Danielle Donovan Nude の小説・ストーリー

They muttered something like "kids these days" "Okay. Okay. That's enough" A smooth voice suddenly piped in. I turned around and my mouth literally drops. Daniella was wearing a two piece black bikini. It accentuated all her curves that made her look so gorgeous, her tattoos were on display and her piercings were shimmering against the sunlight. Her hair was down and it bounces as she takes a step. She approaches us and stops in front of me. I was out of words so I just keep on staring. Everything seems to be on slow motion. She slowly raises her hand and tipped my chin.

“My informant sent me pictures.” Katerina took the phone slowly. The photos showed Conrad and Nadia leaving a luxury boutique together. Conrad’s hand was wrapped tightly around Nadia’s. Nadia’s cheeks were pink. The images looked painfully intimate. Danielle’s breathing became uneven again. “Look at them!” she yelled. “Look at the way he’s staring at her!” Katerina’s expression darkened slightly. “This is getting dangerous.” “He never looks at me like that,” Danielle whispered bitterly. She grabbed another vase and hurled it toward the fireplace.

I thought I would be calm. But when the truth finally came out, my body trembled all the same, and I couldn't stop it. "Heads of the families, I know you all want Louis dead right now, but before he's judged, there's a personal debt I mean to settle with him." I took a deep breath. "I wonder if any of you remember the former Donna of the Vitale family. My mother, Selena Pavano." "Twenty years ago, my brother was barely a month old when Louis's wife Jessica threw him from an upper floor to his death. And my father, Louis, never bothered to learn the truth. He took Jessica at her word and had my mother beaten to death..."

I couldn't hear the words, but I watched his posture shift—shoulders squaring, chin lifting, the Don reassembling himself in real time. A tech tapped my elbow. "Miss Kane. There's a call for you on the secure line." "Who?" "She wouldn't give a name. She said you'd know her voice." Lila. I glanced at Dante. He was deep in conversation with Marco Castellano, one hand gesturing sharply at the map, his body angled away from me. This was my call to take. I moved to a quiet corner of the room, my back to the reinforced windows, and picked up the handset. "If you're calling to gloat, I'm hanging up."

Dani answered calmly, flipping her hair over her shoulder. I already knew this was about to become messy. Chloe smirked. “How many bodies?” Dani laughed. “Just two.” The entire room exploded. “LIAR!” Ugo shouted instantly. Even I laughed because there was absolutely no way. Dani was hot as hell. Tall legs, perfect body, pretty face. And she had dated almost every famous athlete in school at one point. There was no universe where that woman only had two body counts. Dani grabbed a pillow and threw it at us. “I’m serious!”

I absolutely refused to make myself small for any man. I went back to the bedroom and started packing up my things. Even though we had been married for several years, I had pathetically little to my name. As the Donna, I was expected to lead by example. Thus, while the family was expanding, lavish spending was out of the question. In just a few minutes, I had packed everything up. Looking at the master bedroom, which was almost unchanged, I felt as if a lifetime had passed. I'd poured all of my heart and soul into Marco and the family, but all I got in return was his betrayal and indifference.

He shot out an arm and clamped his hand around my wrist. "Isabella, what is this madness? Don't make a scene." The pain sent me stumbling, and Amelia was instantly there, her hands steadying me with false kindness. "Donna, what happened to you? Please, don't embarrass the Don." She leaned in close under the guise of an embrace and whispered in my ear. "So clever, our Donna. Did you guess it was me who went there?" "Don't worry, those old paper files take up too much space. I'm helping you clean up, making some room for the family."

She was draped in charcoal silk, her hair pinned back so tightly it looked painful, and her eyes—Frank’s eyes, but frozen over—swept the room with pure, unadulterated loathing. "Get up," she commanded. Her voice was like a blade dragging over stone. "Who are you?" I stammered, my hands fumbling for the duvet, clutching the fabric to my collarbone. "I am Elena Costello.” Before I could even process the name, her hand shot out as she grabbed the edge of the duvet and yanked it away from my body. The cold air slapped my bare skin. I gasped, scrambling to cover myself with my arms, feeling my face burn with shame.

I pushed open the door and found Lia Rossi, my sister, straddling Luca Corleone, my fiance. She was naked, her long blonde hair clinging to her damp back, and her legs were spread wide as she straddled Luca's waist. Luca, leaning against the leather couch with his shirt undone and his chiseled chest exposed, gripped Lia's waist with both hands and thrust upward in a steady rhythm. "Go faster, Luca!" Lia moaned loudly, her breasts jolting hard with each thrust.

LUCA As the lights went out in the room, I stood there staring aimlessly out the windows. I could hear breathy moans coming out from the television. Fuck. There have been many attractive women dangling themselves in front of me over the past few weeks, but I haven't been able to work up even the slightest interest in having sex with them. Now, however, skinny Holly Hopkins in mediocre clothes has me swooning. Swoon. I never swoon.