All Chapters of Married the Mafia Boss Who Ruined Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

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Evelyn’s POVI had truly believed Eric was my soulmate in years that we married. He had appeared in my life when I was at my lowest to save and love me.Until I overheard him speaking with his assistant.“The whole reason I married Evelyn was to keep her under control—so she wouldn’t have the chance to interfere with Isabella’s perfect marriage.”In that moment, I realized our marriage was never built on love. It was a carefully crafted lie… all for another woman.The laughter in the room didn’t fade; it only grew louder, more mocking, more suffocating.Adam’s voice rang out, like praising, “Hadn’t I picked the two perfect scums then, Boss? Even Evelyn killed one of them, the other still kept his mouth shut”Eric scoffed, the sound low. “Anyway I was planning to send Evelyn onto one of my regular shipment trip. The police are onto us. Since she’s been to prison once, I figured she won’t mind going back again and covering for me.”Adam replied smoothly. “She’ll jump at that chance, Boss

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Evelyn’s POVHe smiled and patted the back of my head like I was a child. “You should go to hospital if you felt sick. babe.”Then he turned to one of the maids, his voice hard. “Can’t you see Mrs. Graves is drunk? Bring her some lemonade.”The maid nodded, hurriedly leaving the room. She returned shortly with a tray and extended it toward my way.And then, in an instant, Eric pulled out his gun and shot her in the head.The sound was deafening, followed by the sickening splatter of blood and brains across my face. The maid’s lifeless hand still reached out to me, the lemonade mixing with the blood that now stained my skin.I couldn’t hold back my disgust. I wanted to vomit, to run, to scream.Eric didn’t flinch. He wiped his gun clean with his sleeve and looked at me, as if nothing had happened. “She failed at her job, babe. She should’ve waited for my order before serving you that lemonade.”I swallowed hard, the bile rising in my throat, but I forced myself to stay still.Eric was a

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Evelyn’s POVTen minutes later, Adam’s car pulled up to pick me up. “Mrs. Graves. Mr. Graves called. He sent me to get you.”I slid into the car without a word, my mind racing.On the way home, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Isabella. A picture to be more precise. Eric was holding her, his arms wrapped around her as she sat on his lap. The background? Ocean. From the image, I could tell it they were on a cruise ship, probably one of that Eric had just bought. A bottle of champagne sat on the table in front of them, two glasses beside it.Eric had lied to me.He wasn’t at the casino. He was with Isabella.A new message popped up beneath the picture. It was a screen shot of Eric’s message to Isabella.“Every night with Evelyn is a torture. I have to imagine it’s you under me, just so I can cum. I miss you so much, Isabella. Sneak out tonight and meet me at my house, alright? Evelyn wasn’t at home and I want you in my bed.”The words on the screen blurred as I looked up from the

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Evelyn’s POVIsabella's expression suddenly faltered, and she stumbled back a few steps, crying, “Why would you curse me like that, Evelyn? What have I done wrong?”She acted as if I had hit her.Of course it was all a show for Eric. He rushed to Isabella’s side and puller her into his arms, “Are you hurt, Isabella? Are you alright?”Isabella bit her lip. “Evelyn, I know you’re angry with me for marrying your ex-fiance. But I only wanted to make amends, to catch up. Yet you’re still so upset with me. Are you still in love with Alexander, even after marrying Eric?”Her eyes narrowed, and she added, “Even if you hate me, you shouldn’t do this to Eric—loving another man while agreed to marry to him…”She glanced at Eric again, lowering her voice. “Don’t be mad, Eric. Evelyn and Alexander had a long history together..”Eric turned to me, his voice full of accusation. “So, you still love Alexander? He’s the one you called the other day, right? And now you lashed out on Isabella, acting lik

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Eric’s POVIsabella said she was bored, so I figured a weekend at the lake house would lift her spirits. It was the least I could do.Meanwhile, Evelyn was locked up at my estate—punishment for both her lackluster performance and the way she shoved Isabella on the deck that day. The audacity.How dare she treat Isabella like that? If it hadn’t been for Isabella, I wouldn’t even be here—literally.So yeah, maybe I went a little too far with Evelyn.I sent her a text earlier, just to check in. No response. Which was…unlike her. Evelyn usually replied quickly, even if it was just with a snarky emoji. But now? Radio silence.My phone vibrated at last, a jolt of relief flickering through me.Only for Isabella to snatch it right out of my hand before I even got the chance to glance at the screen.“No phones, Eric,” she said, lips curling in a playful pout. “You promised me your full attention this weekend.”“Sorry,” I muttered, reaching for it. “It’s probably Evelyn. I just want to make su

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Eric’s POVAdam shoved her off, rage coloring his face. “Get off me, you crazy bitch. I’m done covering for you.”They fought like rabid dogs, unraveling right in front of me, spitting out lies and truths in equal measure. But it was enough. More than enough.Every word was a dagger. The more I heard, the more hollow I became.I had been cruel to the only person who truly gave a damn about me.Evelyn.I called in scums to harass her. I’d planned to send her off on that ship—to take the fall for me. I left her in that prison, rotting behind bars for two whole years.Two years.And she had done nothing wrong.My hands trembled. I looked at them—covered in blood. Her blood, in a way.What had I become? A true monster who cannot even tell wrong from right.No better than the ones I swore that I was different from.I raised my gun. And I didn’t stop shooting until I ran out of bullets.They both crumpled in a heap, still locked in their grotesque embrace.The bodyguard from the lake house

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Evelyn’s POVAfter Caleb got me out of Eric’s house, I didn’t look back. I boarded a plane headed far away from everything.My old friends from med school were now working with Doctors Without Borders in Africa, living the life we used to dream about between lectures and sleepless study nights. Soon, I’d be one of them. It had always been my dream—to help, to heal, to matter.When the plane landed and I stepped onto the scorching tarmac, the tears came before I could stop them.It had been so long. Too long.One look at my friends—and I remembered who I used to be. Before the prison. Before the marriage. Before Eric.Jake, one of the senior doctors, walked up to me with a gentle smile. “Evelyn,” he said, his voice low and kind. “You doing better now? You had a fever on the plane. Looked like you were catching a cold.”“So much better,” I murmured, returning his smile.Soon, others gathered around me, welcoming me back with warmth that hurt in the best way.I felt a pinch of shame as t

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Evelyn’s POVHis eyes sparkled with something like hope—or maybe madness—as he stepped toward me, arms reaching like he meant to hold me.“You have no idea how much I missed you,” Eric said softly. “They told me you were gone. That you’d died. That there wasn’t even a body to bury.”When I didn’t respond right away, he fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a worn photograph. It trembled slightly in his hand. “Look,” he whispered, holding it up between us like it meant something. “Us. Back then. We were happy. Don’t you miss me, Evelyn?”I stared at him—at this man who once destroyed everything I was—and I couldn’t believe the audacity. The sheer nerve of standing here like nothing had happened.“Miss you?” I let out a quiet, bitter laugh. “Just drop it, Eric. You and I were never in love. Our entire marriage was built on lies and convenience. A contract, not a connection.”His shoulders sagged. “Please don’t say that…”“I mean every word.” I folded my arms tightly across my chest. “You’

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