The Don's Pet: Breaking Out of His Billion-Dollar Cage

Antonio Rivera finally finds out that I haven't asked him for money in a week.

For once, he sends me a text message to compliment me. "Darling, you've finally learned how to become a good Donna. I've had my men deliver this week's worth of miracle drugs to your mother's ward. As long as you remain docile and don't be greedy, I'll give you anything you want."

What he doesn't know is that I'm printing out a divorce agreement when I receive his message while wearing an old dress from three years ago.

No one will believe that I, the Donna of the Rivera family, have to ask Antonio's Consigliere, Elena Gallo, for money even when I need to buy myself some tampons.

Hell, I have to apply for a leave request three days in advance if I wish to leave my home.

Antonio keeps telling me that he's doing this to protect me.

"It's too dangerous outside, sweetheart. All you have to do is stay at home like a good girl you are."

But one week ago, Mom's illness took a turn for the worse. I begged Elena to skip the request and let me out of the villa.

Elena, however, dragged out my request for seven long days. Only when Mom died did she finally permit me to leave.

Miracle drugs? My mom is already dead. I'm no longer tolerating anyone or anything anymore.

"Go ahead with the divorce, Antonio. I've already signed the agreement."

I dropped the divorce papers onto Antonio Rivera's desk.

"Stop joking," he said without even looking up. He continued scanning his reports.

"I have a dinner appointment tonight. I don't have time for this nonsense."

"I'm not joking," I said, my words firm.

"I want a divorce."

Finally, he glanced up, clearly irritated.

"You know I don't like jokes like that."

His subordinates wisely excused themselves, shooting me pitying looks.

"I'm not joking," I said again with my fists clenched, forcing myself to look him in the eyes.

Antonio Rivera stood up, towering over me. The scent of his cologne mixed with cigar smoke made my throat tighten.

"Sweetheart."

He pulled me close, his voice low as it brushed against my ear.

"Your mother's medication costs a thousand dollars per pill, and she needs six pills a day. If you divorce me, she'll die."

I gritted my teeth, hatred flooding my chest.

I had once been mesmerized by his dominance, but now it made me sick.

"I don't need your medicine anymore!"

I shoved him away, shouting, "My mother is dead, and I just need you to sign!"

His gaze darkened.

"How dare you use that to trick me? Elena showed me a video of your mother taking a walk this morning."

I widened my eyes, about to deny it, but then his Consigliere, Elena Gallo, walked into the room.

"Don, we should leave."

He stood up immediately and gave me an order. "Stop making a fuss. We'll talk when I get back."