All Chapters of Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

[Vanessa]The sound of a flapping door makes me jump and I turn off the water. “Hello?”But there’s nobody there.Splashing my eyes one last time, I walk over and open it a crack. Peeking out, the hall is silent. Other than my guards, nobody's on the other side.My chest tightens as I spin to look back inside the room. Even though I was sure that it was this door that opened, if it wasn’t from outside, it must have been from inside the room. But as I turn back towards the rest of the bathroom, the doors to all the stalls are still slightly ajar, completely undisturbed. Damn it, I'm so spooked I'm imagining things again. This is the worst time for me to be so jumpy, especially now that I’m getting so close to Adam Wright. He’ll notice if anything seems off, and I need him to remain oblivious. Not only that, I need to keep a clear head if I’m going to be able to follow through with my task and take Debrassy down before my pregnancy makes it impossible for me to continue.Which means,

[Vanessa]Livy continues to spin in circles, holding one of the dresses up to her chest as she twirls. “Princess, princess, pretty pretty princess,” she chants to herself. It’s so sweet I’m almost tempted to keep a few just for her to play with.Looking up at one of our newer maids, I ask her to package it all up and return the dresses to their respective shops as I send Adam a text. “Thank you for the dresses, they are a lovely surprise, but I can find my own clothing for tonight.” One dress catches my eye as it’s wheeled away. An elegant long dress in blue satin, beaded with diamonds along the sweetheart bodice. The satin is so dark it almost looks black, reminding me of Hunter’s eyes. “The dresses came with this card,” the maid hands me an envelope just as my phone dings with a new message.Putting the envelope down, I look at my phone. “What dresses?” Adam wrote back. “My surprise won’t be ready until the auction. Are you seeing someone else…?” He writes, with an emoji of confus

[Vanessa]Before my workout, I had been depressed about the idea of going out on a date, pretending to like someone else as part of a cover act while knowing my fiancé is out there somewhere watching me from afar. But now, as I place a strand of blue pearls around my neck, knowing they are a gift from Hunter, it feels like I am dressing up for him. And I guess, in some ways, that's exactly what I am doing.The seamstress was discreetly silent as she let out my dress, promising me that the sheer overlayer with its empire cut would be enough to hide the alterations. "Nobody will know," she whispered with a small half smile. "I keep my clients' secrets." "Thank you," I had squeezed her hand in true gratitude. I need to remember to give her a generous bonus for her discretion. There are so many people who would take the opportunity to spill a secret like that to the wrong ears. If Debrassy knew the truth, that I'm carrying Hunter's heir, he'd use it against him, as a way to draw him out

[Vanessa]I want to tell Livy everything, to finally give her the truth. I feel bad keeping her out of this little secret. But the walls have ears, two of which are attached to Jessica’s head. She’s looking down at me, her mouth opened slightly in surprise as her mind jumps to exactly the correct suspicion. There’s something about her that I don’t trust, that I’ve never trusted. And as her eyes widen with realization, her lips puckering as she prepares to announce the truth, I scramble to say the first thing that comes to mind."Oh, I’m wearing a protective vest under my dress," I lie smoothly. "There are some really bad people who want to hurt us. I have to try and keep safe at all times.” Livy seems to like this idea a little too much and I feel extra guilty that it isn’t true. Maybe, considering my condition, I should wear a vest to conceal and protect my growing bump. But how do I ask for something like that without drawing suspicion? Hopefully after tonight that won’t be an issu

[Vanessa] The handsome man brushes a long auburn strand of hair from his hazel eyes and laughs, “I’m your date, Addison, remember? Is it the mask?”The young gentleman blinks down at me, his hazel eyes framed by an elegant, golden mask. The gold looks perfect on him, matching his white jacket edged in gold. For this event he chose to not wear a shirt, and his beautifully chiselled model’s body is painted in gold, his large dragon tattoo ornamented with body jewels, including a large red ruby in the dragon’s claw, and amber decorating the dragon’s eyes. “I’m sorry, you just startled me,” I smile, moving my eyes away from his very exposed nipple which is peeking at me from around his lapel. The diamond studded bar piercing his nipple is startling as rainbows dance from its surface. As I look up from his surprisingly decorated chest, his dancing eyes glow with laughter as our gazes match. I was so lost thinking about Hunter that for a moment I had forgotten that Adam was my date for to