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.

Alexander?" Her question made him

of your life with her?" she shot another question, making him

what

said, a sense of clarity washing over him. "I

and tell

the stairs, not bothering to thank his sister. He stopped

a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart,

made a quick motion to slam the door shut. Alexander, however, was faster. He pressed his hand

to me," Alexander pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation as he pressed his hand against

to listen to anything you say. Just leave," Hazel snapped, her voice firm and

away from me," he insisted, still blocking the door with his hand

So I did," Hazel shot back, her eyes

just as powerful as Alexander-perhaps even more so. If Aria had given her word to keep her under their

I could never challenge you, mon soleil," the duke implored, his voice full of desperation. "The duchess always

manipulative tactics. In a single sentence, he had reminded her of her

her hand to stop

voice raw with sincerity. "And I

for a moment

were becoming gloomy with hurt. She knew him too well-he would do anything for his own

seeping into his voice. "I love you, Hazel 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

him a chance," Aria said, appearing at

Alexander is arrogant, unbearable, and a very difficult person to live with," Alessandro added, his voice light but laced with

him as

husband's arm