Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100

Alia POV

Marco finally raised his head, scanning everyone present with a gaze as cold as the weather outside–bone–chillingly frigid.

Seeing the situation turn against her, Camila tried to slip away quietly.

“That young lady, you’ve maliciously slandered my wife. Did you think you could just leave?” At Marco’s words, security personnel immediately blocked Camila’s escape route.

“Mr. Vittorio, I didn’t hurt your wife, she- Camila tried to defend herself, but when she met Marco’s icy stare, she quickly shut her mouth in fear.

Marco continued, “Giulio, I don’t want anyone involved in this incident to remain at Cortés. And those who have defamed my wife will face appropriate legal consequences.”

Having said this, he took my hand to lead me away. As soon as I took a step, pain shot through my twisted left ankle, making me cry out.

“What’s wrong?” Marco asked immediately.

“I twisted my ankle,” I said, sniffling.

No sooner had I spoken than Marco knelt before me in full view of everyone, removed my high heel, and held it in his hand.

Rising to his feet, Marco swept me up into his arms and, ignoring everyone present, turned and strode away.

I buried my face against Marco’s chest, nuzzling him like a small cat.

Three years ago, when I faced a similar situation, no one was willing to stand by my side. I had to leave alone, in the most humiliating manner.

Three years later, facing the same situation today, I had Marco beside me, willing to be my strongest support.

In this lifetime, finding Marco among the vast sea of humanity was my greatest fortune!

Only after Marco had carried me out of sight did those present come to their senses, their eyes filled with astonishment.

What had their president just said?

He said Alia was his wife?

Tina stared wide–eyed in the direction Marco and I had disappeared, suddenly realizing: “So the Mrs. Vittorio who exists in company emails is actually Alia from our business department.”

Antonio also remembered what I had said some days ago–that I was already married. So my husband was their president.

After the initial shock, everyone broke into a cold sweat, especially those who had participated in the verbal abuse.

Luca followed Marco, while Giulio stayed behind to handle the aftermath.

The company had planned a nice banquet for employees, but it had been ruined by these ridiculous troublemakers.

Giulio surveyed the scene and said, ‘Since you all enjoy causing trouble so much, there’s no need to continue with dinner. Now, let’s discuss what happened today, one by one.”

Giulio then turned to Camila with a cold smile: “Did you really think you could mess with Mrs. Vittorio? In the future, open your eyes wider before you net?

By this point, Camila realized she had stirred up a hornet’s nest. Panicking, she looked to Berti for help: “Manager Berti.

Berti, cunning as a fox, had already prepared an escape route before approaching Camila.

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Knowing that if Camilla falled, she would try to drag her down too, Bert had made sure to leave no evidence of their connections

Even if Camila accused her, few would believe her word.

So Berti responded, “Miss Camila, did you need something from me?”

From Berti’s cold demeanor and tone, Camila immediately understood her position.

Without evidence of Betti’s collaboration, if Berti denied everything, Camila would only be making

a

of herself.

Unable to get help from Berti, Camila searched the crowd for Monica, but Monica merely glanced at her before looking away, clearly unwilling to offer assistance.

Giulio gave them no chance to argue, immediately having someone call the police.

All those associated with Camila were handed over to the authorities for investigation.

Of course, having offended Mrs. Vittorio, Camila and her backers would likely spend a good half year

The Ritz Hotel was right next to Cortés Company, and

a few minutes‘ drive from our home.

in prison.

After our driver Salvatore dropped us off, Marco still carried me in his arms, my high heels in his hand, all the way into our house.

Once home, Marco gently placed me on the sofa, then

went to get medicine from the first aid kit.

He knelt before me and removed my stockings.

Marco’s warm hands held my ankle, massaging it gently before applying medicine.

Watching him work so attentively, I pressed my lips together and asked, “Marco, don’t you care at all about my past?”

Marco looked up at me and emphasized once more: “Alia, I’ve told you before–I don’t care about your past. What I care about is your future, our future.”

I smiled at him. “Yes, our future.”

“Marco, there are some things I want to tell you about.” Now was a good time to tell Marco about my past.

Those past events had already been exposed in front of so many people today.

Marco must have seen some of it, and if I pretended nothing had happened

Besides, I had already decided to build a good life with him; so clearing up

Marco turned to look at me, and seeing my serious expression, he guessed

the

Before registering our marriage, he had already had people investigate everythin

I told him nothing, it wouldn’t be right.

past was the best way to open my heart to him completely.

ab

to talk about.

me thoroughly.

He wanted to pretend he knew nothing, but he wasn’t willing to deceive me, so he said: “Alia, I already know everything about your past.”

“You–you know everything?” I was completely shocked.

Thinking about my past, about how all the unpleasant things had been laid bare before Marco, my heart suddenly felt heavy with discomfort.

Just as I was feeling a bit sad, I heard Marco’s deep, pleasant voice say, “What you haven’t done, you haven’t done. No matter how others frame or slander you, you are still you.‘

His tone was serious and earnest, and I could even detect a trace of heartache for me in his solemn voice.

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Chapter 100

Three years ago, I was schemed against by Maria and forced to leave my family. Except for Francesca, everyone believed I was the woman who cau future brother in–law, the woman who fooled around with other men outside.

Now, three years later, someone finally, after knowing about that incident, so firmly told me that I am still the best version of myself.

And that person is my husband, the man who has always said he wants to spend his life with me.

Hearing Marco’s words, I smiled happily again and suddenly opened my arms. “Then, are you willing to hug the best version of me?

“Just a hug?” Marco teased with a mischievous smirk.

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