Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 263 A Dream Proposal

Aria was stunned, looking around as the realization hit her–only she was under the spotlight. She stood there, frozen, shocked, unsure of what was happening. Before she could process it, another spotlight shifted, landing on a far corner. Her already confused eyes widened with more curiosity as she saw her husband, Alessandro, standing there.

With his usual charming smile, he began to walk toward her and the spotlight followed him, while Aria furrowed her brows in growing confusion. What was going on? she wondered. It was supposed to be Emily’s special day–she should be the one in the spotlight, right?

Aria’s gaze remained fixed on Alessandro as he closed the distance between them, finally stopping just before her. The entire hall was silent, every pair of eyes focused on them with a mixture of intense curiosity and anticipation.

“What’s going on, Alessandro?” Aria asked, frowning and whispering, her voice tinged with confusion.

But Alessandro only let out a sharp breath, as if preparing himself for something.

“Amore mio, did I ever tell you how much you mean to me?” he asked, his eyes and voice both brimming with love, the mix of emotions flooding inside him.

Aria smiled, nodding. “Yes, every day. In fact, today, you’ve told me this… about…” She looked up, trying to recall, before adding, “Four times since this morning.”

Alessandro chuckled, shaking his head.

both of her hands in his and gazed deeply into her eyes, his voice full of earnest devotion. “I lived my whole life alone,” Alessandro said, his voice laced with a deep, lingering emotion. “The situation made me grow up before my age, and the adversity turned me

troubled childhood, and Aria noticed his jaw clenched, his

him, brushing her body against his while squeezing his hands slightly to draw him back to her. He smiled, offering her

what I always wanted… true love and a lovely family. You made me believe in marriage again, in the possibility of a

one knee before

this moment as a young

velvet box from the pocket of his tuxedo jacket. Aria’s heartbeat quickened

the velvet box, his throat bobbing as he licked his dry lips before asking, “Aria Valentino, will you marry me… again and make me the happiest man

with

un hut Alarendra

A Dream

own, rising to

will marry you again, and again, and again…” she began, her voice trembling with excitement, but Alessandro couldn’t let her speak anymore. He had already slipped the ring onto her

she smiled through their kiss. Alessandro broke their kiss and, holding her hand, led her to the altar. Now,

to wear this wedding gown, she mused, still

said, pressing a