Dumping My Mafia Husband



Chapter 1

"Miss Voss, are you sure you want to cancel your ID, passport, everything? You will be in greater pain if you ever need to get them back. It'll be like… you won't even exist anymore."

The clerk said, taking a deep breath. Her fingers were still touching the forms I had just slid across the counter.

Moreover, I could easily see the confusion in her eyes. Probably she had seen people who tried to disappear before, but not like this.

The next moment, I leaned forward. It would not be a lie that my voice was steady but laced with cold resolve. "That's the point. Eva Voss has to disappear. Completely."

When she heard my cold voice, she swallowed her breath. It seemed like she was trying to decide if she should talk me out of it or simply comply. But she didn't know the reality.

I wasn’t just a woman who wanted to vanish. I was the wife of Cassian Moretti, the head of the Moretti Mafia Family. And I was done being his pawn.

Eventually, she signed the forms and stamped them. My eyes were fixed on her as she did it all without a second thought.

With that last stamp, my old life ceased to exist. There was no more Eva Voss. No more Cassian Moretti’s wife. No more mafia queen. She was just gone.

The moment I moved outside the world seemed as cold and distant as the life I was leaving behind.

To be honest, I had no time to look back. I had erased every last trace of my existence in this world—the world Cassian had built for us, for me.

The sudden buzzing of my cell phone broke my trance. I checked the screen, and a new message flashed across it.

My new identity was confirmed. The private flight was scheduled. In a matter of days, my carefully planned life would begin.

But as I glanced at the lock screen, my heart tightened. My eyes stopped at the lock screen. It was our wedding picture, me and Cassian, standing on the island he had built just for us.

We were surrounded by our mafia family and allies. The announcement had made headlines across the city, and the world.

He gave a name to the island —"Eva Haven”. It was the symbol of his love and admiration. I will never forget how our love story was celebrated like a fairy tale.

A sick, bitter laugh escaped from me. I still remember how Cassian used to pursue me for twenty long years.

He never gave up. He had never stopped. Although I had rejected him at every turn, he never halted.

In those years, I had seen him grow. He had become the man who he was today. His hands weren’t just stained with crimes—they were the hands of a king.

The mafia world had bowed to him, and I had been his queen. Or so I thought.

As a teenager, he was always in the background of my life, always trying to get my attention. But I pushed him away and kept rejecting his love.

How could I trust someone when my father had abandoned my mother at her worst?

He left her to die alone in a hospital room? I had learned early that love was a trap.

But then, my health deteriorated. The moment I thought I was going to die, he didn’t hesitate.

Without even a second thought, Cassian gave me his bone marrow. He saved my life. Even though I wasn't in full consciousness, his words still echoed in my mind.

"I did it for you."

Then there was no going back. I let him in. I let him believe I trusted him. After years of rejecting him or running from him, I said yes when he proposed.

I gave him everything he wanted—everything he had fought for. I promised him that if he ever betrayed me, I would disappear without a trace. I warned him that he only had one chance.

He agreed. He gave me his life, his empire, everything. But a month ago, I found him with another woman.

How could he?

I wasn’t naive. I wasn’t stupid. The man who had pursued me for so many years betrayed me. The way he was looking and touching another woman was heartbreaking.

“Does he think I will stay?”

Chapter 2

I won't. I wasn't going to stay in a marriage built on lies, on betrayal. I had erased every trace of my existence and planned my escape.

The divorce papers were signed. They were scheduled to be delivered in three days. By the time Cassian would find them, I would be gone.

I walked through the gates of the Moretti Mansion like a ghost. I moved past the familiar guards who barely acknowledged my presence. I didn’t belong here anymore. I wasn’t Eva Voss anymore.

I walked through the halls of the mansion. It was a place that once felt like home. The grand chandeliers, the paintings, and the security everywhere, everything was built for me. For us.

But now, it feels suffocating.

As I walked past the kitchen, an unmistakable sound grabbed my attention.

I froze.

As much as I knew Cassian should have been at a meeting with the Moretti Mafia family’s council. He had left earlier, and his men had confirmed that. He shouldn’t have been here.

Cautiously, I walked towards the kitchen, and my hands tightened on the doorframe.

In the middle of the kitchen, it was Cassian. The mafia don and the ruthless leader of the Moretti Mafia Family. He was wearing his black tailored suit.

At the sound of my footsteps, he turned his head and stopped his sharp blue eyes onto mine.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

“What are you doing here?”

“Cooking for you!” The words came out of his mouth effortlessly.

I was looking at his forbidden features.

Even the most untouchable Mafia don could be tempted by betrayal. I shook my head at my thoughts.

“What happened?” He raised his left eyebrow as he found me looking at him intensely.

The black apron draped over his shirt clung to his broad frame. Then he wiped his hands with a towel and stepped towards me with confidence.

The next moment he leaned down, and pecked my cheek.

His strong woodsy scent was spiced with the faint trace of cigar smoke. It hit me first. But there was something else tonight. Something light and floral. Not mine. My body tightened, my gaze darkened.

“Late night, tesoro?” His deep voice was smooth. It almost disarmed me. “I told Enzo to bring you home. Did he not show? Or did you decide to take a midnight stroll again?”

Before I could answer, he sat down in front of me and slipped off my shoes with deliberate care.

His hands stilled as they touched my icy toes, and a flicker of something passed across his face. Without hesitation, he cupped them in his palms, and his warmth engulfed me.

Even though he was a Mafia boss, he still did those things for me. Earlier, I used to feel special as there was a spark and sense of safety. But now, it feels like nothing.

“I needed some air,” I replied coldly. “The neighborhood’s quiet at this hour.”

“Quiet? Maybe.” He slipped on my slippers with a softness that contradicted the cruelty I knew he was capable of. “But safe? That’s another story. Don’t test my patience, Eva. You know it's not safe.”

Without any argument, I nodded absently and calculated his further movements from a distance.

“Guess what I got you this time,” he said, standing up. There was a playful smirk plastered at the corner of his mouth. Now, it just felt like a mask.

I said, without looking away. “Another piece of your empire.”

A dark laughter left his mouth.“Smart woman. That’s exactly why you’re mine.” The next moment, he rubbed his thumb over my cheek.

“A luxury jewellery store. Exclusive, high-end. They’ve got designs that scream Eva Voss.”

“That’s admirable,” I said, walking past him into the living room.

His grin widened and was predatory now. “Admiration doesn’t even begin to cover it. You’ve got the world at your feet, Eva. And I’ll make sure it stays that way.”

“Speaking of surprises,” I said, my tone playful, though my heart heavy with restrained anger.

“I have something for you, too. You’ll get it in three days. Don’t forget.”

The moment those words came out of my mouth, Cassian knitted his eyebrows together. There was a genuine curiosity that flickered across his face.

“A gift? From you?”

Chapter 3

He closed the distance between us in two long steps. His hands rested on my waist. “You’re full of surprises tonight, amore mio. Don’t keep me waiting.”

I didn’t respond and kept standing there. Later that evening, over dinner, Cassian pushed a sleek black folder across the table.

“The papers are ready,” he said, his tone casual but his eyes sharp. “Sign them, and the brand’s yours. Their designs are ready to ship next week.”

I opened the folder, and read the details briefly before picking up the pen. I signed with a calm demeanor that matched my voice. “Done.”

At that moment, there was a loud popping sound from his phone. He turned his gaze towards it. He was distracted. His focus was everywhere but on me.

“They’re limited edition, you know,” he said absently. His eyes were still fixed on the screen. “You’ll love them. I already told the driver to take you tomorrow. No excuses, Cara.”

“You’ve given me so much, Cassian,” I said, my voice deceptively soft.

He turned his face towards me at my tone, his dark eyes locking on mine. For a moment, the man who ruled the city with an iron fist looked vulnerable.

“You’re my world, Eva,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “If I don’t protect you or spoil you, someone else might think they can take you from me.”

A flicker of guilt passed through me at his words, but it was quickly replaced by the bitterness festering inside.

No one needed to take me away. I was going to leave on my own. For the rest of the evening, Cassian’s focus remained on his phone.

He kept issuing commands, sealing deals, and maintaining his iron grip on the city.

And me? I sat in silence, a faint smile concealed the storm brewing within.

Time was running out. Not for me alone but for both of us. Everything was there but love. We ran out of it, I guess.

His eyes were fixed on the screen of his phone as if he was seeing something amusing.

After looking at him for two long minutes, I finally asked, “Are you still working at home?”

"You used to leave work at the office after coming home," I said, my voice echoing in the silent air.

Cassian Moretti, the infamous head of the Moretti Mafia Family, barely moved his eyes from his phone. He was sitting in his private studies. There was a faint glow of the screen highlighting his sharp features.

A simple wedding band was adorning his hand. To be honest, it felt more like a prop these days. The next moment, he hovered over the keypad. Hesitation flickered across his face.

"Things have changed, Eva," he mumbled, his tone sharp. "The family demands more these days.”

He stopped in the middle and glanced up at me. A flicker of guilt crossed his sharp features, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. It was replaced by his usual mask.

“It’s nothing, cara mia,” he replied smoothly and kept the glass down. “Just a little work. Go to bed. I’ll join you soon.”

But I didn’t move. My gaze stopped at the screen of the phone in his hand. For a moment, the screen illuminated with a new message.

It was a single emoji. A crying face. Moreover, I didn't miss the sender's name- Elena Johansson.

Without delay, I turned away and pretended not to notice, and headed towards the bedroom. My steps were slow, but my heart accelerated at the highest speed.

Once I walked inside my bedroom door, I grabbed my phone and logged into the dummy account I’d created weeks ago.

It took me no time to search for the name that had been haunting me for days—Elena Johansson.

She was the social media influencer who used to pretend and had just posted an update.

Her caption was bold, almost defiant:

"Grateful to my man for making dreams come true. The new endorsement deal is signed, sealed, and ready to launch. This exclusive collection? All mine."

Chapter 4

The accompanying photo was hers. She was wearing a necklace, unmistakably from the same luxury jewellery brand Cassian had gifted me tonight.

The comments were ruthless.

“Fake. No way she’s the face of that brand.”

“She’s trying too hard. Who’s buying this nonsense?”

“She probably begged some sugar daddy for it.”

But then a sudden comment caught my eye. It was a freshly created account that had interrupted:

“I work with the brand. It’s true. Her boyfriend personally signed the deal. The official shoot begins tomorrow.”

The backlash was immediate. Everyone was accusing her of the account being fake.

But then, as if to stop those people, the account posted a photo of the signed endorsement contract.

At the bottom of the document, was Cassian’s signature.

I forgot to breathe. My body trembled. In no time, I connected the pieces of the puzzle.

From the bathroom, I heard his voice. It was low and commanding, the kind that sent chills down anyone’s spine.

“Last chance for you to make tomorrow’s shoot happen. If it doesn't happen as planned, you’ll answer me. Understand?”

There was a long pause. Then, his tone grew colder.

“Try to double cross again. I’ll make sure you disappear.”

His threats were calculated, and true. Cassian wasn’t a man who wasted words.

When he came out, his gaze locked on mine. His eyes softened, concern was there in his voice.

“Eva? You look pale. Are you all right?”

I forced a weak smile and masked the storm brewing inside me. “Just a headache,” I whispered.

He cupped my cheek, his touch deceptively gentle. “You’ve been crying.”

“It’s nothing,” I murmured. “Go finish your work.”

But he didn’t move. “Tesoro, I don’t care about work if something’s wrong with you. Tell me.”

I lowered my head and whispered, “It’s just a bad dream. That’s all.”

For a moment, Cassian hesitated, then he leaned down and pecked my forehead. “Stop filling your head with nightmares. You’ve got me to protect you. Nothing will hurt you.”

But the pain inside my heart wasn’t a dream. It was real.

After an hour, the loud sound of the main door closing disturbed my peaceful sleep. I didn't give it much thought and wore a black coat just to step out. I was trailing him through the streets.

Cassian stopped in front of a high-rise. It was the kind that was reserved for people who owed their wealth to men like him.

Seconds later, he rang the doorbell. Without delay, it swung open and Elena Johansson was standing in front of him. seconds later,

She was wearing a black silk robe that barely concealed her intentions. She gave a knowing smile.

“Mr. Moretti,” she mumbled. “Thanks for coming. I didn’t think you’d make it.”

Cassian stepped closer, his broad frame covered her. She rubbed her hands on him.

“I’ve got a gift for you,” she whispered, her fingers moving with the buttons of his coat. “But you’ll have to unwrap it yourself.”

My nails pierced through my palms as I stood hidden behind the tree. For a second, I forgot to breathe.

Then I sent a single message to the only person I trusted.

“It’s time. Three days. Be ready.”

In no time, my eyes shifted in their direction again. Elena’s delicate, manicured hand slid up Cassian’s sleeve.

Her touch was calculating as she guided his hand to the diamond-studded ribbon at her waist. Her intentions were clear and shameless. A smirk dripping with seduction plastered her mouth.

I froze. I wasn't able to breathe as I was drowning deep in that sea of betrayal. My husband, Cassian Moretti, the Mafia Don of the Moretti Mafia Family, whose name was enough to make empires tremble, allowed it.

He let her touch him, let her pull him closer until they moved inside, leaving me there alone.

Meanwhile, I kept standing there. The inner turmoil inside my head was almost bursting.

"Is this how you love me, Cassian?"