The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Elena panicked.

Truth be told, she didn’t know her husband’s name. His signature on the marriage certificate was worse than hers, truly becoming outright illegible. She had seen what looked like a large cursive “M” but that was all she could make out.

And Mr. Fabio normally just called him “brat” or “that useless kid.”

“My husband?” Elena said, repeating the question. She needed to stall or, better yet, get Massimo to drop the question entirely. “Oh, you’ve never heard of him before.”

“Try me,” Massimo ordered.

The last thing Elena needed was Massimo questioning her marriage. He didn’t need another reason to suspect her. Not after she had just proved her loyalty!

There was no way she could tell him the truth. So she needed to lie, and fast.

Elena blurted out the first name she could think of. “Joshua Miller,” she said, hoping she sounded casual.

Had she really just stated the name of her childhood crush from middle school?

“Joshua Miller,” Massimo repeated slowly.

“Yes,” Elena confirmed. “He’s not part of any mafia family or has anything to do with the underground crime world, so I doubt you’ve heard of him.”

Massimo truly didn’t care who Elena had married. Not in the normal way people usually did anyways.

He needed to know how Elena had gotten such an expensive ring. Mafia money was the simple answer–if the jewelry was known to be stolen, there was no way Elena could sell it without getting caught and serving serious jail time.

But things with Elena, Massimo was quickly discovering, were rarely simple.

He just needed to know. Then he could verify and know for certain whether Elena was trustworthy.

Massimo didn’t say anything, which did nothing to calm Elena’s beating heart. On the plus side, since she’d chosen a real person’s identity, a cursory look into her “husband” wouldn’t turn up anything suspicious. At least Elena hoped so.

“Tell him you won’t be home for a bit,” Massimo instructed. “Then rest up. I have work to do, so don’t go wandering about while you can barely move.”

Elena nodded as Massimo walked away.

Back in the guest bedroom, Elena called her roommate Aria. She got her voicemail, which wasn’t unusual, given it was already the afternoon.

“Hey, I’ve got tagged for a last–minute business trip, so I won’t be back to the apartment for a few days. Don’t cause any trouble, and please eat the groceries before they o bad, okay? Love you.”

Having taken care of all potential disasters, Elena sighed, content. For the first time in a while, she had a spare

moment to herself.

She suddenly felt lonely. The large Ferraro estate felt suffocating all of a sudden. She needed something to do.

Her eyes landed on the TV, tastefully obscured in a wooden furniture frame. Watching a movie in bed seemed like as good of a plan as any.

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Elena scrolled to her contact list and texted her husband.

“Do you have any movie recommendations? I’m about to go on a flight and could use a good distraction.”

She hadn’t expected to hear back from him immediately.

“How long is your flight? The Godfather is good, but only if you can watch the full trilogy at once.”

Elena smiled. Of course someone close to Mr. Fabio would recommend the classics.

“Eh, I’m not a fan of crime movies. Besides, Goncharov beats The Godfather any day.”

“I’m putting you on mute for the next ten hours.”

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