Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

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.

a feigned nonchalant. expression. "It would be best to

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

that wealth and money that had caused him to give his wife so much pain when all

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

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

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

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raising children on her own. "Let's go to our room, honey," Mia said, touching Alessandro's

caressing her recently healed arm and glancing at her still-flat stomach, where their baby was growing. I'm going to call

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

the famous interior designer is here," he added with pride in his eyes, "why don't you renovate the whole mansion,

chimed, her eyes lighting up. "I've always wanted to do it,"

gazing deeply into her bright, beautiful. that used to light up his world. Then,

wrapping her arms instinctively around his