Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro)
Chapter 168

Let Me Go, My Malia Husband Chapter 168 Home Sweet Home

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"That inheritance rightfully belongs to Alessandro and our children. I'm claiming it because Alessandro had children before he turned thirty. Gia and Maximo are five years old and they are his children," Mia declared, meeting Maria's glare with a challenging gaze.

Maria clenched her teeth in annoyance as envy burned in her chest. However, she kept her voice firm and nonchalant. "Do you think you can simply claim that your children are Alessandro's, and we will believe you?!" she taunted. "No way! My son may fall for your lies, but not me. And I won't let him be fooled by your enchanting deceit. Maria declared as she stepped forward, placing herself between Mia and Alessandro

Mia was dumbfounded by the fake concern her stepmother-in-law was feigning. This was the same woman who had killed her own son, and now she seemed more worried about Alessandro, who was merely her stepson. Mia wasn't buying it. She stared at Alessandro, who quickly stepped aside from Maria and came to stand beside her.

"What kind of proof do you want?" Mia challenged in an amused voice. "Anyone with eyes can see that Alessandro is their father. My children's appearance clearly shows the resemblance."

Maria scoffed. "Looks can be deceiving. The law doesn't recognize appearances as proof of blood relations. We need more than just a resemblance.

"Then a paternity test should be enough proof to claim the inheritance, right?" Mia lifted her chin, her gaze unwavering and firm.

For a split second, hesitation and bewilderment flashed across Maria's face. She clearly hadn't expected. Aria to be so outspoken and bold-the old Aria was always shy and nervous. She couldn't believe it was truly that nervous and innocent Aria standing before her with a confident smile.

"Yes, that would be appropriate," Maria replied, quickly masking her surprise with a feigned nonchalant. expression. "It would be best to have it confirmed scientifically."

"No need!" Alessandro interrupted, his face tight with irritation, his voice edged with frustration and boredom. "I've already said I don't need any evidence to know they are my kids. And for the record, I'm not interested in that inheritance," he declared.

That cursed inheritance! He corrected in his mind. It was that wealth and money that had caused him to give his wife so much pain when all she deserved was to be worshiped and cherished.

"Hubby, you've sacrificed so much and gone to great lengths to keep your ancestral inheritance intact. If you don't claim what's rightfully yours, your grandfather will be very upset in heaven," Mia reminded her husband meaningfully. "Your grandfather left it to you, and no one else should have what belongs to your family for generations," she insisted.

Mia held a deep respect for Alessandro's grandfather. The old man had always treated her kindly, understanding she was an orphan with no family of her own. He had cared for her like she was his own. and that was why he wanted her to marry his grandson, Alessandro, to ensure she had a good life. Unfortunately, due to his age and declining health, he passed away shortly after their wedding. In the end, his wishes proved true-no one could have been a better match for her than Alessandro. He was truly the one meant for her.

Maria glared at Mia, her eyes blazing with anger as if shooting daggers. But Mia ignored her, choosing not to let Maria spoil her mood. She had just returned to her husband's home and was determined to set things right this time. No longer the innocent voue vir she once was. Mia had seen the harsh realities of

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the world, triveling widely and dealing with unscrupulous individuals while managing business and raising children on her own. "Let's go to our room, honey," Mia said, touching Alessandro's arm to get his attention. "I'm feeling tired," she murmured softly. Alessandro's eyes filled with concern as a deep furrow appeared on his forehead.

"Amore mio, are you feeling discomfort?" he asked, softly caressing her recently healed arm and glancing at her still-flat stomach, where their baby was growing. I'm going to call the doctor," he announced urgently.

"Ah...huh, no need, hubby," Mia sighed, shaking her head slowly. "I just want to rest for a while." She said this with a hint of mischief in her eyes, making Alessandro shake his head, already knowing what was going on in his wife's naughty mind. "And I'm curious to see our room and how you've kept it," she teased in a low voice as Alessandro placed a gentle hand on her lower back and led her toward their room.

"I'm sure you'll be disappointed since I wasn't very interested in decorating the room without you," he chuckled awkwardly. "But now that the famous interior designer is here," he added with pride in his eyes, "why don't you renovate the whole mansion, including our room and the kids' rooms, as you wish?" His suggestion made Mia's face light up with a bright grin.

"Oh yes!" she chimed, her eyes lighting up. "I've always wanted to do it," she sighed hopelessly, confessing her secret wish.

"Do as you please," Alessandro whispered, leaning closer and gazing deeply into her bright, beautiful. that used to light up his world. Then, with a sudden, tender move, he scooped her up into his arms.

"What?" Mia squealed, wrapping her arms instinctively around his neck.

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"You just said you were tired, dolcezza," Alessandro winked as he carried her toward their room. Mia couldn't help but lean into his muscular, firm chest, relishing her husband pampering her with his love and possessiveness. However, someone was watching this intimate moment with growing jealousy and anger.

"Mom, what's going on in our home?" Vittoria asked as she walked toward Maria, who was still glaring at Mia and Alessandro as they headed toward their room. "Are we going to lose everything we have after sacrificing so much?" Her voice was heavy with worry; she had already lost her husband and couldn't bear the thought of losing the wealth and properties worth billions.

"No! It's not going to happen as long as I'm alive," Maria said, her jaw set with evil determination. She lifted her phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, I need you to do something urgent for me," she said as the call connected.

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