His Unwanted Wife is the Mafia Princess novel Chapter 27

#Chapter 27 – All Bark And No Bite

Adrian

Days have gone by and I still have not received word from Stella or her so called lawyer about the divorce. They have been radio silent and I can’t help but admit that the thought of being served papers haunts me.

The threat hangs over my head while 1 am at work, while Lan in the middle of an important business meeting, and when I am home alone after the work day has ended. I have stared at my phone for hours on end, waiting for a call or message from my own personal lawyer that he has been handed papers on my behalf or that he has received word from her lawyer that they are going through with it.

Nothing has come though, so the looming threat of Stella divorcing me has begun to vanish, disappearing into the night like a misty fog

Perhaps Stella has come to realize that she needs me to survive. She needs my money and influence to go about our societal circle with ease, although she has always been on the more quiet side while at public events.

Or maybe, just maybe, Stella cares about me.

Hopefully there is a part of her that lies beyond the materialistic gold digger I have come to know. I know that Stella has a good heart and I know that she is capable of being kind and caring, so maybe that side of her has finally come out.

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If there is even a possibility that Stella can put aside her selfish ways and see just how hard and devastating a divorce would be for my company and I, especially when stock prices are soaring and are not slowing down, then I wish for her to take the opportunity to show me decency and kindness despite my constant outbursts towards her.

A part of me knows that I should apologize to her for the way I have been treating her, but ever since Clara woke up from her coma, things have been so different. Circumstances have changed and maybe Stella is just scared of what is going to happen to her after the dust is settled.

Had I not reassured her that I will continue to take care of her? Is Stella freaking out over a loss that will never come?

and pinch the bridge of my nose, the tips of my fingers gradually moving to my eyes to massage away the

that begins to form. My phone vibrates on my desk but I pay no attention to it. I click a button on my desk and my secretary immediately pushes inside my office,

“How may I help you, sir?” she asks with a bright smile on her face.

“How many more meetings do I have for the rest of the day?” I inquire and stand from my desk, circling around, and slowly approaching her.

With one quick glance at her notepad, she responds, “It looks like you have three more to go, sir, and you next one begins in just a few minutes if you would like to follow me to the board room.”

I nod and slip my phone, which continues to beep and vibrate, into my pocket. We walk down the hallway. I remain silent while she hands me the necessary papers for the meeting, quietly briefing me on the subject matter since my mind has been preoccupied with Stella.

I enter the room and take my place at the head of the table while the others remain on the sides with a few seats separating us. My secretary passes me off to my assistant and I nod my head at him, pulling out my phone and hiding it within the informational packet. The group begins their meeting and my assistant jots down notes for

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My finger taps Clara’s name, opening up our text messages I scroll for what seems like an eternity, Clara’s messages take up the entire screen, the numerous amounts of gray chat bubbles becoming monotonous and

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It makes my eyes feel tired and I can’t help but hold back ayawn. As I read trough her messages, a common theme arises: my divorce with Stella.

I contain a frustrated groan, swallowing it whole as the meeting; drowns on. More messages from Clara flood in.

Clara: I know you saw this!

Clara: Please answer me!

Clara: Adrian, my love, we need to talk about your marriage with Stellal

1 gnaw at the inside of my cheek, anxiety slowly bubbling inside my chest. My fingers hover over the phone’s keyboard, ready to type a message so I can put Clara’s mind at ease, but nothing comes to me. My mind is completely blank on how to respond to her.

Clara: Can I call you? Please? It’s urgent!

Adrian: I can’t talk right now. I am currently in a meeting. Can we talk later?

What I texted Clara is the truth however, there is an underlying motive behind my words. I need time to think of a proper response to her, to think of a way to tell her that Stella and I are not going to get a divorce due to reasons out of her control.

How can I explain to her that my marriage to Stella has an effect on my career and I? Will she be able to understand that I will not be able to give her the life that she deserves?

Clara: No, Adrian, you need to call me now!

Clara: I swear if you hang up my call again, I’m going to ignore you!

Adrian: I am in a meeting, I can call you afterwards.

Clara: That just feels like an excuse!

I suck in a sharp breath. The team currently presenting stops halfway through their powerpoint, looking at me with scared and confused eyes.

“Is…is everything okay? Do you not like what we have planned?” the leader of the group asks. I look up from my phone and clear my throat.