Romans & histoires Donna Farmer

The affection in his eyes was so clear that, for a moment, I almost believed that I was his entire world. I lowered my head, trying to hide the bitterness rising in my chest. ‘Elijah, this is the last chance I’m giving you. I hope you don’t disappoint me.’ Just as my resolve softened, I received a message from Naomi Cook that very night. Along with it was a photo of her celebrating her birthday with Elijah and Kai. In the picture, Naomi held up two gift boxes with the Cartier logo, smiling brightly. Her message was smug and provocative. [You’re still not leaving? Your husband and son both like me more. How do you still have the nerve to hold on to the donna position?]

In addition, she also couldn't tolerate seeing Luca, her fiance, standing there while his father married his former fiancee. San-Pattrick's Cathedral was packed to the brim with members of the Mafia Famiglias, politicians, businessmen, and members of the press. After all, they were all eager to witness the 45-year-old Don marrying the 25-year-old woman who had almost married his son.

The grievance on Sienna's face vanished instantly. "You saw it that day, didn't you?" She lowered her head and smiled at me viciously. "You saw Matteo holding the baby." As she spoke, she took out her phone. "Look. Don't the two of them look exactly like him? Anyone can tell they're father and son. "Giana, don't you think you're pathetic? A hen that can't lay eggs, and you still think you deserve to be Donna? You should hurry and leave on your own. Otherwise, when you're thrown out of the family, it'll be far more humiliating."

It was winter in the year 2000. A new café had opened in Palo, Sociles. The owner was a disfigured woman who was always wearing a half-veil, and she made very good coffee. No one knew that she was the all-powerful Donna of a mafia family. Another figure was the homeless man who would quietly sit at a corner outside the café every evening to watch her make coffee. No one knew that he was the once-renowned Don of the Lucas family. The man who had once ruled over everything had lost it all in the end.

"I'm Donna, Adam's new business partner." So it was official? Lia turned to Adam in question and he nodded his head. "Oh my God, that's great news." She did a little happy dance unafraid of her environment. She couldn't wait to congratulate Fernando. Donna wasn't sure who this woman was but seemed awfully exciting about the news. Adam recognized the look on Donna's face and chuckled. "I don't know why Lia didn't do a proper introduction. Let me do it. Donna Williams, this is Amelia James, Fernando's wife. Amelia, this is the newest addition to the business."

He was reminding me of my place: here on the estate, we were nothing more than employer and employee. And the woman beside him was his one and only Donna, recognized by all Five Families. I understood the warning in his eyes and swallowed the words I couldn't say. "Don Gallo." Enzo's Adam's apple bobbed. He gave a low "Mm" and kept walking, shielding Camilla and their child, as if the person he'd just passed was a complete stranger. I gave a self-deprecating smile and swallowed the news of my immediate resignation. It's not like he would care anyway.

His body arched off the table. Nothing. "Again! Clear!" This time the monitor beeped. Irregular, but there. I exhaled and my hands finally started shaking. The door opened and a woman walked in. Tall, elegant, wearing heels that cost more than my rent. "Dr. Rosabella Romano. Neurosurgeon." Her eyes scanned the wound. "L1 vertebra. Clean stabilization work. You know what you're doing." "Can you fix it?" "Here? No. But I can prevent further damage until we relocate him.

"This is compensation. I only ask that the Rainier family spare Alexander’s life." Vincent, standing behind Ivy, scoffed coldly. "You think this little offering buys a life?" The donna took a deep breath, as if making a final resolution. "I have convened the Commissione. Given that Alexander’s foolish actions have caused the family colossal losses, he has been officially removed from his position as Don." "From today on, he is no longer the Godfather. He is just a commoner with nothing." "This is the last thing I can do as a mother."

He demanded not even looking at me, but I could see the thick smoke in the air starting to clear "My father, Christian Guerra, is unwell. I will be taking over as the Don of the Cosa Nostra. I am here to offer you a proposal..." I answered, I dont know why I was starting to feel nervous. "You have nothing I want" He interjected, this time he looked at me. Fuck. I've seen those eyes before. He has the same look in his eyes as Vittoria. Either it'll be a match made in heaven... or hell

Lena’s POV “Who gave you the right to talk to me like that?” she snapped. “I’m the future Donna.” Her eyes swept over me with contempt. “And you? You’re nothing but a joke.” I reacted quickly, grabbing for the glass to throw the water back at her. But before I could move, two guards stepped forward and caught my wrist. I turned sharply. They were Caleb’s men. “Are you two insane?” I demanded. “I’m your Donna. Let go of me, or I’ll call Caleb right now.”