Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

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"Vittoria, are you truly going to let Alessandro Valentino get away with murdering your husband? How can you not seek revenge for his death?" Vanessa's sharp, complaining voice cut through the air, grating on Vittoria's nerves. She was tired of Vanessa's constant attempts to provoke her.

"What do you want from me, Vanessa?" Vittoria snapped in a hushed tone, her voice trembling with restrained anger. They were seated in a quiet corner of the restaurant, but Vanessa's relentless attempts to provoke her into action were beginning to fray Vittoria's patience. Vanessa was intentionally trying to drag her into a plan to take Alessandro back from Aria, pushing her buttons at every turn.

"That monster killed my husband," Vittoria continued, her voice breaking slightly as her expression darkened with grief, "and then my mother-in-law. All I have left is my son, and I won't risk him getting hurt."

"I have a plan that will get you your revenge, and the property that rightfully belongs to Lorenzo and you," Vanessa tempted, her eyes gleaming with cunning.

Vittoria's eyes flickered with hope as she cautiously asked, "What's the plan?"

Vanessa stole a glance around them, ensuring that no one was eavesdropping. Satisfied, she leaned forward and gestured for Vittoria to do the same.

"I have connections with the Marino gang leader," Vanessa revealed, hogy

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"Alessandro has caused them problems, and they want him taken down. They're ready to help."

"But... you loved him, didn't you?" Vittoria gasped in disbelief.

Vanessa shrugged carelessly, a cold smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, I did. But I love the power and money he had even more."

She smirked, a hint of malice in her eyes. "There was a time Alessandro was madly in love with me, but his grandfather forced him to marry Aria. That witch cast some kind of spell on him-he forgot all about me, Vanessa hissed, her expression hardening with hatred. "When that slut died, Alessandro was mine again. But now that Aria has returned, she's ruined everything. I'm going to take back what's mine, no matter what."

Her eyes burned with fierce determination, leaving no doubt about her twisted intentions.

Vittoria fell silent, contemplating their plan for revenge. She had always viewed Alessandro as a devil, knowing well how ruthless he could be toward anyone he deemed a traitor. He didn't forgive, and the thought of facing him terrified her, especially after losing everything. Her family was connected to the Italian Mafia, involved in their dark world, and when they learned of Enzo's betrayal and how it led to his death, they scolded Vittoria for not stopping him.

No one in the world could even think of crossing the Mafia king and expect to escape unscathed. Her family had made it clear that they would refuse to support her if she even considered messing with Alessandro Valentino or harming his family. Yet, despite their warnings, the fire for revenge still burned fiercely in Vittoria's chest. With Vanessa and the Maring gang on her side, she felt she finally had a chance

to reclaim what was lost.

"Count me in," Vittoria finally declared with determination, a sense of finality in her tone. Vanessa smirked, a cunning grin spreading across her face.

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Matteo returned to the restaurant after Emily had left in his car, seething with fury. Lia had ruined what was supposed to be his most anticipated date. He stormed toward her, where she sat calmly at the table he had reserved for Emily and himself. "What the hell are you doing here?" he growled, stopping in front of Lia, glaring at her with intimidating

anger.

"Matt, is that any way to talk to your fiancée?" Lia smiled, amusement dancing in her eyes. She knew exactly what she had done but feigned innocence.

"Stop it, Lia," he bellowed, causing Lia to glance around nervously as nearby patrons began to take notice.

"People are watching," she whispered hesitantly.

"Let them watch," he scowled carelessly. "You brought this on yourself."

"You know our engagement is an arrangement by our parents, and we've already discussed this," Matteo gritted out, his voice laced with fury.

"But... but you're my future husband, Matt. I can't stand watching you with another woman," Lia whined, her voice dripping with frustration.

"Stop calling me that," Matteo snapped coldly, a flicker of disdain crossing his face. He hated hearing her use that name, one only his family used. "And as for the marriage, you agreed to accept things as they are. Back then, you didn't have a problem with my flirtatious nature or the one-night stands, but now you're going back on your word." His eyes narrowed, voice icy as he continued, "There's still time. You can refuse to marry me."

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Lia's face faltered, but Matteo didn't flinch. His father had threatened him into this engagement, pressuring him to marry Lia because her family were longstanding business partners and close friends. When Matteo refused, his father threatened to disinherit him, promising to give all the ancestral wealth to his brother, who was a reckless gambler. Matteo had already bailed his brother out of trouble once, saving him from the mafia with Alessandro's help.

"But Matt," Lia whined in that familiar screeching tone, making Matteo huff in frustration.

She was still using his nickname, a name that felt too personal, too intimate. He didn't want anyone outside his family calling him that. To him, he was Matteo Vinci to the world, and she had no right to call him otherwise.

"I never thought I'd fall in love with you," Lia continued, pouting. "Now I can't help but feel jealous of the other women around you." She stood up from her seat and moved closer, sliding her hand onto his chest.

Matteo's patience snapped. He grabbed her hand and jerked it away, his frustration boiling over. Nothing she said or did was working on him.

He didn't want to make things complicated. Usually, Matteo wouldn't have minded getting close to Lia- he had never been one to shy away from a fling. But today, something felt off. There was a strange, unfamiliar feeling tugging at him. It was deeper, unsettling in a way he couldn't quite place.

He wasn't used to this-this odd sense of discomfort gnawing at him. It was new, and it was making him question things he never bothered with before.

"Your filthy tactics won't work on me, Lia," Matteo scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "I've dealt with far worse, and trust me, I can tell when someone's lying." The ruthless attorney tossed a few bills onto the

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table, his cold gaze briefly landing on her before he turned on his heels, walking away without a second thought.

Lia clenched her fists, wanting to scream at him, but she didn't dare. Instead, she kept her soft, innocent façade intact, her eyes following his retreating figure.

"Matteo Vinci, you're mine," she vowed silently, her determination hardening. "And I'll make sure no one comes between us."