His Unwanted Wife is the Mafia Princess novel Chapter 8

Chapter A Party Interrupted

Third Person TV

Cara’s lilue eyes connect with a woman that stands behind her. The woman is dressed in an extravagant gown, one that makes Clara’s look cheap and poorly made. It’s a deep red color and it compliments her skin tone and

Behind her stands five men in all black suits. Their masks reveal parts of their face but underneath them, it is alarmingly clear that the five men are devilishly handsome

Stella’s hazel eyes stare at Clara from behind her mask with a look of distaste. By changing her return ball into a masquerade, she is able to keep her identity a secret from those who know her and from the people who don’t. She looks Clara up and down, shifting her weight to her back foot.

Clara’s face goes red, matching the shade of her ruby lipstick. She turns her gaze away, the champagne glass” tilting in her hand. She scans the nearby afea and notices Adrian standing to the side.

Fury and jealousy bubble inside of her chest. She sets her sights on Adrian, face scrunching up from annoyance. The woman takes a large step to the side but her heel gets caught on the skirt of her dress.

Clara gasps, het champagne glass tipping over. The golden alcohol flies across the air in slow motion. It lands on Larca, Stella’s second eldest and mafia enforcer brother.

All of the blood leaves Clara’s face. She brings the now empty champagne glass to her face. Luca looks at the damp stain on his shirt, turning his attention back to her.

His face is snarled, nostrils flared, huffing to himself. He towers over Clara, easily asserting dominance over the frail woman.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” His tone is low and gravelly. Clara shakes her head no, unable to form a coherent sentence to refute his claim.

Adrian passes his glass to a person who stands next to him and immediately jumps into action. He closes the small distance and places himself between Clara and Luca. He looks up at the masked man and gently pushes Clara behind him, his hand remaining on her arm.

“It was an accident,” Adrian begins his excuse for Clara, “she didn’t purposefully spill her drink on you.

Clara buries her face into the back of Adrian’s shoulder. His fingers dig into Clara’s arm. Luca tilts his head to the side, knuckles cracking as his fists clench.

Stella glares at the couple. She can’t help but feel hatred towards them and their so–called love.

Luca’s eyes flick to Adrian. He focuses on his face, eyes narrowing from behind the mask. He recognizes the man as Stella’s husband,

You two look awfully close,” he begins, an underlying hint of fury hidden behind every word, “you two really make the perfect pair.”

One of the men from behind steps out of the formation. He’s taller and more slender than the other man, his face lacing any emotion.

“She’s not your wife,” Silas, the eldest son and assassin claims. He crosses his arms over his chest, looking down at Adrian. “We look down on men who are unfaithful to their families and bring their…playthings to social events for all to see.”

The room is instantly filled with whispers and murmurs. Their eyes attach themselves to Adrian and Clara. They

hide their whispers behind their hands, their snickers barely audible,

Let them whisper, Stella thinks, let them understand how feels to be whispered about.

Adrian scowls and looks at Silas, sharpening his glare. Lucasteps to Silas‘ side and they cross their arms in unison. He glances back at Clara, who stares at the rest of the crowd.

“We do not have that kind of relationship,” Adrian says in threatening tone, “I wouldn’t cross that line if I were you.”