Sold to the Mafia who was once your stalker

Amelia Soto followed the secretary's instructions until she found Dorian Ferrer's office.

It had been two years since they got married, but it was the first time she had visited her husband's company.

"Mr. Ferrer is still in a meeting, please take a seat and wait a moment."

The secretary was very kind and even served her hot tea.

“Thank you,” Amelia received it with courtesy and sat on the couch in the hall, taking in the space - clean and well-lit, decorated with simplicity and a touch of discreet luxury in gray and white tones, just the way Dorian liked it.

The secretary also watched her out of the corner of her eye. Amelia looked young, her wavy hair fell gently over her shoulders, and her bangs parted on the sides naturally framed her face, giving her the air of an innocent and sweet girl. She also didn't talk much.  She was still processing that she was Dorian's wife.  Or, rather, it shocked her that Dorian, such a cold and distant man who kept everyone at bay, was married.  

She couldn't imagine Dorian being tender with a woman.  

The noises of people outside brought her out of her thoughts.  “It must be that the meeting is over,” the secretary hurriedly said. “Wait here a moment, I'll see what's going on.”  Amelia instinctively turned her gaze toward the door.  

A tall figure appeared at the entrance, tilting his head slightly, discussing something with someone next to him. His marked and angular profile stood out among the lights and shadows of the place; his expression was serious and concentrated, looking at the person next to him.  

When he saw the girl's smiling and radiant face, Amelia was paralyzed for a moment and stood up without realizing it.  

Just then, her husband looked up and saw her in front of the couch, pausing for a moment before frowning.  "What are you doing here?"  The girl who was discussing the project with him also looked up and when she saw Amelia, she was surprised. Amelia smiled kindly and then turned to Dorian, passing him the briefcase she had in her hand. “You…” I was going to say your mother, but she changed her mind and said. My mother-in-law asked me to bring you this.  

Dorian's mother couldn't stand seeing her “doing nothing at home, and since Amelia didn't want to be there with her mother-in-law either, she took the opportunity to bring him the document.  

Dorian took it from her hands: “Have you eaten yet?”  

She replied: “Not yet.”  

He closed the briefcase and turned to the others who followed him. “We will continue the meeting in the afternoon, go ahead.”  

The girl next to him opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she stopped herself under his gaze and toothily said “yes,” then turned to the rest who were looking curiously at Amelia and they went together with Dorian to the company restaurant.  

While they waited for the food to be served, he remained busy, without taking his eyes off the computer, his fingers typing rapidly, with his usual seriousness and concentration.  

Amelia, supporting her cheek with one hand, looked at him in silence.  

He was very handsome, with well-defined features and a serious look, his high nose outlined with authority and an imposing coldness as he tilted his head slightly.  

He always had that unflappable, distant expression, even in the most intimate moments between them.  

Amelia had been secretly in love with him for eight years, from the age of sixteen to twenty-four, but now, she didn't love him anymore.  

In her purse, placed on her lap, she carried the draft of the divorce agreement she had prepared.  

However, she hesitated with her hand on the paper.  

Strictly speaking, Dorian had done nothing wrong. He simply didn't love her.  

They hadn't married for love, so maybe not loving her wasn't really a mistake.  

"What are you staring at?" Dorian's deep voice interrupted her thoughts.  

She looked up at him.  

He had not raised his head; he was still focused on his computer screen.  

Amelia always thought that watching Dorian work was a joy to behold.  

"Hey? When he got no response, he finally looked up, resting his eyes on her face.  

She smiled at him: “Nothing."  

Then, as if it were a casual conversation, she asked: “How long has Carolina worked at your company?”  

Carolina was the girl who was next to him at the end of the meeting. Amelia had shared a class with them for a year as an exchange student, while Dorian and Carolina were classmates throughout high school; both were the most handsome and popular in the class, in addition to being the brainiacs. They were always involved in all the school events and there was a rumor that there was something between them, but it was never known why they didn't end up together. In the end, it turned out that Amelia, who didn't attract much attention, got the best of it.  

It's not that she performed poorly as a student; she had also attended prestigious schools and university, but when she arrived, Dorian and Carolina were already shining with their own light and by the time she began to stand out, they were already about to graduate and everyone went their way.  

“It was at the beginning of the year,” Dorian said, returning his attention to the computer. “I don't remember well, I'm going in for an interview with human resources.”  

She nodded, but did not continue asking.  

The food came quickly, and then they fell into a long, silent lunch period.  

That was the norm in their two years of marriage; for them, who preferred tranquility, there was no problem, but he felt that something was missing.  

Amelia turned her gaze to the couple at the next table, who were feeding each other and frolicking.  

She was envious.  

That was a closeness she and Dorian would never have.  

For that man, only work and efficiency existed.  

His life was like a well-geared patchwork, precise and cold.  

He explained what should be done at every moment and what should not be done, in a second and without failure.  

That kind of man just wasn't cut out for marriage, She neither.  

"Did something happen?" Noticing that she was distracted, Dorian looked up.  

Amelia pursed her lips slightly and, meeting his dark eyes, smiled and nodded: “Yes, there is something.”  

“Ding!” An email entered Dorian's computer, and his attention returned to the screen.  She smiled. “Why don't you continue? We'll talk later."  "Alright."  

By the time her husband finished, an hour had passed.