Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 152

Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband 

Chapter 152 A Wife’s Instinct 

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Maria pul down the phone, a cunning smirk spreading across her lips. The news she’d just received was too good to be true: Alessandro had been severely injured, and there was little hope he would survive the next twenty–four hours. 

“What’s up, Mom?” Vittoria asked as she descended the stairs, noticing the rare, almost gleeful expression on Maria’s face. It had been a long time since she’d seen her mother–in–law in such a good mood. 

“Guess what?” Maria quipped, turning her head to face her daughter–in–law. “We don’t have to wait much longer to see that bastard Alessandro die in misery,” she announced smugly. 

“What do you mean?” Vittoria asked, stepping down from the last step and striding toward Maria, who was lounging on a plush leather sofa in the living room. 

Maria’s smile widened as she stretched her arms over the backrest, reclining with a sense of satisfaction. 

“He was caught in a deadly attack and was shot. Now, he’s fighting for his life on a hospital bed. The doctors say if he doesn’t wake up within a day, he’ll slip into a coma,” Maria informed her with palpable joy, her chin held high as if she were already envisioning the bright future that awaited them. 

“Bu, Mom, if he’s in a coma, he’ll still be alive. How will we get our revenge then?” Vittoria asked, her voice dripping with hatred. 

Maria turned her head to look at Vittoria, a deep furrow forming between her brows. “You’re right,” she muttered, deep in thought. “You’re absolutely right,” she murmured under her breath as she grabbed her phone and dialed a number. 

“What are you going to do now, Mom?” Vittoria asked with curiosity when she noticed the determination etched on Maria’s face. 

“I’m not going to do anything.” Maria replied with a cunning smile. “But I will let this information the Marinos, and they’ll definitely do something about it. Her smile turned sinister. “Alessandro, start counting your days on earth because soon you’ll be headed straight to hell!” she hissed as the phone connected. 

Vittoria watched in silence as her mother–in–law began conversing with one of Alessandro Valentino’s greatest rivals, the head of the Marino family. The Marinos, notorious for their illegal criminal activities and control over the mafia in Rome, had a longstanding and bitter feud with Alessandro. The gleam in Maria’s eyes made it clear that she was setting the stage for something far more dangerous than a simple vendetta–she was unleashing a storm that would devastate everything in its path. 

Mia returned home, but her mind was still consumed with thoughts of Alessandro. She couldn’t find peace. After a quick shower, she changed into fresh clothes. It was late at night, and Gia and Maximo were already asleep. Mia asked the nanny about them, and the nanny reassured her that she had put them to bed on time and avoided letting them watch the news. Mia felt a wave of relief; the last thing she wanted was for her children to worry about her and Alessandro. But she knew she had to talk to them soon and reveal the truth–that Alessandro was their biological father. 

She quietly went to her mother’s room to check on her, As she cautiously and softly opened the door, she found Camille had also fallen asleep. Mia gazed at her mother’s serene, albeit tired, face and silently thanked God that she was alright. Despite the poisonous sinok that had filled the conference room. everyone had come through unscathed. Nothing had one wrong 

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Chapter 152 A Wife’s Instinct 

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She left the room, closing the door behind her without making a sound. As she looked around, everything seemed normal, yet her heart remained restless. She couldn’t pinpoint why, but a nagging feeling told her that Alessandro and the doctor were hiding something from her. The thought made her worry about Alessandro’s health and recovery. 

No, nothing could happen to the almighty Alessandro, she told herself, shaking her head to dispel any negative thoughts. Her mafia husband was invincible and had faced death countless times. Even death itself seemed to fear him, bowing to his iron will and unmatched strength. He was the strongest man she 

knew. 

She returned to her room and looked for her phone, spotting it lying on the bedside table. She had left it at the press conference where she was abducted. Someone from the rescue team or one of the bodyguards must have retrieved it and handed it to her family. 

Mia dialed her brother’s number, her heart pounding as she waited impatiently to hear any updates on Alessandro’s recovery.