His Unwanted Wife is the Mafia Princess novel Chapter 49

#Chapter 49- Rejected Yet Again

Third Person

Clara opens her eyes as soon as she hears the door of her hotel room click shut. The fork automatically slides into place and she sits up in bed with an exaggerated yawnY.

Adrian moves inside the room, worry etched all over his far. As soon as he notices that Clara is awake, he lunges towards the bed. He takes her hands into his, immediately checking her body for any new bruises that may have formed over her body.

“What happened?” Clara feigns a raspy voice, het plan of pretending to pass out clearly hacking worked to get Adrian to come to her side.

“You fainted, Clara,” Adrian sighs, frustrated. “You had me so worried….

“It will be okay, my love,” Clara coos, pathetically coughing

Adrian stands and rushes to the refrigerator inside the modest well, as modest as Clara can be resort hotel room. A smirk forms on Clara’s face when Adrian’s back is to her, the smirk disappearing as soon as he turns back around.

Adrian sits on the edge of the bed, opening up the cap of the water bottle, and gently guides it towards her lips. Clara sighs and leans forward, gulping down half of the water bottle’s contents.

“How are you feeling?” Adrian asks with concern filled inside his voice. He inches closer to Clara, placing his hand on top of her thigh.

“I am okay,” Clara sighs, “I just feel a little bit weak, that’s all.”

“That is completely normal. I’ll order room service for you, okay? You have to remain strong and keep your body nourished,” Adrian stands from the bed. He heads towards the side table where the room’s phone is.

Clara sighs and watches Adrian with a smile. She relaxes into the bed, her head falling deeper inside the plush pillow.

A phone’s ringtone begins to cry out. Clara raises an eyebrow, looking over at Adrian. He sighs and plucks his phone from his pocket. He declines the call and goes to pick up the rooms phone when his cell phone begins to ring again.

Disappointed yet ready to seize the opportunity to have some alone time and find a back up plan, Clara sits up in bed. She coughs again, gaining Adrian’s attention, and bats her eyelashes at him.

“Is that work?” she sweetly asks.

“It is, yes,” Adrian groans. He looks back at his phone. “One of the board members came to us with a concern that, well, will either make or break my company.”

“Go, Adrian,” Clara coos. “You should take it. It sounds very important. They need you…their heroic leader.”

Adrian rolls his eyes at her compliment and turns his attention back to his phone. It dings from the constant flooding of text messages that he receives. It comes in like an avalanche.

“Are you sure?” he asks, glancing in her direction.

“Of course! I need to rest anyways,” Clara smiles. She bats her eyelashes at him again and watches as he gathers his belongings and heads towards the door.

“I’ll come by and check in on

ou later, okay? After my dinner with my mother,” Adrian calls out from over his

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shoulder. Clara nods and watches him leave.

As soon as the door clicks shut, the woman hops out of bed and makes her way to her closet. She opens it up and reveals an obscene amount of clothes. She taps her chin while stuffing through the items.

“Now what will Stella’s boy toy find appealing?” Clara asks aloud to the room. Her eyes land on a black dress, a smirk spreading across her face. “This will do.”

About an hour later, when Clara is sure that Adrian is in his room getting ready for dinner with his mother and, ugh, Stella, she makes her way downstairs.

The resort’s bar is beside the in house restaurant. She looks around the room, noticing an influx of men and women who mingle together compared to the previous night’s pickings.

Clara enters inside the bar, putting her best smirk on, and steps towards the bar. She knows that Sebastian, a man who is much wealthier and much more influential than Adrian will ever be, is sure to be at the bar drinking away his sorrows.

After all, the man is in love with a woman who is still married to another man who can give her the same exact things in life but just…less. Perhaps Clara can sway his gaze her way and show him, like she did with Adrian within a few minutes of being awake, that Stella is a complete nobody and is a total loser compared to her.

Clara tosses her hair over her shoulder and her eyes glaze over the crowd. Men approach her but she signals them away with an eye roll and a scoff. Her eyes land on Sebastian’s familiar head of hair.

She licks her lips, eyes moving up and down his body. He is relaxed into his seat leg extended out as he sips on whiskey. His booth is in the corner and is shadowed from the rest of the room, adding to the mystery that surrounds his persona.

Clara takes a quick look of her appearance, making sure everything is perfect and is in place, before she makes her way over to the man’s table.

“Hi,” Clara giggles as soon as she steps up to his table. Sebastian’s eyes don’t meet hers. “Can I sit here?”

“No,” the man grumbles, taking another sip of the whiskey. There are a few ice cubes inside his glass, cooling the whiskey down just the way he likes it.

Stunned by his quick answer, Clara looks down at him. She places a hand on her hip, unable to give up just yet. The blonde shrugs and takes her spot in the seat across from him.

She places her bag next to her and moves her hair out of her face. Her blue eyes train on Sebastian, who still does not give her the time of day. She rolls her eyes and clears her throat, sitting up in her seat. Sebastian looks over at her with a perked up eyebrow.

“I’ve seen you before,” Clara begins, pointing at him. “You’re a friend of Stella’s, right? I’m her-”

“Sister. I know,” Sebastian pulls his gaze away from her. Frustrated, Clara lets out a breathy laugh and rolls her

eyes.