Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 303 Prologue

Sofia's heart pounded in her chest as the rain pelted against the windows, matching the rhythm of her mother's sobs.

She could hear her mother's footsteps pacing back and forth in the living room, waiting for her husband to come home. Then, suddenly, the sound of a car pulling up to the house cut through the storm. "Mama, he's here!" Sofia whispered, barely audible over the sound of the rain.

She watched as her mother rushed to the door, wiping away her tears and plastering on a fake smile.

"Welcome home, dear," her mother said, her voice shaking.

Sofia's father strode into the house, a beautiful woman in his arms. Sofia recoiled at the sight of her father's mistress, but her mother put on a brave face.

"Who is this?" her mother asked, trying to keep her tone light. "Is everything alright?"

"Everything is fine," her father sneered, pushing her away. "Can't a man have a little fun?"

Sofia's mother's face fell. "Please don't hurt me," she begged. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Her father's face twisted with rage. "You're always so worried about me," he spat. "It's pathetic. I hate that you even think about me. You don't deserve me. Get out of my way."

"Please, honey, don't do this to me," her mother begged, grabbing her husband's arm.

"Don't touch me," her father yelled.

Sofia's mother flinched at her father's words, tears streaming down her face again. Sofia watched as her father raised his hand to strike her mother. She wanted to scream, to tell him to stop, but she was frozen with fear. Her father didn't stop. Instead, he kicked his wife's stomach so hard she fell to the ground crying and clutching her stomach.

She clutched her stuffed animal tightly, hoping and praying that her father would leave soon and they would be safe again. After a while, her father stopped throwing punches and kicks

through the railing of the staircase, her eyes wide with fear as she watched her mother sobbing on the floor. Her

I can do whatever I want. You're

not speak but whimpered

still on the ground, causing her to scream out in pain. Sofia covered her

this brat," he

the hair and pulled her up to her

whispered to herself, tears streaming

mother lay on the ground, bruised and broken. Sofia

her mother said weakly. "Don't

with me to my room. Dad has locked your room, so where will you sleep?"

nodded, still

their way to Sofia's bedroom when they heard the woman moaning Sofia's father's name. Her mother cried, covering e. her mouth. Sofia was eleven years old, but she understood everything that was happening in this house. They slowly went to Sofia's room. Sofia made

was aching with unbearable pain after getting a merciless

her mother, holding her

looked at her with tears in her eyes, her face still swollen from

won't, baby," she said weakly, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "You're the only good thing in my life," she whispered, the weight of her words heavy with a mixture

beatings and endure him bringing that woman home?!" Sofia's innocent question pierced the tense air, her confusion and concern

man, Sofia, and rich men have insatiable needs," her mother responded, her voice strained with both resignation and hidden anguish. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, mirroring the turmoil within her.

endure it, Mom. Why don't you leave him?" Sofia's

the weight of her truth. "I came from a poor family, and I feel trapped I'm bound by circumstances to