The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153

The maid frowned. “There should be one you can borrow. Come along and follow me.”

The maid took Elena back up to her room and did indeed find a swimsuit in Elena’s size. It was definitely made by a luxury brand with its modern, mature style. The swimsuit needed to be tied in several intricate knots all along Elena’s sides–Elena would’ve never got it on without the maid’s help.

But Elena couldn’t deny that the swimsuit was beautiful. The black material outlined all her edges perfectly, the neckline wasn’t too deep, and rather than being a two–piece, it was one connected piece of fabric that covered her whole torso. Elena wasn’t the biggest fan of the large cut–out for her back or the smaller cut–out that showed off her belly button, but it was still so much better than the tiny bikinis Aria had always tried to get Elena to wear.

“Shall I show you to the pool now?” the maid asked.

Elena nodded.

Massimo worked silently in his office. He switched between drafting letters to different potential mafia allies and checking his phone for new texts. He knew Elena had said she was watching a movie, but that hadn’t always stopped her from texting him live updates.

Massimo looked over his list of potential allies–a few of them had been at today’s meeting. He still thought that meeting had gone well, at least until the other families had brought up the matter of holding a formal banquet in a few weeks.

From there, everyone started chatting and the business deals became forgotten. It was standard etiquette to bring spouses, so of course someone got a little too brave and asked if Massimo “would finally bring that lovely wife to our little gathering.”

Massimo had never been more grateful that Aria had been thoroughly uninterested in the mafia world. No one will be surprised when he doesn’t bring her to the banquet–but Massimo couldn’t keep getting away with not having her around at mafia events.

He had stalled for as long as he could. He had already given every excuse imaginable–that she was shy or out of town or sick. Massimo was sure some mafia men were beginning to suspect his wife might not even exist.

Massimo sighed. He was just thinking in circles rather than thinking of solutions–which meant that he definitely needed to take a break from work.

Massimo checked his texts. Still no new messages from Elena–whatever film she was watching must be really interesting to take up her full attention. She was likely laying in bed as she watched from one of the large TV screens he had installed in her room. Massimo had taken great care that the screens were placed in an intricately carved cabinet so that Elena’s room would still look beautiful and not too tacky–she had seemed to like wood carvings, too, so Massimo took a lot of pride in that decision.

Massimo was trying to give Elena plenty of space as she settled into the estate and he figured out his other biggest problem–which was what to do about their relationship. Ever since Elena had admitted she would never stay married to anyone in the mafia, Massimo’s plans had all disappeared. He couldn’t think of what to do

next.

Massimo thought Elena would appreciate the truth of their situation, but he couldn’t bring himself to tel

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anything. What if she was so angry she stopped working for him? What if she left the state and Massimo could never find her again?

But every time Massimo kept his mouth shut, a strange feeling would rise from his gut and fill his mouth with the taste of bile. Did he really want to lie to someone as wonderful as Elena? Could he really keep their relationship going, if only through their texts?

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