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.

Maria replied, quickly masking her surprise with a feigned nonchalant. expression.

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

He corrected in his mind. It was that wealth and money that had caused him to

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

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

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

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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

you feeling discomfort?" he asked, softly caressing her recently healed arm and glancing at her still-flat stomach, where

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

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

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

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

her arms instinctively around his