Don Cheats, I Quit!

Everyone said my good looks were what saved me from my family's downfall. It was how I managed to become a Donna.

I was the only one who knew why he had to compromise to marry me.

Xavier Whitmore, the tall and handsome Don, was unable to have physical relationships with a woman.

When I shyly took off the gown on our wedding night, he sat in his chair and lit a cigarette before remarking in an icy voice, "I'm allergic to women. That said, you have my word that you will be the only woman in my life."

He kept his promise. Though he never so much as touched me in the five years of our marriage, he provided me with a life of luxury and wealth.

Although it was merely a title, being his only woman brought me happiness.

Everything changed on the day my men and I were ambushed by a rival mafia family. We barely made it out alive.

When I returned home, I found him locked in a tight embrace with his widowed sister-in-law, Alice Ortega.

"Alice, I won't let you remarry. If you do, I'll make sure that man dies a thousand deaths."

I scoffed. It wasn't so much that he couldn't handle being physical with a woman. It was simply that he could not be physical with anyone but her.

In that case, she could have the pleasure of being the Donna.

Alice Ortega tried to break free from Xavier Whitmore, but he held on to her tightly like a boy who refused to let go of his favorite toy.

They looked like they were reenacting Romeo and Juliet, a pair of star-crossed lovers.

What about me? Did my official title as the Donna count for anything?

I felt my blood run cold upon witnessing their interaction.

“Xavier, let go, we can’t…”

“I’ve already given you to my brother once. Do you expect me to let another man have you again?”

The veins on his forehead seemed about to pop. His usual calm and stoic demeanor was replaced with a torrent of anger and jealousy.

I had to wrap my arms around myself to stop myself from trembling.

Six months ago, I was kidnapped by a rat in the family. He held me hostage and used me as leverage to get Xavier to step down from his position.

Xavier seemed completely unfazed during the negotiation with the traitor. Then, when there was a moment’s distraction, Xavier gunned him down.

In my mind, he was always an expressionless, stoic man.

It was a shock for me to see that he could be brought out of his shell, capable of jealousy and wanting affection.

I supposed I was not worthy of his affection at the end of the day.

“Xavier, please listen to me and let go. We can’t do this, think about Grace…”

I delusionally waited for his response, only to hear him produce a long sigh.

“Five years back, I already told her