A CEO Lost Everything After Betraying His Mafia Wife

Right after I won that $500M overseas order, my CEO husband's secretary kicked me out of the shareholder group.

Before I could even react, my phone buzzed.

It was a message from Julian. "Zoe accidentally removed you. Don't overthink it."

I stared at those words but didn't reply.

I knew why he sent this message—he was afraid I'd go after Zoe Carter.

But this time, I said nothing and just resigned.

I had overheard his talk with his assistant that day outside the office.

"Transfer all of Bella's shares to Zoe's name. Have Bella take over the overseas merger next week. Make sure all the paperwork is finalized before she gets back."

The assistant's voice wavered. "But if Isabella finds out, she might be upset and even leave you…"

Julian let out a sigh. "So I have to keep her in the dark. She's an orphan, and I'm all she has. She feels unsafe, so she's always been jealous of Zoe. But Zoe needs those shares to establish herself in the company. Don't worry, I'll make it up to Bella. When she comes back, I'll give her the wedding she's been waiting for. I'll make us public."

I pulled my hand back from the door. I turned and walked away without a sound.

He was convinced I was an orphan who couldn't live without him, but that wasn't the truth.

Actually, I was the cherished princess of New York's Gambino crime family.

For him, I gave up my family's protection and married him as an ordinary girl, hiding my true identity.

Now that he betrayed me, I saw no reason to cling to this marriage.

By the time Julian pushed open my office door, I had already closed every file on my screen.

The resignation sat in my drafts folder, unsent but complete, waiting for the right moment.

I sat back in my chair and watched him walk in.

Three years ago, that stride used to make my heart skip. The way he moved—confident, purposeful, like he owned every room he entered—used to take my breath away.

Now it just made my stomach tighten.

His eyes landed on my face. He paused. He seemed to choose his words carefully before speaking.

"You've been quiet. Still upset about what happened earlier?" he asked. "Zoe didn't mean it. It was an accident. Why do you have to hold it against her?"

This man used to care about nothing but work. Deadlines, deals, quarterly reports—those were his priorities.

He never noticed little things like this. He never came to my office just to check on my feelings. I'd convinced myself that was just who he was. That he was built differently, wired for ambition instead of affection.

But now, for Zoe, he had walked all the way here to make excuses. To smooth things over. To make sure she didn't feel uncomfortable. To protect her peace.

I looked at him and curved my lips. It was probably a bitter smile. A self-mocking one.