His Unwanted Wife is the Mafia Princess novel Chapter 12

#Chapter 12 – Thievery

Stella

As I slowly enter the room, arms crossed over my chest, and set my bag down on a seat by the door. I watch as Adrian drapes an elegant diamond necklace into Clara’s hands. The room fawns and gasps over the sparkling jewelry.

“Congratulations on waking up from your coma, Clara,” Adrian looks down at her, a ghost of a smile on his face.

Clara beams up at him. My heart aches at the sight, knowing that Adrian will never gift me anything beyond money as compensation.

A man weaves through the crowd, his eyes fixated on the necklace. He narrows his gaze and tilts his head to the side. He adjusts his glasses and straightens his posture, a few people now turning their attention towards him.

“It’s a custom replica of the Heart of the Sea! It’s highly coveted and is very expensive!” He states with awe in his eyes. Clara looks around the room while keeping her dazzling smile on her face.

“How do you know about it?” Clara asks with an awkward chuckle.

“I’m a jewelry appraiser!” He smiles at her, “your piece is very exquisite and luxurious!”

Adrian nods, taking the piece from Clara’s hands. He fastens it around her neck with ease and the room applauds from the sight. Clara turns around and I can finally take in her appearance.

She wears a floor length gown similar to last night’s attire. It’s a light blue color and shimmers under the light that comes in through the large floor to ceiling windows. Her golden blonde hair is even more vibrant against the colors of her expensive outfit.

My outfit, on the other hand, is less than special. I wear a simple dress that has a floral pattern sewn into the fabric, my shoes white but with a few tiny scuff marks on the front.

Guests at the family gathering finally notice me, turning to each other to speak in hushed whispers, hiding their mocking giggles and laughs at my appearance. I catch on to a few of their words, my breath catching in my throat.

“Clara is a much better match for him,” one person says.

“She should be his wife instead of Stella,” the person standing next to them agrees. They look me up and down and quiet sneer, turning their backs to me so they can focus on Clara.

“See, Stella,” my adoptive mother comes up from behind me. She rests a hand on my shoulder, nails digging into my skin. “You should sign the divorce papers already and save yourself the trouble!”

I raise an eyebrow and look up at her, shaking my head.

“No. I don’t think I will,” my tone is sharper than usual, “you can’t tell me what I can and cannot do.”

My mother steps away from me, scoffing as if I has just insulted her entire livelihood. Clara’s eyes land on me and I keep my face as emotionless as possible. She glides across the room, her dress kicking up and flowing with her every movement.

“If it makes you feel better, dear sister,” her words are sickeningly sweet, immediately giving away her charade of being a good person despite the room believing her false intentions, “I can give you the necklace Adrian gifted to

1. me.

Clara takes off the necklace and lifts it up and into the air. The light catches on the now confirmed low class diamonds. It sparkles and shines, the light catching the jewels at different angles, reflecting out into the room.

Chapter 12- Thinery