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.

her, Alexander?" Her question made him

to spend the rest of your life with her?" she shot another question, making him

loudly against his chest as memories of every moment spent with Hazel flashed before his eyes. He knew, deep down, what he felt for her. It was love-pure, unconditional love. The realization had come to him when he saw her with

of

"Then go and tell her," she said,

Alexander darted up the stairs, not bothering to thank his sister. He stopped just before the guest room where Hazel was

a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart, he knocked on

slam the

with desperation

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

you ran away from me," he insisted, still blocking the door with his hand as Hazel fought against it, her frustration

shot back, her eyes cold. "Now,

Alexander-perhaps even more so. If Aria had given her word to keep her under their protection, there was nothing Alexander could do to force

mon soleil," the duke implored, his voice full of desperation. "The duchess always upholds the rights of the duke, so I could never upset

his manipulative tactics. In a single sentence, he had

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

hesitation, his voice raw with sincerity. "And

her breath catching for a moment before she

her eyes were becoming gloomy with hurt. She knew him too well-he would do anything

voice. "I love you, Hazel Alexander Montecarlo. I love you so much, more than anything

appearing at the door and pleading on her

is arrogant, unbearable, and a very difficult person to live

him as Aria gently

husband's arm