Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292 A Real-life Love Story
“Stop it and get the hell away from my wife!” Adam’s thunderous roar froze everyone in their place, forcing the crowd to step back from Claire.

His bodyguards moved swiftly, shoving the mob aside to clear a path as Adam stormed toward her.

“Oh, fuck!” Adam cursed under his breath, running a frustrated hand through his hair as his face darkened with fury. His eyes locked onto Claire, trembling and crying in pain on the floor. He promptly rushed to her side, dropping to his knees before her.

“Who the fuck did this to her?” he growled, his fiery gaze sweeping across the crowd, daring anyone to respond.

The people shrank under the weight of his glare, their earlier aggression melting into silence. No one dared to speak—until Hannah stepped forward, her smugness undeterred.

“But she’s not your wife, Adam,” she sneered, her voice dripping with malice. “And look at her—pregnant with a bastard’s child.”

Adam’s jaw clenched, and his icy glare turned toward her. “Shut the fuck up,” he snapped, his voice sharp and cold. “That child is mine. She’s mine.” he announced, shrugging off his jacket and wrapping it gently around Claire’s trembling form. He pulled her into his protective embrace, his piercing glare sweeping over the crowd that had dared to harm her.

"Be ready to face the consequences," he growled, his voice like steel. "For hurting my wife and threatening the life of my unborn child, I won’t let a single one of you get away with this. Anyone who dares to touch my woman will regret it."

With that, Adam scooped Claire into his arms as though she weighed nothing. Holding her close, he rushed toward his car, his bodyguards clearing the way with precision and authority, ensuring no one could bother him.

“Adam, why are you here?” Claire asked, her voice filled with disbelief.

She had told him he wasn’t the father of her baby. So why had he said those things? Did he really come back to save her from being killed by the frustrated mob?

“I had to come, wifey,” he replied, his voice firm and his expression still stern. He carried her with unwavering determination toward his car, his bodyguards following closely to shield them from the crowd. Sammy stood by the car and quickly opened the door as Adam approached.

“Take us to the hospital—quickly!” Adam barked, his tone laced with urgency. The driver wasted no time starting the engine, speeding off to get them to the hospital as fast as possible.

Adam sat beside Claire, holding her gently in his arms. He helped her stretch her legs out on the seat and rest her head on his chest. As he continued to caress her head and arms, she could feel the rapid beat of his heart against her ear, a clear sign of his fear and anger.

“Adam, you... didn’t have to say those things,” Claire said softly, her voice tinged with guilt. Watching him care for her so much made her feel bad for how coldly she had behaved toward him earlier.

“Listen, wifey,” Adam said with severeness in his deep voice. But every time he called her ‘wifey’, Claire’s heart skipped a beat. “I don’t care who the father is,” Adam continued, his tone firm, “You’re mine, and so is the baby.”

Claire’s chest tightened. “Are you not angry about the scandal?” Claire whispered through her teary eyes.

Adam’s eyes softened as he gazed down at her. “Why would I be angry, baby?” He held her closer, the warmth of his embrace comforting, as if he wanted to shield her from everything.

She blinked, tears still threatening to spill. “Your image… the fans are furious. You could lose movie deals, endorsements... It’s a huge loss.”