His Unwanted Wife is the Mafia Princess novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9 – Bittersweet Taste

Third Person POV

Adrian’s mind moves back to the hacker, Tracer, that he spoke with earlier in the day. Just like the mafia princess, she reminded him so much of Stella with the way her messages looked.

His mind runs at a mile a minute, unable to quiet or calm down like he am usually able to. He pulls away from Clara and pinches the bridge of his nose. Images of Stella’s face attack his mind, leaving him no relief.

Adrian sees her in the mafia princess. He imagines her sitting behind a computer as Tracer. He remembers her in the hospital gown she wore just a few days ago, her hazel eyes swollen and red from crying

“I met a hacker today who spoke just like Stella, and now the mafia princess has her eyes,” Adrian glances down at Clara. “There is no way in hell that they are all connected”

A small scoff leaves Clara’s mouth, a tinge of a smile spreading across her lips before it disappears.

“Stella? She’s far too timid for that kind of role. She doesn’t have the aura of a renowned hacker, let alone a gang princess,” Clara’s tone drips from patronization. “If you’ll excuse me…”

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Clara squeezes his arm. She quickly fixes her hair before turning back around to face the large banquet hall. She forces a cheery smile on her face and steps deeper into the room.

As soon as people spot Clara, they either turn around and lower their voices to not draw her attention to them or they walk away, leaving her close proximity. Clara joins a group but they immediately fall silent, simply staring at her.

Clara turns away and attempts to join another group’s conversation. They blatantly ignore her, laughing when she’s silent and going silent when she tries to laugh with them. Her smile breaks, a frown now hanging on the lower half of her face.

A plan begins to brew inside her head. Clara knows that the only way for her to truly fit inside Adrian’s social class is to marry him. She must do it and she must do it as soon as she possibly can.

Stella, who stands on the other side of the banquet hall, is swarmed by many men in fancy suits and masks. They remained calm and orderly, due to her five brothers looming close behind her, and politely asked her to dance at

her ball.

When one man gets too close, Sebastian is quick to step in. He takes Stella’s hand and guides her to the dance floor, glaring at the man as they pass.

This becomes a routine for Stella and her brothers throughout the night.

Whenever Stella leaves the dance floor, she asks for a glass of champagne to quench her thirst. When she’s done and some random man begins to approach her for a dance, one of her brothers are quick to step in, stealing her away before the other man has a chance to ask.

The constant care and attention from her brothers made Stella feel safe. She was nervous to come, prepared for the outcome that she is used to: being the last choice. Tonight proved the opposite.

She was thankful that she danced with just her brothers instead of random men, especially Adrian.

However, Stella’s mind quickly became dizzy from the constant drinks. She clung to her brothers for support towards the end of the night. It ended with Sebastian helping her into a nearby private bathroom so she can change out of her dress.

She swayed around in the bathroom. She could barely perceive where she is. The only thought on her mind is-

Adrian isn’t too keen on her being drunk and incoherent in his arms due to her body working at half power due to the excessive surgeries she underwent.