Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband Chapter 531 Sleep In My Room *Selena*

I stood there frozen, my heart racing as Avery's words sliced through the fragile cocoon of grief that had enveloped me since Lola's tragic death. The wounds of her loss were still raw, the pain a relentless ache that gripped my chest. "No!" The word tore out of me as my voice quivered with a mixture of shock and defiance.

"Yes! Yes, you are the murderer," Avery spat the words out with a fiery vehemence. My trembling lips parted, ready to defend myself against the accusations that had blindsided me.

"She didn't kill Lola," the deep resonance of Zander's voice rolled out like thunder amidst a storm. He stepped forward, standing beside me.

I turned my tear-filled eyes toward him, a mixture of astonishment and shock dancing in their depths. Why would he stand by me?

"How... how can you say that, Zander?" Avery's incredulous voice laced with disbelief shattered the momentary respite as her words trembled, a quiver of uncertainty revealing the cracks in her conviction.

"I know because she has no wolf. Look at Lola's body-this wasn't the act of a human. It was the work of a mad and bloodthirsty animal," Zander reasoned with his precise observation.

A gasp caught in the air, the realization dawning that there might be more to this tragic tale than met the eye. Yet, Avery's anger was now directed at Zander.

"I can't believe it, and there you are taking her side," she accused with a tone that sought to plant seeds of doubt. "You know that she is like her traitor family. We still don't know what else she has hidden."

"Maddox, get Lola's body checked, figure out what happened," Zander's voice sliced through the tension in the room, ignoring Avery's whining in the process.

"Everyone, just head back to your rooms. We're diving into this, so don't worry," he directed, and the other Werewolves scattered, each with their own mix of worry and confusion.

Avery, though, didn't budge. She stood there, shooting daggers at Zander, her frustration practically palpable in the air. Zander seemed exhausted, a sigh escaping him as he dealt with her.

"Avery, seriously, go to your room now," he snapped with a touch of impatience, his voice turning cold as ice.

she started to argue, her voice a mix of defiance and desperation. Zander didn't

talk about it

way down my cheeks as I watched the investigators somberly carry Lola's body out of my room,

room," he invited,

looked puzzled because he quickly clarified, "Your room is a mess, covered in blood and wreckage. It's late, and you shouldn't stay here alone.

sorrow. So, I silently nodded in agreement. He led the way, and I followed, the silence between us heavy with unspoken

we were inside his room, he turned and locked the door behind us, the click of the lock

toward me. His gaze fixed on me as he posed a direct question, his voice a mix of curiosity and seriousness. "Are you finally going to tell me what's going on?" I mirrored his gaze, my own expression

know where you were and what you were doing when Lola died," he stated firmly, his words carrying a

The realization hit me, a mixture of surprise and realization

system

playing with me, controlling the system while sitting far away?!" I shook my head

you think you can defeat your teacher?! I was the one who taught you every single detail of hacking?" He scoffed, his conceited eyes glowing

remark,

because you were in the data room, stealing information," he declared, his anger simmering beneath

long were you pretending to

held my gaze, his irritation

like that? No, I left it there for you," he admitted,

to piece together his motives. "Why did you do

wanted to understand

that you didn't think twice about risking the entire werewolf community's existence.

self-centered?" His a