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."

into the Commissariat de Police, their determined steps

Gia and Maximo were occupied watching television

the sound of the door, Aria and Camille hurried to greet him, their faces filled with anticipation. But their excitement waned the moment they noticed Alessandro

asked anxiously,

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,

where did she go?" Camille asked, her voice

I dropped her at her parents' home at her insistence," Alessandro replied

his jaw clenched, and his expression unreadable. He

sighed deeply, her sadness evident in the way her shoulders sagged. Disappointment weighed heavily on her heart as she reflected on

always been accustomed to neglecting their wives, treating them as dispensable, and seeking comfort in the arms of other women whenever they pleased,

her father, her heart sinking as his cold,

accusations and sent her to jail. Yet, her father remained unmoved, his expression indifferent. "This is not your home anymore, Hazel," he snapped. "Go back to your husband and do as he says. That is your utmost duty as his

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

don't care," her father cut

his tone filled with disdain. "We cannot afford 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 voice dropped to a menacing growl as he leaned closer, his teeth gritted with hatred. "I will

to her mother, desperate for even the slightest glimmer of compassion, but her mother