Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 598

Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband
Chapter 598 The Ancient Prophecy
“Selena!”

“Selena!”

Someone was calling my name, their voice desperate, shaking me frantically.

But I couldn’t pull myself out of the world I seemed trapped in.

“Selena!”

That familiar voice, rich and soothing with a magical pull, pierced through the terrifying scene in my mind. It dragged me out of the nightmare that played like a vision before my open eyes. I snapped back to reality, gasping as if surfacing from deep water.

“Selena,” Zander's firm hand held mine, anchoring me. I turned to see his worried face, his piercing eyes filled with fear. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft but urgent.

I exhaled loudly, realizing I had been holding my breath for what felt like an eternity. My gaze darted around, trying to ground myself. The event was still unfolding smoothly. Everyone was safe, and no one seemed harmed.

Blair and Maddox stood before me, their expressions frozen in stunned disbelief. Zander’s mother held Austin tightly, his small cries reaching my ears—likely a reaction to my unusual and alarming appearance.

Everything was fine.

No chaos, no destruction, nothing like the horrifying vision I had just experienced. It was only me—shaking in fear, drenched in sweat, and feeling completely out of place amidst the celebration.

But then… what was that? Who were those people, and where was that place I had just seen plunged into cataclysm?

The horrifying scene I had witnessed moments ago—the blood, the chaos, the pain—it all felt so real, as though I had truly been there, standing in the midst of the disaster.

“Selena.”

The gentle but commanding voice of my mother, the High Priestess, resonated nearby. I turned my head to find her standing before me, her eyes serene yet knowing.

“Mother, I... I saw—” I stammered, the fear gripping me too tightly to form coherent words.

“I know, my dear,” my mother said and her voice was calm as though she understood everything without me needing to explain. She nodded, her expression a mix of reassurance and foreboding. “Let’s talk in private,” she suggested, her gaze flicking around at the countless eyes fixed on us.

I nodded, walking over to Austin and taking him into my arms. His tear-streaked cheeks and trembling lips tugged at my heart.

“Baby, Mom’s fine. Don’t cry, okay?” I said softly, brushing his cheeks dry and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I was just playing a prank on Dad to scare him, you know?”

“Really, Mom?” he sniffled, his wide eyes searching mine for confirmation.

“Really, champ.” Zander stepped in with a playful grin. “Your mom totally got me. She won.”

Austin blinked, his tears stopping as his lips curved into a small smile. “Mom’s always the best at pranks!” he declared, his voice regaining its cheerful tone.