All Chapters of Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

[The Spy] [20 minutes ago]My international reputation and connection with Hunter made it easy to secure my appointment. It was harder to distract the stylist so that I could make my way to the back gate and open the door under the guise of “needing some air.” I was followed, of course, but we were expecting that. The last time I was at Grant Group, I copied the security protocol for RoseThorn using their own computer systems. Said I needed it for my villa because I was feeling “unsafe with all the developments around the city” and because “Mr. Grant wants to make sure I stay safe.” Nobody questioned that either. They really should have. Mr. D will be thrilled. The men sent to guard me fall to the ground around me like discarded toys and I step forward to enter the outer gate key. 30 men wearing masks and wearing armor stamped with the Grant Group logo march through the door holding assault riffles. This time the armor isn’t fake–they were taken from a container ship delayed betw

[Addison/Vanessa]“We don’t know anything for certain,” Reggie’s mouth says, but his eyes speak differently as he presses his hand to his ear. “Do we have confirmation?”I can’t hear what is said to him in response, but his face blanches and his expression looks lost, hollow as he replies. “Activate code gray. Yes. You heard me. Lock it down.” "I need to get you all back to headquarters. We'll keep an eye on the situation there," Reggie grimaces, his lips tightly pressed. "There are some protocols that need to be arranged in case there is a...transfer of power." A transfer of power. I don't bother to ask what he means. He needs to make sure that Black Eagle, whatever it is, continues even without it's commander.The ride back to Grant Tower is quiet as the three of us ride in mournful silence. Without confirmation, we can’t know if anyone survived the explosion. My heart goes out to all the families affected–that building was full of staff and security, along with Hunter’s adopted mo

[Vanessa/Addison]I wish I could feel engaged as Reggie shows me around Black Eagle headquarters, but I can’t stop thinking about my love. Watching The Briar explode as we flew away to safety. How could he survive that? How could anyone? The longer he’s gone, the more the likelihood that he’s already dead. No way would he let me feel his loss without reaching out. He would find a way to let me know he wasn’t dead. I’m sure of this. A door slides open behind me and I jump, startled at the sound. Turning around, I come face to face with Jessica, his foster daughter, and my body clenches. The last time I had seen her, she had been making out with my fiance. How is it that she has access to a place I was only told about today? A tinge of jealousy rises along with those moments of unkindness she had shown me when I was first introduced. Was she trying to protect this secret, along with her relationship with Hunter?“Addison, why are you here?” Her bright eyes are wide with confusion as s

[Addison/Vanessa]Tracy pulls the cold metal disc from my belly with a smile. "Now remember you still need to take it easy. Because of your last pregnancy, you are considered very high risk for another miscarriage, especially with the amount of stress you've been under since..." She doesn't finish her thought but we both know what she's thinking: Since Hunter disappeared. It's been two months since I saw The Briar explode. Two months without any news of what happened to him. The fire burned so bright that there weren't even any bodies to find. Other than the ash and ruin, there was almost no sign that a building was ever there, nevermind any of the people who happened to be inside. "You won't be able to hide the baby much longer either, Addy," Tracy warns. "You're going to need to think of a better, long term solution." I told her about the professor and the offer he made for me to just vanish, to leave all of this behind. Tracy thinks I should, even if it meant never seeing her agai

[Hunter]Watching her fall apart without me has been a singular type of self-inflicted torture. I made this nightmare for myself when I told everyone to keep me dead, to keep me hidden, all so that we could lure the enemy into a false sense of security.Behind these cameras, I've witnessed every hidden tear, every time she sucks in her breath and takes a moment to steady herself before entering a room. I don't have eyes inside of our suite, but I see how every night she's only moments away from falling apart as she wishes Charley a good evening. I hear her screams of agony in the night when she thinks nobody is listening. Every moment of heartbreak. Every time she whispers my name and places her hand on my heart when she thinks no one is looking.--every bit of it is all my fault. Watching over her is my penance and my duty. It was my decision to go into Code Black and hide my plans from everyone, including my own second in command.I just had no idea how hard it would be to carry th