Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband Chapter 320 The Danger

Sofia's heartache consumed her, tears streaming down her cheeks in an unending torrent. She desperately tried to wipe them away, but they continued to flow, betraying her emotions. Each sob that escaped her lips echoed her inner turmoil.

"Why did I feel bad?" she questioned herself between broken sobs, her voice barely audible. She knew she shouldn't have been affected by Leonardo's actions, yet the pain gnawed at her heart. Her mind battled with conflicting emotions, unable to reconcile the hurt and confusion she felt. In her mind, she berated herself for thinking that someone like Leonardo could ever be interested in her.

As her tears cascaded down her face, Sofia's self-doubt intensified. She couldn't help but compare herself to the woman Leonardo had been kissing. The image of a stunning, perfectly dressed woman taunted her, highlighting her own perceived inadequacies. She felt invisible, overshadowed by the radiance of someone who seemed to embody perfection.

Her gaze dropped to her own clothes and her skinny frame, and a wave of self-deprecation washed over her. She believed herself to be undeserving of Leonardo's affection, convinced that she paled in comparison to the dazzling figure he had embraced. She considered herself broken, a bearer of sorrow, and cursed with a streak of ill-fated love, having lost everyone dear to her heart.

The weight of her losses bore heavily on her, amplifying her anguish. The absence of her mother, grandmother, and grandfather became a gaping void in her life, aching with an intensity that matched her tears. Her crying grew louder, a symphony of sorrow and longing for the loved ones she dearly missed.

The sound of screeching car wheels echoed in her ears. With a jolt of terror, she watched as the car doors flung open and several men emerged in a frenzied rush, closing in on her with menacing intent.Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

One man stood out from the rest, tall and imposing, his face marred by numerous cuts and scars that lent him an intimidating aura. He brandished a gun, its cold metal glinting ominously in the light. Sofia's breath caught in her throat as she tried to comprehend why they had targeted her, why this man was pointing a weapon at her.

Sofia's heart pounded in her chest as fear gripped every fiber of her being. The menacing figure before her, with his intimidating presence and the gun in his hand, instilled a sense of terror that seemed insurmountable. She pleaded with them, her voice trembling, as she tried to reason with the assailants.

you. I have nothing of value. I don't have any money or anything worth taking. Please, don't

evident that his menacing appearance alone was enough to strike fear into anyone's heart. Sofia couldn't understand why they were targeting her, why they wanted

spill over as her emotions ran high. The assailant's response was laced with contempt as he brandished the gun, his tone dripping with menace. "Shut up and do as I say. Come with us. Don't make things worse for yourself." The barrel of the gun waved threateningly in her direction, a stark reminder

no room for her to flee. Panic surge through her veins as she came to terms with the harsh reality that she was trapped, at the

am poor and ugly. I beg you, don't kill me,"

sinister man with a cold laugh, dismissed her pleas

paid to take you with us. And if you don't co-operate, we have to

within her, and she realized the dire consequences that awaited her if

kicked in, and she lashed out, attempting to defend herself. "No,

the kidnappers swiftly overpowered her, gripping her

pleas grew louder,

with anguish as

release

as

situation. She was helpless,