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."

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

while Gia and Maximo were occupied watching television in their

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

Hazel?" Aria asked anxiously, her worry evident in her

her. Then, his tone hardened slightly as

Camille asked, her voice tinged with guilt, her face etched

parents'

the exit, his jaw clenched, and his expression

as she reflected on her son's

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

father, her heart sinking as his cold, disdainful eyes

sharp with irritation. Hazel had just poured her heart out, explaining how her husband's mistress had framed her with false accusations and sent her to jail. Yet, her father remained unmoved, his expression

I can't bear it anymore," Hazel

care," her father cut her

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

the slightest glimmer of compassion, but her mother refused to meet her gaze. Her