All Chapters of Done Playing My Mafia Husband’s Divorce Game: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

My mafia husband married me seven times. And seven times, he made me sign divorce papers, all to protect his childhood sweetheart, who was always getting into trouble. He'd always say it was for my own safety, and just as he always did, he'd set a date for our remarriage.He just didn't know that this time, when I handed him the divorce papers, there would be no remarriage."Tessa's back. Sign it, Carter."I kept my expression carefully neutral as I slid the signed divorce papers across the vast mahogany desk and into his hand.His long, well-defined fingers paused.Carter looked up, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.But he quickly regained his composure and expertly signed his name on the document.This was the first time in all these years that I had beaten him to it, that I had been the one to initiate the divorce.After signing, he took a sip of whiskey and casually assured me,"The usual arrangement, Maeve.""Give her a month to clean up her mess, and we'll get married again."In

Chapter 2

In the days after we signed the papers, Carter was like a ghost. He didn't contact me once.The old me would have gone insane. I would have locked myself in my room, numbing the pain with alcohol and antidepressants like an addict.But now, the very air I breathed felt sweeter.Less than three weeks remained until my "death."I no longer shut myself away in that gilded cage of a mansion. Instead, Ava and I partied every night.Raising her champagne flute, Ava teased that I was having a late-blooming rebellion, "If you'd shown this 'fuck it all' attitude sooner, that arrogant bastard would have been on his knees at your feet long ago."Then came the night of the gala at a top private gallery in Manhattan.I was lost in thought, staring at a portrait of the Madonna, a favorite of my father's from the Renaissance, when a commotion erupted behind me.No matter where he went, Carter Throne carried an oppressive weight that clung to him like a second skin.He was dressed in a perfectly tailo

Chapter 3

I thought that encounter at the gallery would be my last with Carter before I "died."But just as I was encrypting the final asset transfer document to the Swiss bank, the burner phone, the one I only ever used for his divorce notices, started vibrating wildly on the table.Carter's name flashed on the screen. A rare sight.I used to wait for his calls so desperately I'd take my phone into the shower in a waterproof bag.And I'd wait for nothing.Now, this was the first time he had called me since we'd signed the papers.But the phone's insistent ringing filled me with a strange anxiety, like I was staring at a ticking time bomb.I stared at the screen for three seconds before finally answering.I said nothing, listening to the sound of Carter exhaling smoke on the other end. "Maeve, did you empty our joint account at Credit Suisse?""Twenty million dollars. What do you think you're doing?"His voice was laced with anger, the irritation of a man in power whose authority has been challe

Chapter 4

Free from Carter's interference, the days flew by, swift and silent as a bullet from a silenced gun.Ava brought me the latest underground news.She sat on my suitcase, swinging her long legs. "I heard Carter publicly flipped a table at the Costello family dinner. Ignored the glares from both Godfathers and stormed out.""The rumor is he got into a huge fight with Tessa, supposedly to defend your honor."I tossed our last photograph together into the fireplace, watching the flames consume Carter's young, handsome face."He's not trying to win me back, Ava. He just can't stand that his little pet dared to chew through her leash."The old me was like a lunatic with Stockholm syndrome.I would have bribed his driver and bugged his phone, ready to pounce the second a crack appeared between him and Tessa, wagging my tail to prove that I was the only loyal one.Now? I couldn't care less. Even if he turned all of New York upside down for me, it would just be another move in their toxic littl

Chapter 5

"Goodbye, ex-husband."From the speedboat, I watched the towering flames behind me. A sense of finality, of release, finally washed over me.Waves of heat rolled across Lake George, burning the night sky crimson.His voice was hoarse and desperate, as if he himself were on the verge of collapse."Capo! You can't go in! The beams have collapsed!"Two burly Soldatos grabbed his arms, but they could barely restrain the man consumed by madness.Carter shattered the nose of the Soldato to his left with an elbow strike. "Get off me! She's in there, waiting for me. She told me she'd wait!"Carter spotted Ava and lunged, grabbing her arm like it was his last lifeline."Where did she go?!"Ava scoffed and wrenched her arm free."Stop acting, Carter. Don't you think it's a little late for that?""You're lying! Tell me this is just one of your sick jokes! Right?!""A sick joke?" Ava sneered, her eyes a mixture of pity and mockery. "Do you think this is just another one of your childish games?""C

Chapter 6

Carter moved through his Manhattan penthouse like a walking corpse.As he pushed open the heavy, bulletproof door, a familiar scent hit him.It was the rich, sweet-and-sour aroma of tomato and basil, mingled with sautéed eggplant: Sicilian caponata.It was Maeve's specialty, a traditional dish.Whenever he returned late at night after a firefight, she would always leave a bowl of warm soup for him.His heart hammered in his chest, and a wild spark of hope ignited in his dead eyes."Maeve? Is that you?"Ignoring the soot and grime covering him, he stumbled into the kitchen. "I knew it... I knew it was all fake..."But the sight of the person at the stove froze him in place. The smile vanished from his face.The figure, wearing a sensual silk nightgown, was stirring the clay pot with a spoon.Seeing him, she flashed a triumphant smile."Carter, you're back? I knew you'd be hungry."All his hopes turned to dust in an instant.Tessa was wearing Maeve's apron, tied over a sheer nightgown. C

Chapter 7

As the plane landed at Zurich Airport, I looked out the window at the snow-capped peaks of the Alps and felt as if I were in another lifetime.Walking out of the terminal, an old gentleman in a gray cashmere coat was already waiting.Antonio, one of Europe's most renowned antique restorers and a dear friend of my late father.For Carter, I had betrayed my family's tradition and rejected the legitimate life my father had planned for me, a life in the sun.It had been six years since I'd last touched a paintbrush."My child..."I choked back a sob and threw myself into his arms."I'm sorry. I failed my father. I can't believe I threw away my own talent for a monster like Carter."Antonio held me tightly, without a single word of blame for my past foolishness. He just said, "It's good to have you back."Tears streamed down my face. I finally understood.My only true salvation was to escape that world of blood and lies.I had been so bewitched, to think that Carter, a man who had divorced

Chapter 8

Carter found me at a private gallery in London, while I was on a date with my new boyfriend, an old childhood friend named Killian.Inside the Victorian-era glass conservatory, Killian's fingertips traced the rim of his champagne flute.For three years, this business magnate from the Sterling family, a man who held the reins of European finance, yet only ever showed this gentle side to me."Twenty years and four months since I first met you."He suddenly produced a Tiffany-blue velvet box from the inner pocket of his bespoke suit."I can't wait any longer."The moment the velvet box opened, it seemed as if all the sunlight in the conservatory converged on the star-cut sapphire inside.A twelve-carat Kashmir sapphire, encircled by more than twenty flawless diamonds, like the brightest star in the night sky."I had my people retrieve it from Graff last month."He took my wrist."It suits you even better than I imagined."This man, who commanded hundreds of billions in the business world,

Chapter 9

"Mr. Throne," Killian began, his voice cold and heavy with authority. "If you touch my fiancée again, by tomorrow morning the coordinates for the Throne family's last arms supply line will be on Interpol's desk."Carter didn't hear him. He looked up, revealing a scar that ran from his temple to his jaw."Remember this? You gave me this scar with a broken bottle during our third divorce. But I never blamed you...""You deserved it."I finally spoke."Because that day, I walked in to find Tessa lying on our bed, wearing my wedding dress."I broke free from his grasp and gave him one last look before leaving."Love isn't possession and control. It isn't a toy to be used and discarded. Carter, you've never known the first thing about love.""When you've seen what it's like to stand in the sun, you realize just how pathetic the darkness is."With that, I took Killian's hand and walked out of the gallery without looking back.As Killian held the car door for me, I could still hear Carter's

Chapter 10

"I don't want any of it anymore..."Carter's voice was broken, like a prisoner giving his final confession."Not the power, not the family... I only want you.""Maeve, this was our beginning. Have you forgotten? Can we start over? Please?"Killian's grip on my hand suddenly tightened, his breathing uneven. I knew he was afraid I might still have some lingering pity for Carter.But how could I?I gave his hand a gentle squeeze, signaling that he had nothing to worry about.I didn't even spare a glance at the ring. I nodded to the officiant. "It's time to begin the ceremony."I saw Carter carve the letters of my name, Maeve, into his arm with a knife, the blood mingling with rain on the stone steps.Killian informed me, "The Throne family has completely abandoned him. He has nowhere else to go."I didn't linger, but walked resolutely toward the altar.Just as the priest began to read the vows, Carter broke through the final line of defense.He stumbled into the church, holding up the sil

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