Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 478 Rejecting A Playboy

Ryder's

POV.

At 9:00 a.m. on a lazy Sunday morning, my peaceful slumber was abruptly interrupted by the incessant ringing of my phone. I groggily reached for it, wondering who could possibly be disturbing me at this ungodly hour. To my delight, Bella stirred in my arms, her tiny meows adding a touch of charm to the waking chaos.

I carefully placed Bella on the pillow, ensuring her continued comfort, before reluctantly sitting up to answer the call. The screen displayed my mother's face, which meant it was likely to be something important. I swiped the answer button and, slipping my feet into slippers, made my way to the balcony, hoping to maintain some tranquility around Bella's sleeping form.

"Hey mum! What's up? Why did you have to call so early on a Sunday morning?" I questioned, attempting to sound both concerned and slightly annoyed.

"Ryder, I've sent some pictures of the daughters from reputable families to your number. Take a look and choose one of them. I'll set up a date for you," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument.

I sighed internally, not wanting to be part of any matchmaking endeavors. "Mum, I really don't want to meet any girl, and you know that," I protested, hoping she would understand my reluctance.

Her response was one of surprise and concern. "Are you alright, Ryder?

Refusing to meet a girl? What's gotten into you? This isn't just an ordinary date. I want you to choose a girl and get married. You're turning 29, and it's

time for you to settle down and start a family," she insisted, her determination evident in her voice.

"Mum, come on. I'm still too young to get married," I argued, trying to reason with her.

She played her trump card, appealing to my emotions. "Oh no, son. I'm getting older, and I want to see you settled down before time slips away. Please, consider my feelings," she pleaded, making it harder for me to resist. "Mum! Now you're emotionally blackmailing me," I retorted, a mix of exasperation and affection in my tone.

I couldn't help but let out a deep sigh as I pondered my predicament. As much as I wanted to believe in a future with Bella, our relationship felt uncertain, and I knew

out where we stood and

eased the tension in my heart. "Good morning, Ryder!"

her, and she inquired about the phone

I disclosed, trying

trying to read my

mother's call, "Yeah, my mom wanted me to meet some girls." I observed Bella's reaction closely, hoping for some indication of how

but almost instantly, she masked her emotions, and her countenance became blank and unreadable. Her eyes, usually so expressive, turned cold and distant, making it difficult to gauge her true

in her phone, as if the topic was of no

help but express my disappointment, "You don't want to ask me why my mum wanted me to meet those girls?"

mum," she replied nonchalantly, her words cutting through me like ice. "Who am I to interfere? That's your life, and you are free to live it

bubbling up inside me. "Do you really not care if my mother wants me to marry a girl of her choice? It doesn't bother

"Why should it bother me? We are not committed. We

family wants it

desperation and vulnerability,

want to settle down with you," I confessed shamelessly, my heart laid bare before her. I knew she might not fully understand,

to take the chance. I was willing to set aside my

was not

my career first. Ioan't think about settling down in my teenage years. It would be better if you listen to your family and get married

little to her. I was at a loss for words, my heart aching with the realization that

we won't be the same, you know that?" I asked, trying to gauge her emotions. She nodded, confirming my

without me?" I questioned, wanting to understand just how much she was

heart. It's obvious that we can't continue this relationship after marriage," she said sternly. Her response was like a knife to the heart. Fuck! She