Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 297 Where She Belongs

"Matteo, handle it urgently," Alessandro demanded, pacing outside the Commissariat de Police as he spoke on the phone with his lawyer friend. "I can't let Hazel stay in jail."

"Give me a moment, Alessandro," Matteo replied calmly. "I'll see what I can arrange in Monaco to get immediate help."

The call ended, and Alessandro exhaled heavily, slipping his phone back into his coat pocket. Impatience gnawed at him as he thought about Hazel. She was six months pregnant, and he had promised Aria that he would ensure her safety at any cost. "Mr. Valentino?" a voice interrupted his thoughts.

Alessandro turned to see a man in a sharp black suit approaching him with an air of authority.

"Good evening," the man began. "I'm Victor Duval. I've been instructed by Lord Alexander to secure his wife's release."

Alessandro was slightly taken aback; he hadn't expected Alexander to send his lawyer to aid Hazel, especially after witnessing his cold indifference toward his wife earlier.

"Mr. Duval," Alessandro greeted, shaking the man's hand firmly, but his gaze remained sharp as he studied Victor. "You have the necessary paperwork?!"

Victor nodded confidently. "Everything is in order. I'll ensure the process is handled as swiftly as possible."

Alessandro gave a curt nod. "Good. Let's get this done. Hazel doesn't belong in there."

another moment, the two men strode purposefully into the Commissariat de Police, their determined steps echoing in the

into bed, while Gia and Maximo were occupied

of the door, Aria and Camille hurried to greet him, their faces filled with anticipation. But their

Hazel?" Aria asked anxiously, her worry

as he added, "But she refused to return

asked, her voice

her parents' home

toward the exit, his jaw clenched, and his expression unreadable. He didn't offer an explanation,

shoulders sagged. Disappointment weighed heavily on her heart as she reflected on her son's behavior toward his wife. Perhaps it runs in their blood,

dispensable, and seeking comfort in the arms of other women whenever they pleased, always ready

in her miserable state before her father, her heart sinking as his cold, disdainful eyes bore

how her husband's mistress had framed her with false accusations and sent her to jail. Yet, her father remained unmoved, his expression indifferent. "This is

anymore," Hazel pleaded, her voice quivering with

don't care," her

businesses in exchange for this marriage. If you try to jeopardize this arrangement..." His voice dropped to a menacing growl as he leaned closer, his teeth gritted with hatred. "I will

desperate for even the slightest glimmer of compassion, but