Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 366 Betrayal

Emma was taken aback, her body jolting in surprise at the sound of Leonardo's menacing and furious voice reverberating through the room. She hastily settled back into her seat, attempting to compose herself while a palpable fear lingered in her voice.

"Leonardo, please calm down. Sofia is resting in the guest room. She wasn't feeling well and was eagerly waiting for you to arrive for lunch. I suggested that she take some time to rest until you came," Emma replied, her voice quivering slightly as she tried to maintain an

innocent facade.

Leonardo's voice boomed again, filled with anger and impatience. "Where the hell is the guest room?" he bellowed, his frustration echoing through the space.

Carlo Ricci, standing at the top of the staircase, intervened forcefully, his voice resonating with authority and indignation. "Leonardo! Why are you causing a commotion in my house? You dare speak to my wife that way."

A surge of fury filled Leonardo as he retorted, "Carlo Ricci, where is my wife? If anything happens to her, I won't spare you or your wife. I'll damn well annihilate your entire family, and no one will be able to stop me until I find Sofia this instant."

Carlo, undeterred by Leonardo's threats, descended the stairs, his rage matching that of Leonardo's. "Are you out of your damn mind? You dare to speak of my daughter that way?" he shouted, his voice laced with righteous anger.

"And that daughter of yours is nowhere to be found in this house when she was supposed to have lunch with you, you damn Riccis!" Leonardo bellowed, his fury unrelenting.

Leonardo's words hung in the air, tension thickening with each passing moment. Carlo, now face to face with Leonardo, engaged in a volatile confrontation. The audacity displayed by Carlo after Leonardo's wife had vanished from their residence only fueled Leonardo's boiling anger.

Turning his attention toward his wife, Carlo interrogated Emma in a dangerous tone, demanding answers. "Emma, where is Sofia?" he seethed, his voice heavy with an ominous warning.

"She... she... I... I sent her to rest in the guest room. Perhaps she's asleep there. I... I'll go and check on her," she faltered, her words betraying her unease.

Emma's stammering response only served to further confirm Leonardo's suspicions.

Carlo, frustrated with the situation and the blame being placed upon them, lashed out at Emma, his voice reverberating with fury. "What are you waiting for, Emma? Hurry up, you fool! Can't you see that Leonardo is accusing us?"

tightly, swiftly swinging the door open. Leonardo's eyes darted inside the room, only to find it empty. Frustration surged through

consumed him, and without a moment's hesitation, he lunged forward, clutching Carlo's throat and forcefully pinning him against the wall. The air grew thick

Emma, his eyes filled with an intense mixture of anger and suspicion. With a renewed grip on Carlo's neck, he demanded, "Who were they, and where are they now?" Emma, her

allowing her feigned emotions

sprinting toward the group, his voice filled with urgency. "Boss, we managed to track Mrs. Morelli through the

Carlo's throat loosened, his attention now fully focused on finding Sofia. "What are we waiting for? Let's go now," he growled,

assist in locating Sofia, proposed joining the pursuit. However, Leonardo's trust in the Ricci family had been shattered. Through gritted teeth, he dismissed Carlo's offer. "No, I don't trust any of the

The fire of vengeance burned within him as he vowed to eradicate

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became apparent that tuation

administered to her,

tightly restrained with ropes constricting her hands and legs. Panic began to well up within her as she took in her surroundings. Before her stood her uncle, Mak, his presence accompanied

as Sofia lifted her gaze, she locked eyes with him, her

to

punished, and there's no better place for you than the depths

surrounding him burst into laughter, their mocking laughter echoing off the walls. Sofia's heart pounded within her chest, anxiety coursing

Mak continued his verbal assault, taunting her about her deceased mother. Sofia's patience reached its limits. How

mother!" Sofia's voice rang out, laced with a mix of defiance and frustration. She was tired of

moved toward

twisted with rage, and delivered

through Sofia's face

up in

dare to raise your voice in my presence, you wretched whore!" Mak snarled, gripping Sofia's hair tightly, causing her to