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?"

swiftly swinging the door open. Leonardo's eyes darted inside the room, only to find it empty. Frustration surged through him, fueling his anger to its boiling point. His entire being craved revenge against the

he lunged forward, clutching Carlo's throat and forcefully pinning him against the wall. The air

missing." Leonardo's head snapped toward 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 voice trembling with fear, stammered her response. "He must be referring to Carlo's stepbrother, Mak Ricci, and his wife, Lana Ricci. They left after receiving an urgent call. Please, release my husband." The bodyguard interjected, causing Emma's face to drain of color. "But

allowing her feigned emotions to cascade down her cheeks. "Carlo, please believe me. I'm

Mak appeared, sprinting toward the group, his voice filled with urgency. "Boss, we managed to track

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

trust in the Ricci family had been shattered. Through gritted teeth,

before any harm could befall her. The fire of vengeance burned within him as he vowed to eradicate anyone who dared to lay a finger on Sofia. No

abrupt sensation of cold water splashing against her face. Still

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been administered to her, causing her

chair, tightly restrained with ropes constricting her hands and legs. Panic began to well up within her as she took in her

and as Sofia lifted her gaze, she locked eyes

Sofia managed to utter, her voice trembling as she strained against the restraints that held

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

the walls. Sofia's heart pounded within her chest, anxiety coursing through her

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

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

moved toward her,

and delivered

seated through Sofia's

filled her mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes

wretched whore!" Mak snarled, gripping Sofia's hair tightly, causing her