Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro)
Chapter 157

Chapter 157 Masked Bitterness #Finished

"Mia Peterson?! What are you doing here? I thought you lived in Paris," Marla said, glancing at Vittoria standing beside her. Mia didn't recognize Vittoria, as Enzo had married her after Aria's escape.

Mia was trying to figure out how to explain to her stepmother-in-law that she was Aria, Alessandro's wife.

Before she could speak. Matteo cut in, "Maria, what brings you here?"

Maria looked momentarily surprised but quickly composed herself. "I heard Alessandro was shot and inf Monaco, so I came to see him." Matteo frowned but nodded in acknowledgment.

"What happened to Alessandro, and what are you all doing here?" Maria asked, her gaze shifting suspiciously between Mia and Matteo.. "Maria, Alessandro's wife, Aria, is alive," Matteo announced, causing Maria and Vittoria's faces to turn pale

with shock.

"What. What are you saying? H... How is that possible? We all saw her flight was crashed," Maria stammered. her voice trembling.

She couldn't fathom that all her plans might be falling apart. Bitterness surged through her, and she silently cursed Alessandro to rot in hell as she glared at Mia. Mia shifted uncomfortably under the weight of Maria's intense, hate-filled gaze.

"Mia is Aria," Matteo clarified. Maria was taken aback, her eyes widening in disbelief. Her fists clenched at her sides as she struggled to process the revelation.

"Aria!" Maria gasped, her eyes widening in shock as she stared at Mia.

Her initial suspicion was correct, but she had been so confident in her plan that she refused to believe it. She couldn't let this woman jeopardize everything she had worked for to get revenge on the Italian don.

"She can't be Aria?!" Vittoria exclaimed, shaking Maria out of her stupor.

"Everyone knows she's Mia Peterson, the renowned interior designer. She decorated one of Alessandro's. mansions. When she learned that Alessandro had a wife who looked just like her, she decided to exploit the resemblance. But I'm not falling for her lies," Maria declared with a fierce determination.

Mia's brow furrowed at the accusation that Vittoria was making, branding her as an imposter. Although she felt no need to prove her identity, she couldn't bear being falsely blamed for something she hadn't done.

Maria regained her composure as she considered Vittoria's suggestion.

"Yes, we can't just take anyone's word that she's Aria," Maria said, her tone laced with skepticism. "Many women are after Alessandro's wealth. What if she's here just for the money?" She shot a disdainful look at Mia. "I'm afraid she might be the one behind the attack on Alessandro and responsible for his current condition."

Mia frowned with annoyance. She was indeed responsible for Alessandro's condition, but only because he had taken the bullet meant for her. But she would never wish harm upon the Italian don. Overwhelmed by the accusations, she struggled to keep her composure. Before she could respond. Matteo intervened.

Chapter 157 Masked Bitterness

Finished

"Enough!" Matteo shouted. "Can't you see that she's in no better shape? She has a fractured hand. And yes, Alessandro's condition is because of Aria-because he was saving her." He glared between the two women, his frustration evident.

"She doesn't need Alessandro's money-she's even richer than him," Matteo announced, causing Maria. and Vittoria's eyes to widen in shock. "She's the heiress of the Montecarlo family," he declared with pride. He was well aware of Mia's immense wealth as both the heiress and a renowned interior designer. She didn't need anyone's money or a man by her side when she had more than enough of her own.

Hearing that Aria was the lost heiress, Maria and Vittoria's hearts burned with jealousy, and they gritted their teeth, plotting how to get her out of the picture.

"But, but I heard there's very little chance of Alessandro surviving," Maria quickly shifted her expression to one of deep sorrow, her voice trembling with false grief while secretly delighting in the news that Alessandro might die.

"Nothing is going to happen to him," Mia declared with determination. "He can't leave me like this. He has to wake up." Her faith in their love remained unshaken, and she couldn't bear the thought of Alessandro leaving her after everything they'd been through.

"You don't need to worry about our family matters, you bitch. Whether Alessandro wakes up or not, we'll handle it. Even if you're claiming to be his wife, you have no right to be involved," Vittoria sneered, casting a mocking glance at Mia. "Suddenly, after six years and having plenty of time with other men, you remember you have a husband? Get lost, you whore, and leave him alone."

Mia was taken aback by Vittoria's harsh words. Who was she? Mia still couldn't understand.

However, Matteo's frustration was palpable. He couldn't stand seeing Mia being insulted like this. As his best friend's wife, the love of Alessandro's life, she deserved more respect. Unable to remain silent, Matteo took matters into his own hands.

"You can't tell her to leave, but you need to face the truth and step back from the inheritance," he said. firmly. "Alessandro has children, and they are the rightful heirs to the Valentino empire and business." Maria and Vittoria were left stunned, struggling to process the revelation.

Before they could process this information and react, Lucas came running, his face pale and his expression filled with panic.

"Mrs. Valentino, Mr. Vinci," he panted, out of breath from running. "You need to come to the boss's ICU. His condition has suddenly worsened."

Mia's eyes widened in shock as she glanced at Matteo, then immediately sprinted toward the elevator, ignoring the pain in her fractured hand. Matteo followed close behind, with Lucas accompanying him. Meanwhile, Vittoria and Maria stood there with sinister smiles on their lips, realizing that this might be the end for the Italian don.

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