His Unwanted Wife is the Mafia Princess novel Chapter 47

#Chapter 47 – Who Did This To You?

#Chapter 47 – Who Did This To You?

Third Person

Clara lounges inside of the resort’s spa. She wears a green face mask on her face, one that is made out of avocado, and relaxes underneath the touch of a particularly handsome masseuse. Once the massage is done, Clara stretches her body out and places her feet inside the complimentary sandals.

The blonde haired woman exits the spa with a drink in hand. She sips on I through a straw and tightens the robe around her body, her hair damp from the shower,

She pays no attention to her surroundings and struts down the hallway with ease. She smiles at men who pass her by. If they are exquisitely handsome, she gives them a little wave with her fingers alongside a wink and a smile.

Clara turns the corner and presses the button to the elevator. She hums a song to herself, completely unaware of the man in all black clothing that steps in behind her. She enters inside and presses the button to her floor, backing into the corner when the man enters in after her.

He doesn’t press a button, though, and she chalks it up to it being a coincidence that they are on the same floor. Before Clara can take another sip of her drink, though, the man presses the emergency stop button on the panel and turns to her.

The man looks down at Clara, eyes narrowed in a glare. He pushes her up against the wall. Clara begins to cry, the glass in her hand falling and shattering to the ground.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?” Clara cries out The man leans in, his breath hot on her face, and chuckles.

“We finally found you,” the man spits the words out like venom, “we finally found the hacker that has been evading us this whole time.”

“Hacker? What are you-” Clara screeches when the man shakes her body. His fingers leave bruises into her pale

skin.

“We know it’s you, Tracer! Give it up!” he yells into her face. Tears run down Clara’s cheeks, ruining her fresh makeup.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Clara tries to explain. The man rolls his eyes and lets her go, pressing the button to start the elevator again.

“This is your warning, Tracer,” the elevator doors open, “you better join us or we will come after you again.”

The man exits the elevator. Clara sniffles and looks down at her arms, noticing the fresh bruises. She wipes away her tears and exits the metal box, fleeing towards her room, an idea blossoming inside her head.

Adrian

Stella walks ahead with my mother, joined arm in arm with her, and they laugh and talk about whatever has them giggling. They lean in and whisper, occasionally looking back at me before erupting into a multitude of giggles and laughs all over again. Every time they stare at me, I roll my eyes, which only eggs them on more.

“What are you laughing at?” I ask them as soon as I am able to catch up with them inside the hotel lobby.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” my mother comments, earning another laugh from Stella. I can feel a smile spread across my face, unable to contain the happiness I feel whenever I see her genuine joy.

“Let me walk you to the elevator,” Stella smiles, “you must be exhausted from the day we

“Adrian!”

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#Chapter 47- Who Did This To You?

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The three of us freeze. I raise an eyebrow at Stella who simply shrugs in response. My mother looks around with confusion written all over her face. She turns to me and tilt her head to the side.

“Do you know someone here?”

“Adrian!”

The cry gets closer. It sounds like Clara. My blood immediately turns told.

I turn around and watch as Clara, wearing a sundress and her makeup is as perfect as ever, storms up to me. I turn to Stella, who shares an angry yet sympathetic look.

“Come on, Lilian, let’s get you back to your room,” Stella coos and begins to draw my mother away from the newfound chaos. I watch as they leave, my throat tightening from anticipation.

“Adrian,” Clara’s cries are clear and in my ear. She flings into my arms, her face burying itself inside my neck. Her tears make my shirt turn wet.

“Clara?” Fask, “Is everything okay?”

“No! I was attacked!” Clara says through her sobs. My body turns tense.

“Attacked?” I repeat, unable to form a coherent thought in my brain.

My mind immediately enters its survival mode. I pull Clara away and begin to inspect her exposed body parts. Bruises are lined up along her arms, dark and purple and mocking.

“Who did this to you?” I ask, looking up and into her irritated and teary blue eyes.

“I–I don’t know! They ambushed me in the elevator,” she sniffles. Her eyes move to the side, looking at something behind me. “They said something about a hacker…and the name Tracer?”

Stella approaches us. There is no concern on her face, only annoyance. The sight makes my mind grow even more

angry.

“Adrian…I feel so…” Clara’s eyes roll into the back of her head. Her body goes limp in my arms and I catch her before she can fall to the ground.

Worry overtakes my body. I push her hair out of her face and gently cup her face. She’s unresponsive and her skin feel clammy. Stella circles us, looking down with her hands shoved into her pockets.

“Stella,” I push the words out. She looks at me with one perked up eyebrow, nonchalance written all over her face. “Can you please donate blood? Clara is going to need it.”

“She’ll be fine, Adrian,” Stella’s response is snappy and quick. My back straightens.

“Excuse me?” I scoff at her answer.

“You heard me,” she continues.

“What if she needs it? She could die, Stella,” I say as a desperate plea for help.