Donna Farmer の小説・ストーリー

one of them sneered. I struggled and screamed, "Let go of me. I'm Liliana Medici. I'm Fabrizio's mother!" Giovanna burst into laughter, as if she had just heard the biggest joke in the world. "Give me a break! Liliana died ten years ago in a fire. With that plastic face of yours, how dare you pretend to be the Donna!" She abruptly released my chin and pulled a dagger from her waist. She crouched down sharply and ripped open the left shoulder of my shirt, exposing the smooth skin after grafting.

"Consigliere, I want a divorce from Cassius. I’m handing back all the businesses under my name. Draft up the papers." The old Consigliere frowned. "Camilla, this marriage keeps the peace between our two families. Can you think this over?" I was the frontwoman for Cassius Marino’s dirty empire for three years. In the shadows, I was this cold-blooded Don's legal wife. A month ago, a Mexican cartel kidnapped me. That night, the cartels blew up my husband's secure line, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom. He let it ring. They ended up throwing me into an abandoned meat locker in freezing temperatures. I almost froze to death. Luckily, a butcher stumbled in and dragged me out just in time.

Santino's POV Santino stood before the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, his long fingers drumming restlessly on the mahogany desk. As night fell, his agitation grew. Getting rid of Jessy was just the first step. Now, he had to get back what was truly his. His top aide entered and handed him a top-secret file. "Don, we've found the Donna. She's in Lumina, on the West Coast. She opened an art gallery." He opened the file. The first thing he saw was a telephoto shot.

Some opportunists—fair-weather reeds—suddenly turned their criticism toward the hotel. "What kind of trash hotel is this? How can you judge people by their appearances? Just because the Donna was dressed a little simpler, you saw her as a con artist? She clearly said that she was looking for something her child lost, but you insisted on labeling her as mentally ill and even tried to throw her out!" Paul was scared stiff, with cold sweat pouring down his face. Trembling, he stepped forward to explain, "D-Don Vittorino, this is all a misunderstanding! We thought this lady…"

“Of course not. You always did like giving women symbols after you’d already humiliated them.” Matteo stood. “Did you send her the photo?” Vanessa did not deny it. “She deserved to know what kind of man she married.” “Nothing happened.” “Enough happened.” She crossed the room and touched the empty place on his hand where his signet should have been. “You took this off for me, Matteo. You gave me Donna access. You let me sit beside you in that room. If Elena has any pride, she understood perfectly.” Every word landed because every word was true.

Richard asked. "I can, "Donna said. "Though the Surgeon General is higher in rank than me but I will use my influence as the god of war's fiancee to set the meeting up. But if this works out, you must know that you also owe me a favor in the future." She said. Donna wasn't a type that help liberally. "As long as my father survives from his terrible sickness, I'll do what you want in the future," Ronald said. "I think I still have your old mobile number, I'll call you once I set it up," Donna said arrogantly and stood.

With a shake of her head, she turned and went to open the door. "Did you think you could hide from me?" Donna breezed in past Blake who held her cup away from her body not to spill the hot liquid on her. "Not answering your phone doesn't mean that I won't come over here and talk to you." She turned, waving her phone at Blake. "Where is your phone? Have you been writing? Tell me that's why you haven't been answering my calls. That's the only acceptable answer." Donna turned again and walked to Blake's kitchen, she pulled a mug out of the cupboard and poured herself a cup of coffee. "You know, if you ignore me, I'm just going to sit here until you say something." Donna sat at her kitchen count

" I couldn't help but feel amused watching him trip over himself to explain. Only someone with something to hide needed that many words to cover it up. "Just drive." I tossed the hair clip back into the glove compartment and turned to look out the window. Back at the manor, Madre spotted me and immediately started in again. "You got hospitalized for a tiny injury? Talk about being pampered. Back when I was Donna, I handled family business even with a bullet in me." I stopped walking and turned to face her. "If you want to rough it, that's up to you. But my parents didn't raise me just so I could suffer in life."