All Chapters of Divorce, Mafia Princess Style: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

I came back from a three-month grind in Miami, opened the door, and boom—some random blonde was sprawled on my couch, rocking my silk robe and sipping my vintage red like she owned the place."Who the hell are you?"She looked like she'd just stumbled out of a club—perfect makeup, long hair, fake confidence."Basement. Let her dry out," I told Marco, my shadow since forever."Wait!" Damon, my husband, came flying down the stairs, arms wide. "Vanessa, it's not what it looks like!"Three months and this was the reunion? He looked like hell—thinner, hair a mess, shirt hanging half-off like he got dressed mid-sin."Not what it looks like?" I stepped closer, voice flat. "She's in my house. Wearing MY robe. Drinking MY wine. Wanna explain how that's a mix-up?"The blonde stood, robe slipping off her shoulder like she rehearsed it. Smirked.She opened her mouth.I shut that down real quick. "Did I say you could talk?"Dead silence.Damon knew that tone. Three years in, he should've

Chapter 2

"Report's in, Signora."Sofia slapped a thick file and a fat envelope of photos on my desk.I flipped it open. Damon, caught in 4K—dates, places, even receipts."Strip club. Three nights a week."One pic had him and Chloe all over each other in some grimy VIP booth. She was draped across his lap, both of them sloppy on cocktails."Yeah... that ain't a 'drunken mistake.'""Our guys say it's been at least two months," Sofia said coolly. "And the club? Benedetto turf."I snapped the file shut, fingers drumming.Benedettos were rats. We'd butted heads over everything—guns, coke, bodies.Damon sneaking over there? That wasn't cheating. That was treason."What else?""He used the family card." Sofia flipped a page. "Blew a hundred twenty grand spoiling her."A hundred twenty grand.Generous for a guy with jelly for a spine.Three years ago, his old man, Giovanni, screwed the pooch as capo. Should've been toast.But Damon? He had that baby-face charm. Soft voice, smooth smile.

Chapter 3

"Divorce?" I shot him a smile, cold and sharp. "Fine."Damon froze like I'd just smacked him. Didn't expect that, huh?His mouth opened, no sound. I was already at my desk."Sofia, get the divorce papers started," I said, grabbing a pen. "And let my father know—Damon's got something to say.""Vanessa, I—""You want out, right?" I didn't even glance at him. "Then take it to the Don. Family rules."His jaw clenched, but that fake tough guy look stayed plastered on."What, you wanna settle this in secret?" I dropped the pen, stared him down. "You forget who you married? I'm not some deli guy's kid.""This was a mafia deal from the jump," Sofia chimed in, smirking. "If you're tapping out, better get the Don's blessing."Damon gulped. Sweat slid down his face.Yeah, he hadn't thought this through.Probably figured a mafia marriage ends like some courthouse quickie.Still, hope's a stubborn thing. He stormed off to Papa's office like he had a shot.As soon as he left, Sofia step

Chapter 4

"It's all your damn fault!"Chloe's voice screeched through the monitor, echoing off the rusted metal walls.I watched from outside, arms crossed, eyes locked on the screen.The container was a dump—smelled like rust and sea rot. No windows, just a tiny vent letting in barely enough air to breathe. Light was crap, made the whole place feel like a coffin.Damon was curled in a corner, bandaged up and ghost-pale.Chloe loomed over him, all her fake sweetness gone."If you hadn't pissed off Vanessa, I wouldn't be trapped in this hellhole!" Her finger jabbed at him, voice cracking with panic and rage.Took just a few hours for reality to slap her in the face.This wasn't some rom-com fairytale. No white knight. No rescue. Just cold steel and consequences."Chloe, I..." Damon tried to sit up, wincing hard as pain shot through his chest.That cocky tone he used to flash around me? Gone."Too late for that now!" Chloe snapped, pacing like a wildcat in a cage.Her heels shrieked ag

Chapter 5

"Please, please—let us go!"I stood outside the container, eyes on the monitor.Damon was on his knees, shirt soaked with blood, one arm hanging useless.Chloe crouched next to him—hair a mess, face wrecked, bruises blooming through ripped clothes."I messed up, Vanessa. I know that now." His voice cracked. "I'll do whatever you want.""No more arguments. I swear." He glanced up at the camera, tears clearly fake.I tapped the folder in my hand, smirking at the performance.Three days ago, this guy was yelling for a divorce.Now? On his knees, begging like some pathetic stray.What a joke."Anything?" I said through the intercom, my voice bouncing off the steel walls."Yes! Anything!" Damon nodded like he saw a way out.That flicker of hope in his eyes—he really thought I was going soft.Sad. He still didn't get it."Even if I sell Chloe to the Mexican cartels as a plaything, you'd be cool with that?"Silence.Just the wind shaking the container and waves crashing in the

Chapter 6

"No! This isn't real!" Damon crawled after Sofia, grabbing for her leg. "I'm Vanessa's husband!""Were." She kicked him off. "Duffel's got the rags you showed up with. That's all you ever brought to the table."Chloe just stood there, frozen. Shock. Fear. Reality finally hitting—her golden boy was nothing but a fraud."Vanessa!" Damon screamed at the camera. "You can't do this! We were married three years!""Three years?" My voice cut through the speaker, ice-cold. "You earn any of it? The house? The rides? The drip? Even your old man's still breathing 'cause you wore my ring. It's done. Everything goes back where it belongs."His face drained, like he was watching his own funeral.Sofia slammed the divorce papers to his chest. "Sign it. Our principessa ain't got time for clowns."Then we walked. Left them in the dirt.***Damon stormed back to the mansion he once shared with Vanessa, heart pounding. No way she'd really cut him off like this. Not after everything.She used to

Chapter 7

"I want my cut!"Damon burst through the glass doors, voice bouncing off the polished walls.That grand was toast in three days. Now he couldn't even scrape together enough for a drive-thru burger.He showed up ready to collect what he thought he was owed. Three years of marriage had to count for something, right?It was peak lunch hour. Heads swiveled.Whispers rippled through the room. Everyone knew who he was—the disgraced ex of the Cortese heiress.Damon didn't even blink at the stares. He headed straight for the private room in back—Vanessa's usual spot. Swanky, quiet, perfect for royalty like her."Sir, you can't—" a waiter stepped in."Move!" Damon snapped, shoving the guy into the wall.He kicked open the oak door. It crashed against the wall with a boom.Then he stopped cold.***I was at the dining table in a sleek black dress, sitting across from a man Damon didn't know.Dante looked around thirty, sharp jawline, dressed in a clean-cut black suit that screamed m

Chapter 8

"Not one damn reply..."Damon stared at his phone. Inbox dead silent. He'd hit up every guy from his dad's crew—begged, practically—but no one even left him on read. Guys who used to suck up to him? Gone.Then it hit him. Cortese Holdings. Technically, he was still on payroll. Fifty grand a month to breathe.He called HR."Mr. Russo?" The voice was ice. "Your position was terminated yesterday."His gut dropped. "What? I'm on the board!""Not anymore. If you have questions, contact Legal."Click.Damon sat there, the dial tone buzzing like a fly in his ear.Nothing. He was officially no one.Footsteps came from outside.The door creaked.Chloe dragged in, arms full of greasy takeout bags from her fast food shift."I'm back," she mumbled, drained."Finally!" Damon jumped up. "Get me some water. I'm dying."She froze. "I was on my feet for eight hours. My legs are killing me. Get it yourself.""I'm a man," he snapped. "A woman should take care of her man.""A man?" Chloe

Chapter 9

Damon was at the Cortese gates, knees banging the stone, voice shot from begging."Vanessa, I was wrong. I was completely wrong!"Three days without food had gutted him. Hollow cheeks. Wild beard. Not even a shadow of the man he used to be."Please, just give me one more chance!" He sounded like a cracked record. "I'll do anything. I swear!"The guards didn't flinch. They knew this circus wasn't for them—it was for me."It was her fault!" he cried. "Chloe set me up! She played me, used me, twisted everything I said. I see it now—you're the only one that ever mattered!"The gates creaked open. I stepped out like the queen I was.Sofia shadowed me. Dante sauntered behind."Vanessa!" Damon lit up like some lost soul seeing heaven. "You're finally willing to see me!""Get up." My voice flat.He scrambled to his feet, legs shaking like Bambi on ice.Then he clocked Dante."You again? Who the hell's this?""Dante's an upgrade. He's my new 'business partner.'""Partner?" Damon's

Chapter 10

"If Damon dies, you die too."Marco passed on Vanessa's message like he was reading a grocery list.Chloe got dumped back into that filthy apartment. Damon was sprawled on the floor, groaning.His legs were snapped in ways they shouldn't be. Bent. Broken. Done."This is the dream life you promised me?" Chloe snapped, pointing at him. "You look like roadkill!"Damon lifted his head, eyes unhinged.Pain and ego had finally cracked him."This is your fault!" he howled. "You ruined me, you slut! If you hadn't come on to me—""Me?" Chloe fired back. "You chased me! You said Vanessa was just some spoiled rich girl!""Shut up!" He tried to get up, but just flailed helplessly. "Get me painkillers. Now!""We're broke." Her voice was hollow."Then beg! Steal! I don't care!" he yelled, completely losing it."Why should I?" She crossed her arms. "Why would I listen to you?""Because I'm your man!" His eyes lit up wild. "You're supposed to do what I say!"After that, the place turned

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