All Chapters of Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

[Professor McCannon]It was almost midnight when I got the call to prepare myself for Hunter’s arrival. He had found Ms. Vandersteele and little Miss Grant. “They are a mess, emotionally and psychologically,” Ms. Rose had explained over the phone. “And Hunter is not…himself. We need to initiate Project Persephony.” Exhaling slowly, I removed my glasses and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Are you sure? Has it really come to this?”“Hunter was certain,” a pause, “….he’s scared, professor.” Her voice shakes as she adds, “He’s…he’s initiated Code Crimson.” Ms Katelyn Rose is one of the toughest people I’ve ever met. And yet, as she says this I can feel the fear behind her words, even through the phone. My spine stiffens in response. This isn’t the first time I’ve been called in a similar situation, sadly for the same girl. Poor Vanessa. I can’t believe I have to do this again. And I’ll never forgive myself for being the person who brought this up to begin with.[Two months ago–while

[Professor McCannon]Ms. Rose didn’t meet me at Grant Tower like she promised. Instead, one of her junior technicians, a young man with blue hair and orbital piercings, met me at the main doors. “Greetings Professor McCannon. My name is Clay, and I’ll be managing the Persephone visors for this evening’s trial.”“Where is your supervisor?” I ask the young man directly as I enter the executive elevator only a few steps behind him. “Shouldn’t Ms. Rose be the one handling this…very delicate procedure?”“Commander Rose sends her apologies,” The young man moves with the excited efficiency of inspired youth as he leads the way into the room where Vanessa and Olivia are sleeping side by side in a large bed. “She was needed at the hospital. Don’t worry, Dr. McCannon,” the young man’s face softens over the edge of his wire-framed glasses, his piercings shining silver in the bright fluorescent lights, “I’ve performed this procedure dozens of times.” He is trying to reassure me. But I know that r

[Seven Years Later]“Daddy, when are you going to be done?” Large green eyes blink up at me from behind clear, rhinestoned glasses, her little pink button nose resting along the edge of my large, oak desk. It is Hunter’s old desk, one that I took over when I replaced him as CEO after his disappearance seven years ago. Placing a finger on my lips, I signal for her to be quiet as I cover the receiver and whisper. “Maggie Rose, where is your nanny?”“Changing Mickey,” she whines a bit too loudly, her nose crinkling with disgust as a loose curl bounces just outside of what had once been a tight ballet bun. “She told me to go play because ‘she needed a break.’”“What did you do this time, Miss Margaret?” I hiss, leaning forward as I pull my glasses down over the ragged scar across my nose–a physical reminder when I almost died in the field. Since healing, I’ve been on desk duty, running Grant Group full time while my wife, Katelyn, managed BLACK EAGLE in addition to THE NEST. “And how

“This cathedral,” I continue, “is in Manhattan. I’ve never been to Manhattan. I’ve never been to New York. And yet…here it is. It’s the same. It’s exactly the same!” “How can you be sure?” My therapist interrupts. “Gothic cathedrals all tend to look fairly similar. Maybe you saw this cathedral, or another like it, in another magazine or maybe on a wedding blog,” Kay suggests. “Maybe you’re reading too much into this. Dreams are often strange when you're under a lot of stress. Maybe consider taking some time off from wedding planning. A day away from all of it might be just what you need." After we hang up, I consider her words as I put on my running clothes. Maybe I should leave the kids with my dad and take a relaxing trip up the coast to take my mind off of everything? My doorbell rings. “Ah, it must be Charley,” I grin, looking out the window to see my serious-faced friend. She had started out as my personal trainer assigned to me by the gym when I started working out again afte

This was the third call in three weeks. Malory was an exceptional child in every way–academically gifted, astonishingly creative, and physically capable. She could be anything she wants to be someday when she grows up. If only she could make it through a year of school without breaking someone’s nose or overturning a classroom. “What did she do this time?” I sigh, pinching my nose. “Is the other child okay? Were there any broken bones?”“This isn’t a joke, Ms. McCannon,” the principal snaps. “The boy may need stitches.” “Oh, I know it isn’t a joke,” my sigh deepens. “Can you please just tell me what happened?” “She was in another fight, Ms. McCannon,” The principal begins. “This time with an 8th grade boy. One of our foreign exchange students. They had a...misunderstanding.” “I’ll be there in 15 minutes,” I respond curtly hanging up as a thousand unanswered questions bubble to the surface of my thoughts.Malory had been doing so well at this new school. But now...it's like someth