All Chapters of Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

An hour later, I was standing next to my sister, our family, a matching set of dark statues. My father had made sure I looked as impeccable as the rest of us, and I was so thoroughly drugged, I almost needed a stick to prop me up. My sister and mother, black lace veils covering their faces, had more freedom of expression, but if anyone were to remove them, they’d see the same stoney faces that my father and I wore openly. The turmoil in our hearts and minds was perfectly masked by designer clothing and blank faces, ready to face the public.We were the Grants. And on that day, we were united. As we stood next to their caskets, a memorial photo from their wedding in black and white hanging on the wall above us, we stood in a line to accept the condolences of all of New York City’s elite. Altho

[Hunter]“Hey, so don’t be nervous,” Ace grinned warmly as he clasped a hand on my shoulder, greeting me at the elevator after Reggie dropped me off at the front door. “My dad can be a bit intense, but he’s actually really nice. He’s strict, yeah, but he’s fair. He only punishes you if it’s deserved.” His words did nothing to ease my fears. If anyone deserved punishment it was me. I not only committed a crime, but I involved his children as accessories after the fact. “Does he ever use the men in your house to punish?” I ask nervously, voicing a concern that weighed on me from my first visit. Ace gave me a wide eyed stare, before turning his head and laughing. “Oh my god, Hunter. My dad is a mobster, but he isn’t going to kill my friend.” The way he said “mobster” at first made me think he was joking. But as the elevator descended, Ace told me a bit more about his family, finally clarifying a few details that never sat right when I considered their family’s secrecy, wealth, and he

That night, I discovered that my grandfather, the backbone of Grant Group, was also a bit of a “creative entrepreneur” himself. During that meeting I learned about the history of the “Westside Thorns.” According to Gideon Rose, its roots stretched all the way back to the late 1700s during the various events leading the American Revolution. Originally the Thorns were an armed militia of elite families based in Westside Manhattan. They began patrolling the streets to keep the people safe from British officers who often abused the rules of hospitality. “We keep our people safe, we always have,” he explained. “During the civil war and before, we helped enslaved Americans find and keep their freedom, many taking places among our ranks, and later as the streets grew tougher, we used our might to protect our people from human trafficking, drugs, and other dangers.”He also explained how their recruitment process worked. Many of their leaders have come from the original elite families, incl

As a young child, I was prone to psychotic attacks and occasional moments of disassociation. My severe mental fits were the reason my parents had shipped me off, and with good reason–I was a danger to myself and everyone around me. Usually the trigger was emotional, moments when I was pushed too far or overwhelmed with too many other sensations. When these moments happened, sometimes I’d withdraw inward, rocking back and forth, my consciousness shifting to see my behavior in a detached way, as if floating above myself unable to stop. Other times, it would be outwardly destructive, tearing apart a room in seconds as I raged, mentally aware but physically unable to stop. This time, sitting tied and helpless in a chair as Debrassy bragged about his involvement in the gruesome deaths of my grandparents, my last shred of sanity snapped. One moment I was aware, screaming threats as I thrashed against the hard chair and my tight bindings, and the next moment, I was across the room standing

[Vanessa]The entire time I thought I had been playing Adam West, keeping him ignorant of my mission and how I was using him to get close to Debrassy’s affairs, but in reality, he was the one waiting to trick me into a dangerous situation. I can still feel his blade on my neck as he threatened my little girl, promising to kill me if she didn’t surrender. Olivia Grant has already lived through so much tragedy, and I worked so hard to keep her life clear of all the mess and intrigue her uncle and I are tangled up in. But it seems even the best renovations, high-tech security systems and talented military-grade staff isn’t enough to keep a monster out of our fortress. For the second time since I’ve met Hunter, Grant Manor lies in ruins, burnt to a crisp. I had promised Livy that she’d never have to face a situation as terrifying as the one she had experienced when we both almost died just a couple of months ago. And yet here we are, thrown into the back of a van with our faces covered,