The Seven Year Itch Erasing The Donna Novels & Stories

"I said walk, Donna!" Donna, however, remained motionless, her face contorted in faux pain as she screamed, tears streaming down her face. Vivian, realizing that Donna was attempting to set a trap for her, bit her lip hard and ran off. Sneaking into the security office while the men were on break, she quickly edited out the footage of their confrontation from the garden CCTV.

To close the video, curl up in his arms, and admit that I had been overthinking things. But I just stared into his eyes, my voice calm. "Understood." He let out a cold scoff, snatched the phone back, and hit play. On the screen, Amanda did indeed slip the small square into his suit jacket as she passed the coat rack. "See? Satisfied?" "I didn't do anything. Chloe, it's been seven years. You don't even have that little bit of trust in me?" "Yeah." "So let's break up." He froze, not quite processing it, as if he had misheard.

"How could you not be Donna? Alright. Don't overthink things. I truly only love you. I'll come back and be with you in one week." Ten minutes after hanging up the phone, the agency responsible for my identity erasure sent me a new address. I went there. A staff member handed me a set of documents. "Mrs. Blackwood, starting today, this is your new identity." I opened the file. The name written on the document was: Eva Moretti Starting today, there was no Elena Blackwood in this world. Only Eva Moretti. The staff member looked at me. "Ms. Moretti, everything has been prepared. You only need to board the assigned flight according to the plan."

What are we going to do? Julianne hurriedly reached for the pen in Adrian's hand. But the attorney warned them not to alter the document. Adrian's expression changed. He looked at me as though waiting for me to say something. Suddenly, the entire situation felt pointless. Julianne explained, "I really didn't do it on purpose, Maddie. Please don't be angry. "We can come back tomorrow and sign a new copy." Adrian fell silent for a moment, then tightened his hold on my hand and said reassuringly:

Those seven years shouldn't be the reason I keep letting myself get hurt. At least I managed to cut my losses after seven years. “Jordan. “You only get so many seven-year chapters in a lifetime. “I’m done spending another seven years on you.” His complexion turned ashen. I brushed past him. Out of nowhere, Jordan hugged me from behind, his voice choked with sobs. “Don’t go. “Don’t abandon me, Eve. “I can end things with Molly. “I can move out. “You can hit or yell at me. “I just want you to come back.”

Viola's POV When I submitted my resignation letter to the secretariat, the staff member looked shocked. "Viola Conti, you're leaving the Derocchi family?" The Don's private secretary was a respectable, well-compensated position. He couldn't understand why I would give it up. "Sì." I smiled and delivered the excuse I'd prepared long ago. "My husband left me an inheritance in Melbir. I'm planning to take my son and live there." It wasn't a particularly clever excuse. But for seven years, everyone believed I was just a single mother raising a child on my own. No one knew that the "husband" I spoke of was actually the Don of the Derocchi family, Aido Derocchi.

I drew in a deep breath. Three years. Dante and I hadn't seen each other in three years. The last time we met, I'd taken off the engagement ring with my own hands and given it back to him. He'd stood in the rain that day, soaked through, his eyes so red they looked ready to bleed. I didn't look back. I got into Dominic's car. Dominic was the Don of Mercer Family. From that day on, the entire hospital knew—Dante Blackwood despised Ivy Ashford.