Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 302 Be Mine Forever The next morning, Alexander woke to find the bed beside him cold and empty. His brow furrowed as he glanced around the room, the silence unsettling. Hazel was nowhere to be found.

A nagging feeling began to grow in his chest as he searched the entire manor. His steps quickened with each empty room he entered, his frustration mounting. He even checked the kitchen and the garden, but Hazel was gone-and so were Aria, Alessandro, and the kids. Alexander's suspicion deepened as he pulled out his phone and tried calling Hazel. His heart sank when he realized she had blocked his number. Desperate for answers, he sought out his mother, but her composed demeanor only added to his confusion. "You really don't know where she went?" he asked, his voice laced with both frustration and disbelief.

His mother's calm gaze unsettled him. "I don't," she replied, her tone even.

But the lack of panic in her expression betrayed her. Alexander knew his mother well-if she truly didn't know where Hazel was, she would have been just as anxious as he was.

A deep frown etched across his face. What the hell is going on?

Determined to uncover the truth, Alexander called his assistant and ordered him to track Hazel's whereabouts immediately. Within an hour, the report came in-and the revelation hit him like a blow. His wife had run away.

Without a word. Without warning. Hazel had left him.

A few hours later, Alexander stepped off his private jet in Florence and was now standing before his sister's mansion. He had canceled all his meetings and flown straight here.

"What a surprise, Alexander," Aria exclaimed, trying to suppress a smile at the sight of her frowning brother.

"Where is my wife?" he snapped curtly, his voice edged with impatience.

"How should I know?" Aria shrugged, her tone calm. "Shouldn't you know better about your wife by now?"

Alexander's eyes narrowed in irritation. "Don't get clever with me, Aria," he growled. "I'm here to take her back home."

Alessandro, standing off to the side, couldn't help but frown at the way Alexander was speaking to Aria. He took a step forward, clearly ready to intervene. But Aria, sensing the rising tension, shook her head, silently pleading for him to let her handle her hot-headed brother.

"Why do you want her to return, Alexander?" Aria asked, her gaze steady.

you love her, Alexander?" Her question made him

the rest of your life with her?" she shot

spent with Hazel flashed before his eyes. He knew, deep down, what he felt for her. It was love-pure, unconditional love.

a sense of clarity

brightly. "Then go and tell her,"

Alexander darted up the stairs, not bothering to thank his sister. He stopped just before

his racing

as soon as she saw his face, she made a quick motion to slam the door shut. Alexander, however,

to me," Alexander pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation as

not going to listen to anything you say. Just leave," Hazel snapped, her voice

he insisted, still blocking

shot back, her eyes cold. "Now, you can't force

even more so. If Aria had given her word to keep her under

you, mon soleil," the duke implored, his voice full of desperation. "The duchess always upholds the rights of

manipulative tactics. In a single sentence, he

a reason," she demanded, holding up her hand to stop him before he could respond.

I love you," Alexander admitted without hesitation, his voice raw with sincerity. "And I can't live without

taken aback, her breath catching for a

gloomy with hurt. She knew him too well-he would

Alexander Montecarlo. I love you so much, more than anything in this world," he declared firmly, his tone unwavering. Hazel's eyes widened, and she felt her anger

appearing at the door

difficult person to live with," Alessandro added, his

him as Aria gently

arm in response