Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

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"What took you so long?" Henry's voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife. He glared at his son, Oliver Montecarlo, his eyes burning with impatience.

Henry was already upset after Alexander insulted them, treating them like they were pieces of dirt rather than his relatives. He hated Alexander from the bottom of his heart and never wanted him to be the Duke. But to Henry's disappointment, Alexander was the sole heir of the Duke of Monaco, taking after his father.

Oliver hesitated, glancing around nervously before leaning in closer.

"I heard Alexander talking about a DNA test," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"DNA test?!" Henry's expression twisted into a deep frown. Without another word, he seized Oliver's arm and dragged him out of the palace complex. They hurried through the corridors and out into the garden, far from the prying eyes of guards and staff. The lush greenery offered a semblance of privacy.

Henry's gup on Oliver's arm tightened. "What did you hear exactly?" he demanded, his tone low and menacing.

Oliver swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "Alexander was talking to his mother about finding a girl he thinks might be Adeline. He said he had given samples for a DNA test to confirm.

For a moment, Henry stood frozen, his face a mask of shock and rage. Then, he let out a slow, calculated breath, a sinister smirk curling his lips.

"It's impossible for the girl to be Adeline, Henry mumbled with confidence, as if he knew why it was impossible for Adeline to still be alive. "However, we can't take any chances. Our luck has already been unfavorable lately. His voice dropped to a murmur, barely louder than a breath, but Oliver caught every word. We need to switch the samples before they're tested, Henry added as his face gleamed with sharp determination.

His eyes gleamed with a dangerous light as he turned to his son. "Find out where he has sent the samples to be tested," he ordered, his voice brooking no argument.

Oliver nodded, determination and fear warring in his eyes. "Yes, Father,"

"By the way, we got the money this time, but it will only last a few days," Oliver said, his voice tinged with a mix of relief and anxiety. "But what will we do after that? You know the people we owe money to are posing threats continuously."

pay off all our debt just like we are paying now. We just need to speed

about to reveal a crucial piece of their treacherous puzzle. For everything to carry on as we want, you need to make sure the DNA test results come out as we want."

it. Oliver assured, straightening his

envy towards his nenleu Alexander who

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the people and the principality of Monaco while simultaneously managing the family's vast business empire. Under Alexander's stewardship, their businesses and properties had tripled

son, Oliver, was a shadow, unable to survive without his father's financial support. Henry's money kept Oliver and his family afloat, but the young man lacked the ambition and drive to forge his own path. This made Henry's resentment towards Alexander even more bitter. He despised Alexander not just

nephew's efforts and was constantly seeking new ways to make his life difficult, all while keeping his brother's widow-Alexander's mother-ignorant of his true intentions. The thought of Alexander's downfall

Oliver's. "Always be extra careful, and make no mistakes, because mere one mistake will cost you your life." "I got it. Father. Trust me when I say I will handle it. I'm good at those cunning tactics, Oliver replied with a wicked

his son's confident face, and his chest swelled with a twisted sense of pride. At least Oliver had learned something from him. Yet, Henry's desire burned hotter-he wanted to see his son rise to the heights Alexander had reached. One day, he vowed, he would make it happen. His mind was always plotting, always scheming, and he felt he was

their cars, their steps

his mansion's kitchen, he headed to his room. He emptied his pockets and placed everything on the coffee table in the center of the room. Unbuttoning his cuffs, he removed his custom-made, expensive cufflinks and set them on the table as well. He was about to take off his shirt when his phone rang. Picking it up from the table, he frowned as Maria's name flashed on the

reluctant, he answered, "Mother, what is

where are you? Why aren't you

him with accusatory question

Darded

to end. their engagement. She continued calling

her bothering me again and again,"

fiancée," Maria insisted. "You can't

"The engagement

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