《Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King》全部章節：第 191 章 - 第 200 章

[Hunter]Watching my Vanessa leave the room dressed as a maid is both terrifying and sexy. The short skirt rides so high I can see halfway to Heaven and I want nothing more than to pull her back into the room and make love to her again. If we were back home and not in the inner sanctum of the enemy, that’s exactly what I’d do. But tonight, I have to let her go even as every instinct in me is saying no. I don’t like this plan–it has too many places where it can fail. What if the disguises malfunction? What if there is an alarm that we didn’t notice and couldn’t disable in time? What if…“Hey Boss,” Lisa touches my shoulder with her gloved hand, her mask held firmly with the auction paddle in her other hand. “It’s show time.” She turns to look in the mirror, adjusting her blonde wig to cover the last of her cherry red hair. A moment later, she puts on the mask and her appearance wavers for a moment until she becomes a split in image of my wife.“You’re right,” I stand up a bit straig

[Hunter]Desmond Debrassy and I have been enemies since the first day we met, when he came to live with his grandfather here in New York City. He was such a condescending jerk, the kind of person who always had to prove he had all the answers and that he was always right. And that was before he had the power of his own mini gang of hooligans trailing after him. We were both from exceptionally rich families, all of us at the academy were, but for some reason he felt a need to prove he was so much better. And tonight is no different. Yes, it is a costume party, and all of New York’s elite are present, showing off their wealth and beauty in designer finery, but even in that Debrassy had to be the most extravagant, flashy, and impossibly ornate. Tonight he’s wearing a custom-tailored designer suit of the finest silk, hand embroidered and beaded with red and white scales of hand cut gemstone beads like the scales of a jeweled dragon. At each of his shoulders are larger canary diamonds cut

[Mr. Debrassy]She is a masterpiece. The perfect woman, trained and molded to be my perfect wife. And now, after years of careful cultivation, she’s ready to take her place by my side. She was 14 when I started shaping her, and 16 when her womanhood ripened, when she took a chance at ruining her beauty just to get closer to my worst enemy. It was that evening, after Grant made her his ward, her face bandaged and broken, that I made her mine for the first time. She welcomed me eagerly, craving my embrace. These last 5 years she’s been the perfect mole. Her original mission had been to seduce Hunter, to take his fortune from him, to break him when he discovered that all of his heirs were actually mine. But then he found Vanessa Vandersteele. He thought I wouldn’t recognize her, and wouldn't find out the truth. He’s a fool. Hunter’s always underestimated me. I can’t wait to show him how much he was wrong. Especially now that his woman is pregnant. I plan on breaking him slowly as he wat

[Adam]Evelyn, also known as Arrowheart, is standing backstage looking at Debrassy’s show as I stride off stage to give the boss and his lady space to shine. The poor woman looks like he gut punched her, which I can totally get. Her whole world just crumbled to dust at her feet. How many years has she been with the boss? Seven? Diest frau ist dumm! Personally, I can’t stand looking at the minx, and I think what she’s dealing with now is karma. She came into town, destroyed some poor man’s life and then blew through all of his heiress wife’s money faster than you could say “charge my card.” She says it was all for a cover, but I know it’s because she enjoys the chase and the kill as much as I do. We’ve worked on and off for years now. I’ve never liked how she steamrollers over everyone like her opinions are the only ones that matter. It’s her own stupid arrogance that put her in this position. She should have never fallen in love with Mr. D. She knew the relationship was transactiona

[Evelyn]The scene keeps replaying in my head. I’m standing backstage, looking out at the crowd and glowing lights. Debrassy, that bastard, is glowing like a gem and standing next to him is that bitch, Miss Bluebird, the girl he’s worked so hard to keep away from me, but who is always around, her essence lingering, smelling like spring apricots.Before this, we were never allowed to meet. At first, I thought it was a coincidence, that we were never in the same place at the same time. This whole time I thought she was the other woman, but it turns out that was always me. Even when she was just a child, he had planned to shape her, to groom her, to cut her rough edges and present her as a sparkling gem on his hand. Jessica Johnson Debrassy is his wife, his treasure, the mother of his heir–I’m nothing more than the rag he used to keep her clean. And our children together, our two sons, are nothing more than bastards bearing another man’s last name. One day, when our son is old enough to