every night we collected empty bottles from the alley behind a bar. Every time Ella traded the bottles in for change, she would ask me, "Mommy, do we have enough saved to go to the aquarium with Daddy yet?" Damian always said we had no money. Then, on the day I finally saved enough for three tickets, I arrived at the aquarium only to find him at the entrance holding his ex-girlfriend's hand, with her son in his arms. A staff member stopped us. "Sorry, Mr. Moretti has reserved the entire aquarium for a private event tonight." A bodyguard in black stepped up beside Damian and bowed his head. "Don, the car is

I had been in love with Leo, the Don of a Mafia family. For seven years, I was there with him through the darkest nights, cleaned up after him more times than I could count, and convinced myself that he would give me the ending I deserved. When word got back to me that Leo was planning a proposal, I could barely contain the tremble in my fingers. However, the woman he was proposing to wasn’t me. My eyes burned, and my voice was barely a whisper. “Why?” Leo pulled me into his arms in assurance, his chest warm against my skin, but the words coming out of his mouth were anything but. “Nina has cancer. Her only wish is to know what it’s like to be proposed to. I couldn’t say no to h

Three years of fishing. Three years without a single real catch. As I was about to pack up my rod that evening, a homeless man by the river suddenly spoke. "Buddy, you've been dumping bait in here for three years. Spent a fortune, haven't you?" I laughed. "A few thousand dollars, easy." He nodded. "You've been feeding all of us." I figured the guy was out of his mind. Then he stared straight at me. "Your wife's cheating on you. And if you go home before seven tonight, you'll die." I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my rod into the river. "Bullshit. My wife treats me like a king. Who are you to tell me when I can go home?" He sighed. "You kept all of us alive for three years. I'll

"They're filming in Chitara tomorrow. Call in some more people. We're going to make sure they get what's coming to them!" Zara's anger toward Enola and Chase was even stronger than Enzo's. She had been embarrassed twice. The first was when her role was snatched away in front of everyone. The second was when she was booted from the movie. Zara was not used to being treated like that. "Cross my Bateman family and you're as good as gone. Just wait until tomorrow," Jaxon said to himself in a chilly voice. "Son, you just wait. I'll bring your enemy right to you tomorrow." Jaxon stared at Eric's photo as he spoke with fierce determination.

She chewed slowly, fixing Sarah with an almost serene smile. A beat later, Sarah leaned back in her bed. "Go away. I never want to see you again." "Did you forget what you'd said before?" Donna smiled. "You said that all the men in the world are garbage, and all I did was prove that statement. That was what we swore in the first place. Surely you still remember, don't you?" "Go away. I don't want to see you," Sarah said emotionlessly. Donna got to her feet with a smile. "You've changed, and so have I. Who knows which one of us will end up with Wilbur Penn, huh?"

I racked my brain, trying to come up with the perfect thing to say to get out of this mess. "I can help you, Seven. I can help you find the orb. Just let me out." Seven threw his head back and let out the evilest laugh. "You must think that I am stupid. I should let you out, so you'll run away again? You want to go to that shack, don't you?" "Well, newsflash!" he added, drawing his opened hands in the air. "All that is left of that shack is a pile of ashes!" My jaw dropped open at this instant. What! He burned down the shack? What happened to Eric? Did Seven know that he helped me? Did he kill him? Oh, my God!

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"