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

daughter into bed, while Gia and Maximo were occupied watching television in their room after dinner when Alessandro finally

Aria and Camille hurried to greet him, their faces filled

Aria asked anxiously, her

Alessandro began gently, hoping to ease Aria's concern. "Hazel is fine. She's been released on bail," he assured her. Then, his tone hardened slightly as he added, "But she refused

where did she go?" Camille asked, her voice tinged with guilt, her face etched

her parents'

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

as she reflected on her son's behavior

wealthy families have always been accustomed to neglecting their wives, treating them as dispensable, and seeking comfort in the

her heart sinking as

to jail. Yet, her father remained unmoved, his expression indifferent. "This is not

I can't bear it anymore," Hazel pleaded,

care," her father cut her

to go against Lord Alexander. Do you understand? He has funded all our businesses in exchange for this marriage. If you try to jeopardize this arrangement..." His

glimmer of compassion, but her mother refused