His Unwanted Wife is the Mafia Princess novel Chapter 55

#Chapter 55 – Similarities

Adrian

Tracer sends me a link to a cybersecurity website. The website looks legitimate and is not a scam. After having sent it to my IT department, they also confirm that it is leg and is a new company that just opened up the night prior.

While reviewing the website, a lot of things jump out at me. The language on the page is very similar to Tracer and how they speak towards me. There is still an underlying familiarity to Stella from within the words, though, and it leaves me feeling unsettled and somewhat bothered.

The days pass and I speak with Tracer through the new website instead of the old hacker mainframe we have communicated through. As time moves on, the more and more I grow suspicious of the connection between Tracer and Stella.

The two people share the same mannerisms and dialect with each other. They both use periods at the end of their sentences when they are angry or irritated, they use the same phrases and sayings whenever they are trying to explain something, and even use the same emojis, although Stella used them a lot more than Tracer ever has with

1. me.

I sit at my desk, the night’s moon hanging low in the sky from outside my office window. Today required me to stay late in the office and it is not like I have anyone waiting for me at home to go back to.

I scroll through my messages with Tracer, my lips pushed to the side, as I make notes of the similarities between them and Stella. My phone sits in my hand, my message with Stella on there as I begin to connect the dots between them.

Could it be? Could the infamous Tracer, the same hacker that Clara was somehow mistaken for at the resort, be the same person as my soon to be ex–wife? Is there a whole other side to Stella that I have never noticed before in the past?

How could I have missed it? Surely, there had to be signs of Stella’s dark web activities. I was never really around during our marriage, but there had to have been signs, right?

Tracer: I am ready to receive any sample data sets that you wish to send my way. I just finished setting up the interface and server place for them to sit in.

I stare at her message. My eyes connect with the similar sentence structure, the way she uses the phrase ‘sit in‘ when she speaks. I tilt my head to the side and slowly breathe in, filling my lungs to their filled capacity.

I need to lure Tracer out. I need to see who the true face is behind the infamous online persona. With a quick glance to the side of me, I take note of patient files beside me, a plan beginning to form inside my head.

Adrian: I need to meet you in person for the next step of the plan. I hope you’re able to understand due to the severity of the patients‘ information.

Thave officially thrown the bait out into the open. Well, bait isn’t exactly the best word for it, more like a trap disguised as bait. All I can do now is wait for them to take it

Stella

Staring at Adrian’s message, my mind goes into shock. I blink at the screen as my mind slowly comprehends the words that pop up on the screen.

Adrian wants to meet in person…

Adrian: I know that you are a competent hacker, but I cannot risk having confidential information be stolen by

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#Chapter 55 – Similarities

competitors or someone with a grudge. They can come after me all they want, but they should not be able to come after my company and its patients.

It makes sense. His new project for his pharmaceutical company does require the upmost security and discretion. His data sets are precious and anyone can come in and steal all of his hard earned work.

Tracer: Sure, okay. We can meet up. I totally understand where you are coming from!

I send the message just as my mind registers that this could be a trap that Adrian has laid down for me. I gasp, reaching for my computer. I race to type in a new message to refute my fresh claim, to take back what I said, but it’s too late.

Adrian: Great. I’ll send you the details of when and where we will meet. I’m so glad that you are able to be so accommodating.

The green dot that sits in the corner of his icon, something that I can use to see if he is active or not, turns off right after he sends the message.

My breathing picks up. I move away from the laptop and cover my face as the realization that Adrian is going to find out the truth of my hacker persona is going to come sooner than I realized.

I planned for him to never find out and if he did, it would be a few years from now instead of with it the upcoming week or so.

I am so stupid! I should have taken the time to go over his invitation, to think about the consequences of accepting or declining the invitation to meet in person.

My hands shake as I reach for my phone inside my pants pocket, slipping the small machine out and into the open. I quickly scroll through my contacts and find Sebastian’s number. Pressing it, I bring the phone to my ear and listen to the dial tone, anxiety bubbling from inside my chest.

“Stella? Is everything okay?” Sebastian sounds tired as if I had woken him up from sleep.

“Sebastian,” I breathe out, voice shaking. I place my hand over my heart an feel it thump against my chest. “I-

alone.” I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called so late. I’ll leave you

“No! No, it is okay! What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” Sebastian’s concern helps dispel some of the nervousness out of my body, helping me feel more at ease.

“I messed up,” I admit, unable to hold back the truth from him, “Adrian doesn’t know that he’s working with me and I just accepted an invitation he sent to meet and work together in person.”

Sebastian sighs from over the phone. I hear him moving around, the sheets of his bed moving around in the background.

“I’m so sorry for bringing you into this,” the words pour out of my mouth before I can even realize that I said them.