Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 360 Conspiracy

Emma's phone buzzed on the coffee table, interrupting her evening relaxation. She picked it up and glanced at the screen, noting an unfamiliar number flashing before her eyes. Intrigued yet cautious, she answered the call, unsure of what awaited her on the other end. "Hello?" Emma's voice trembled slightly as she spoke into the receiver.

A deep, mysterious voice responded, "If you want to uncover the whereabouts of Lady Ricci's missing will, you must come to the address I'm about to give you."

Emma's mind immediately went into a state of alarm. The proposition seemed dubious, and she had every reason to dismiss it as a prank or a scam. Yet, an inexplicable curiosity gnawed at her, urging her to delve deeper into this mysterious revelation. What if there was truth behind the stranger's words? What if he possessed information about the will that she desperately sought? Emma wrestled with her conscience, torn between dismissing the call and venturing into the unknown.

Eventually, her longing for answers overcame her initial doubts. Emma made up her mind, deciding to trust her instincts and meet the anonymous caller. There was something about the missing will that intrigued her deeply, and she yearned to uncover the secrets that lay hidden within. However, she knew better than to divulge her intentions to her husband, Carlo, fearing that he would try to dissuade her from pursuing this enigmatic path.

Taking a daring step, Emma discreetly concealed a gun within her garter belt, ensuring her protection should the need arise. She decided to dismiss her driver for the evening, opting to navigate the winding streets and clandestine rendezvous alone.

Arriving at the designated location, Emma parked her car nearby, her heart pounding within her chest as she approached the imposing building. Questions danced in her mind, speculating about the identity of the person who had knowledge of her interest in Lady Ricci's will. After all, she had meticulously upheld a pristine reputation in society, leaving her puzzled as to why this mysterious individual had chosen to contact her instead of her husband, Carlo.

As Emma neared the entrance of the grand structure, two imposing men clad in black uniforms intercepted her path. Their presence evoked an air of authority, leaving Emma with no choice but to comply with their request. The taller of the two gestured for her handbag, his expression stern yet impassive. Reluctantly, she handed it over, surrendering her personal belongings to the strangers' custody.

One of the men stationed himself by the entrance, securing the area, while the other motioned for Emma to follow him deeper into the building's labyrinthine corridors. She hesitated for a moment, her mind filled with apprehension, but a resolute determination spurred her forward. She trailed behind the enigmatic figure.

They passed through a dimly lit, eerie gallery that led Emma to a vast room, bathed in a subdued glow. The space was expansive, allowing her to discern its details with relative ease. The mysterious man motioned for Emma to take a seat on a plush couch and instructed her to wait for his boss.

Nervously, she fidgeted with her fingers, her mind swirling with anticipation and unease. As soon as the man exited the room, closing the door behind him, Emma's gaze darted around the room. Her fingers grazed the hidden gun tucked securely within her garter belt, finding solace in its presence.

Time ticked by slowly as Emma found herself waiting in the room for over half an hour. Impatience gnawed at her, for she was unaccustomed to waiting for anyone in her privileged life. She had grown accustomed to having her desires fulfilled at the snap of her fingers, especially after marrying Carlo Ricci.

Just as frustration threatened to overtake her, the door creaked open, revealing a large, hulking figure standing before her. Emma gasped audibly, her breath catching in her throat as she laid eyes upon the face of the man who had entered the room. It couldn't be possible. She must have misunderstood something along the way. The situation seemed surreal.

for the delay," the man uttered, his

why did you claim to possess Lady Ricci's will?" Emma's voice cut through the tension, her words direct and

mockery. "Oh, dear Emma. Always straight to business. You don't even inquire about my well-being. I didn't expect such

to set aside discussions of manners and etiquette. If you possessed any semblance of decorum, you wouldn't have clandestinely summoned me

are we at odds, my dear? I called you here to present you with a proposition. One that would prove mutually beneficial to both of us," he finally spoke, opening his mouth to delve into

tinged with a mix of anticipation

eagerness. "You're very impatient, Emma," he remarked, acknowledging her enthusiasm. "Yes,

Emma as she confronted him. "So, you're the one who stole the will on the day of Valentina Ricci's

lady signed away the entire Ricci Empire to Sofia Ricci, that daughter of a prostitute," he retorted, his voice dripping with contempt. "Do you honestly

reeled in

the old woman had bestowed Sofia with the entirety of the Ricci Empire had eluded her until now. If she had known, she would have taken matters into her own. hands and eliminated the old lady

could provide that.

will, transferring the entire Empire into my name. If you agree to assist me in this

the orchestrator of this scheme, will claim eighty percent? Furthermore, why should

corrected her, a glint of superiority in his eyes. "Stepdaughter," he emphasized, attempting to diminish the familial bond between Emma and Sofia. "Regardless, whatever Sofia inherits will ultimately belong to

mind spun with

She was

she played in spreading rumors about her and her mother. How had he come to possess such intimate

composure, raising her

is far too little," she countered,

his anger surfacing. "Are you out of your mind, Emma?" he growled, his voice laced with fury. She winced at the

the risks and did the hard work while you effortlessly reap the benefits," he snarled, his