Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 226 Emotional Blackmailing

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"Mother, you can't force me into this!" Matteo protested, slamming the file shut in anger, his eyes burning with frustration.

"Forcing you? Really?" His mother scoffed, her face twisting with irritation. "You owe us, Matteo Vinci! We gave you life, raised you, made you the man you are today-and now, you have the audacity to argue with me?" Her voice dripped with cold menace as she glared at him.

"This emotional manipulation won't work on me this time," Matteo shot back, his tone firm, though a flicker of hesitation crossed his face.

His mother's eyes narrowed, her gaze hardening. She shook her head in warning. "Matteo, get this straight: you will marry Lia. This marriage is essential for forming an alliance with the Vassallo family. Your father's company needs their investment, and you can at least do this for us." Her voice was heavy with authority, making it clear her decision was final.

Matteo huffed in frustration, his jaw tightening as he shifted his gaze to Lia. She was smirking, a smug look of confidence plastered on her face, which only fueled the fire inside him. But what could he do? His family was pushing him into this marriage, blackmailing him with every card they had.

He was ready to compromise-after all, this marriage was nothing more than an alliance to him, a business transaction. But suddenly something about it didn't sit right anymore. What had once seemed like a simple, cold agreement now felt different. He didn't feel as sure as he had before, something was holding him back, gnawing at him from within. But what?

time he tried to focus and make sense of it, only one thing came to mind: Emily. Her face flashed in his thoughts, leaving him even more confused. She wasn't interested in him, had made that

thinking about her? Why did her presence

Or was he just becoming delusional? One thing was certain: he needed to get over Emily. And there was only one way he thought could do that-sleep

Vinci, do be so harsh on Matt. He's stressed, and we shouldn't pressure him too much," Lia's sugary voice cut through his daydream, pulling him back to reality-away from the fantasy of

we're married, I'll be a good wife. I'll

words were nothing more than part of her act. Her sweetness was as fake as her concern, and he saw through it all. He didn't need Lia's father's money-he had earned his success through hard work

attorney, would boost the value of her father's company and help cover up the shady dealings that had taken place within the business-if Lia married

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don't mind me being stern with you. But, son, understand this-you're my

again, fully aware of how sentimental Matteo was when it came to family. No matter how tough or indifferent he tried to appear, he always jumped to help them

his mother added with a soft smile, as Lia blushed shyly. Matteo rolled his eyes in frustration, but his mother didn't stop. She pressed on,

sighed quietly and leaned back in his chair. "Mother, if you don't have anything else to say, can I please get back

she had won and Matteo had silently

I'll make dinner-all your favorite dishes," she chimed, as if she knew what his favorite

he held his tongue, unwilling to drag out the conversation and waste any more

Matteo didn't respond; he had already reopened the case file and was studying it intently. For a brief moment, a dark expression crossed Lia's face as she stared at Matteo, her gaze filled with a menacing determination. Then, just as quickly, she masked