All Chapters of The Mafia King's Temporary Wife : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Terry and Darren arrive right on time. I lead them to the dining room and point to the four seats on my left. Terry sits in the chair closest to me, talking loudly and his newest wife quietly sits next to him. I feel bad for the woman. Even with all her makeup and fancy jewelry, I can tell she’s scared. Darren’s wife is much different. She’s taller and stronger than her husband and is known to handle all his money matters. Sergio and Dimitri sit to my right, leaving the seat beside me empty. They know it’s for Nila, and even though she’s not joining us, neither of them dares to sit there. My dumb uncle, who arrives last, doesn’t seem to understand. He goes straight for Nila’s seat. Luckily for him, he looks up just before sitting. When he sees the look on my face, he quickly changes his mind and sits next to Dimitri. I nod at Tina and Katya as they approach the table and start serving drinks. We’ve had dinners like this many times, so they know exactly what to do. “And where is y

He watches me with his eyes as I walk to my workspace and start getting my paints ready on the table next to the easel. I need to buy more black paint. I’m almost out of my last tube since I used most of it for the big guy. I could also use more red paint. Just as I dip my brush into the paint, I feel Adrian’s lips on the soft spot at the back of my neck.“You forgot something,” he whispers, burying his face in my hair.“Oh? And what might that be?”“A kiss.”I drop the brush and slowly turn around to find him standing right over me. I don’t flinch, and I’m not scared. Having him this close, towering over me, doesn’t bother me anymore. I don’t even remember when that changed.“You’re so demanding,” I say, cupping his face and pulling him in for a kiss.“I know.” He kisses me again. “Eat your lunch. Call me if you need anything.”When Adrian leaves, I get back to work, only taking breaks when I need the bathroom. By lunchtime, I’ve finished another piece. Brando is getting restless, h

ADRIAN'S POV I walk closer to the painting and lean back to look at it. The lights in the gallery are dim, with a single spotlight above each painting. The lighting works well with the dark feel of Nila’s art. I looked at most of the paintings when they were at my place, but seeing them like this makes them feel even more unsettling.The painting in front of me shows a pale skinned woman with long, dark hair, holding a piece of cloth close to her chest. Behind her, there are tall, faceless figures with their hands stretched out toward her. Everything is in shades of gray and black, except for the dress she’s holding, which is bright green.Before I move on to the next painting, I look over at the other side of the room. Nila is standing there with a short young man who has a receding hairline. Mike, her agent and boss. They’re talking, and I watch their body language for a few moments. Nila looks up, sees me watching, and smiles. She says something to Mike and walks over to me. I can

Still nothing,” Adrian says. “Are you sure your uncle tried to kill you?” I ask, and his fingers stop on my neck. “It wasn’t that hard to guess, Adrian.” “Yes. That’s why I don’t want you near him unless I’m with you.” “What would he do to me? I’m a nobody after all i' ll be gone in a few months anyway,” but I couldn’t say it. It hurts too much to think about, so I ignore it. I’m really good at ignoring things I don’t want to think about. “You’re my wife. Hurting you would hurt me.” Yeah. I guess having the pakhan’s wife killed right under his nose wouldn’t look good to his partners and subordinates. “I’ll be careful,” I say. “Good.” He kisses my shoulder again. “Leave that in the fridge. Get changed. I’m taking you to one of my clubs.” “One of…?” I stare at him and laugh. “Man, I did well. I’m such a gold digger. My mom will be so happy when she hears this.” “Why?” “She always told me to marry well, among other things. I guess I can cross that off the list.” “And what are

Our car stops in front of the house, and at the same time, another car arrives. Leonard steps out of the back seat and looks at us. His eyes meet Adrian’s, who is standing next to me. It’s dark, but the lights from the streetlamps show the surprise on Leonard’s face, which quickly turns to a look of pure hate. He quickly fixes his expression to smile and walks toward us.“Well, this is a surprise. I’m happy to see you’re up and about, Adrian. Really.”“Is that so, Uncle?” A small smile appears on Adrian’s face. He looks calm, but I can see that he’s holding onto his crutches tightly. Even though his leg hurts, he hides it well.“Nila, I’m tired. Can we go upstairs?” I say, then turn to Leonard and smile sweetly. “I need to do my skin routine before I go to bed, and it takes at least an hour.”Leonard gives me a look like he’s annoyed but doesn’t say anything. He goes inside the house, and we follow him, walking slower.As soon as the door to the suite closes behind us, I turn to Adria