Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Husband Novel 342

Chapter 342 She Is My Priority

"Leonardo didn't come with you? I hope he's treating you well," the twins chimed in unison, their mischievous grins widening. Their synchronized laughter filled the room, an eerie harmony that sent a shiver down Sofia's spine. Trying to maintain composure, Sofia mustered a response, attempting to mask the nervous tremor in her voice. "He...he will be here any moment," she replied, striving for nonchalance, hoping to conceal the fluttering of her heart. Bella exchanged a knowing glance with the twins before bursting into laughter once again.

"Oh, God! She has a tongue," she remarked, her amusement evident. The room seemed to amplify Sofia's embarrassment, leaving her at a loss for words. She knew all too well that they were teasing her, toying with her vulnerability. "Enough, you two," Anna intervened with a warning laced in her voice, her authority cutting through the jovial atmosphere. The room momentarily fell silent, the twins' laughter subsiding, as they locked eyes with their aunt. "Aunt Anna, we're not children anymore," Bella retorted, her voice tinged with a hint of defiance. She rolled her eyes in exaggerated fashion, a gesture dripping with young rebellion. "We're just trying to help her relax."

As the banter settled, everyone took their respective seats around the opulent table. Butlers glided gracefully into the room, clad in immaculate attire, each carrying plates adorned with culinary masterpieces. They moved with silent precision, serving the meticulously crafted dishes one by one, each plate a work of art. The butlers, with a poised elegance, inquired about each item on the table, their knowledge of the cuisine rivaling that of connoisseurs. Sofía watched in awe, feeling as if she had stepped into a world of regality and refinement.

"You know Sofia?" Bella's voice was barely audible, a mere whisper that cut through the ambient noise of the crowded room. Sofia shifted her gaze, meeting Bella's piercing eyes as they sat side by side.

"Leonardo and I grew up together," Bella continued, her tone laced with an air of superiority. "Despite being four years younger, I knew him inside out. And let me be frank, Sofia, you don't fit his tastes. He craves someone classy, beautiful, and absolutely stunning." Bella's scrutinizing gaze traveled up and down Sofia's figure, as if assessing her worth. Her words landed like venomous darts, stinging with each syllable.

Sofia felt her heart sink as Bella's cruel assessment echoed in her ears. The weight of the words bore down on her, threatening to crush her spirit. She fought back tears, refusing to let them betray the pain that brewed within. How could Bella be so audacious, so unapologetically insulting?

"Bella, why don't you enlighten Sofia about Evelyn ?" Aldo interjected, his voice laced with amusement.

Sofia winced at the mention of Leonardo's ex-girlfriend, her wounds still raw and tender. The twins, seated on Sofia's other side, observed the unfolding scene with a smug grin.

Sofia's hands trembled uncontrollably, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil swirling inside her. She released the fork she had been clutching, its metallic clang shattering the tense silence. Confusion washed over her.

Why did people always feel the need to belittle her, especially when meeting her for the first time? It was reminiscent of the treatment she had endured from her half-sister, Kat, and her friends before her marriage, a painful reminder of a past she longed to forget. Sofia's senses heightened as she heard a deep, manly voice resonate through the room. It was familiar, unmistakable. She turned her gaze towards the doorway, her heart skipping a beat when she laid eyes on Leonardo, accompanied by a tall, lean man. A wave of relief washed over her, momentarily eclipsing the fear that had gripped her moments ago.

transformed into a frown as he noticed the remnants of terror etched on her face. Sofia could almost feel his

a tender kiss upon her cheeks. His hands gently cupped her face, his thumb caressing her flushed skin. With a tender strength, he lifted

lacing his words, "Are you okay, baby girl? Did anyone say

Sofia, each person conveying a unique blend of surprise, curiosity, or apprehension. Sofia felt her

Anna complained, her tone laced with a hint of disappointment. Her eyes flickered disapprovingly towards Sofia, who sat beside her son. "Your mum is sitting here, and

out a low,

deep voice resonating

of chairs and bodies until he

a new name has been added to the list." He leaned in and planted a tender kiss on his mother's cheek, their bond

said, her voice filled with maternal warmth. She enveloped him in a tight embrace, her

attention back to Sofia. His

he said, his voice carrying a subtle warning. With a quick understanding, Aldo swiftly vacated the seat,

smile. "Hi, I am Domenico Russo," he introduced himself, his voice tinged with

Russo," she replied graciously, her voice filled with genuine

fascination,

a pristine one, and skillfully served Leonardo his meal. With a determined grip, he lifted the fork and knife, ready

a hint of curiosity

pout accentuating her dissatisfaction. "Why were you late? I

his laughter as rich and

I found myself entangled in an urgent last-minute meeting," he explained, his skilled hands adeptly

to receive the morsel obediently.