Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 104

Chapter 104

Alia POV

To be honest, in the past, I had the confidence to stand out among everyone and secure the position of sales department manager.

But now, in everyone’s eyes, if I were to take that role, it wouldn’t be because of my abilities, but because I’m Mrs. Vittoria,

For the entire day, I didn’t get any real work done. All my time was spent dealing with colleagues who previously only exchanged pleasantries with me but now suddenly wanted to get close.

If this continues, will I even be able to work properly?

After work, instead of going home, I headed to Eternal Vow Studio to vent to Francesca.

Seeing me arrive, Francesca was delighted. She pulled me over to show me the studio’s revenue figures. “Alia, the studio’s income has doubled this year. If we keep this momentum, the two of us will soon be able to buy a house and a car in Portano City.”

Hearing such great news, I was thrilled too. “It’s all thanks to our brilliant Miss Fran and her business savvy. You deserve the most credit for this success.

“Listen to that flattery,” Francesca rolled her eyes at me and continued, “Alia, why don’t you come back and work with me? With my business skills and your talent, we can team up to create the most famous wedding design studio in Portano City.”

Today, with everyone at the company incessantly calling me ‘Mrs. Vittorio‘ and after having thought things through recently, I’ve considered leaving my current job to return to the studio and work with Francesca.

Designing the most beautiful wedding dresses in the world is

my

dream.

Countless times in the middle of the night, I’ve dreamed of standing on the world’s highest stage, accepting the award for Best Designer.

I really want to pick up my paintbrush again and design a wedding dress for myself and Marco once more.

Before I could respond, Francesca added, “Alia, do you still remember your old idol, Ivan?”

“Of course I do. I’ve looked up to him since I was seventeen,” I said, my face lighting up at the mention of Ivan. “I even saw him a few days ago.”

“What? You’ve already met him?” Francesca looked shocked, then thought for a moment and said, “That’s impossible. When I submitted your work, I left my contact information. How could he have found you?”

“What submission?” I was completely confused.

Francesca pulled out a document and placed it in front of me, explaining, “Apparently, he came to Portano City and recently held a small–scale competition.”

“What competition?” I’ve been keeping up with news in the design circle, so how had I not heard about this?

Francesca continued, “Since it wasn’t promoted through the media, not many people outside the industry knew about it, but it’s quite well–known within the circle. A lot of people, including me, submitted their designs to him, but he didn’t like any of them.”

I nodded. “That’s a bit of a shame. If we could learn under Ivan, it would be an incredible opportunity to gain experience.”

Francesca smiled and said, “He didn’t like mine, and I wasn’t willing to accept that, so I submitted the hand–drawn design you made three years ago. Guess what? He took one look at your work and loved it

As she spoke, Francesca showed a hint of dissatisfaction. “Tell me, your designs aren’t that much better than mine. Why did he pick yours and not mine?”

“Which design?” I was utterly shocked, hardly believing what I was hearing.

“It’s the wedding dress you designed for yourself three years ago,” Francesca said, watching my expression closely, “Alia, now that you’re married, let the past stay in the past. Let’s move forward together toward a new life.”

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Chapter 104

If this had been a few days ago, I might have hesitated, but today, I didn’t want to waver anymore. I don’t want to map out on motor

ago.

However, I didn’t immediately agree to Francesca’s proposal. I needed to discuss this with Marco and hear his opinion.

Just as I was thinking of Marco, his call came through.

Seeing “Mr. Vittorio” displayed

on my phone screen,

I couldn’t help but smile as I answered, “Ifello, Mr. Vittorio.”

After a long pause, I finally heard his serious voice reply, “Hello, Mrs, Vittorio.”

As soon as I spoke, there was silence on the other ends

“Is there something you need?” I really

ask

if he missed me, but I was too shy to be so direct.

There was another silence on the other end, even longer than the first. It lasted so long that I couldn’t hold back anymore and said, “Say something

“Don’t overthink things at the company. As for the sales manager position, I won’t interfere, nor will I let anyone under me interfere,” Marco said.

His sexy, pleasant voice came through the receiver, each

Word rhythmically tapping at the window of my heart.

He knew how much this mattered to me, so he would absolutely not meddle in my affairs, allowing me to fight for the position based on my own abilities.

Success or failure, it would be my own choice, and he intervene in the slightest.

I nodded. “Mm, I trust you.”

Marco added, “It’s cold out. If there’s nothing else, head home early.”

I smiled. “Got it, Mr. Vittorio.”

Watching me on the phone, repeatedly calling him ‘Mr. Vittorio‘ with a shy, blooming smile, Francesca got goosebumps. “I say, Mrs. Vittorio, you know I haven’t had a man in my life for so long, and here you are flaunting your happiness in front of me?”

“Francesca, can we still be friends or not?” I playfully slapped her on the back.

“Alia, long time no see.”

An arrogant, haughty voice interrupted us. Francesca and I turned around simultaneously to see Gabriel walking in through the studio door, exuding an air of insolence and disregard.

Seeing Gabriel, Francesca reacted even more intensely than I did. She instinctively jumped in front of me and cursed, “Scum, what are you doing here? Be careful, or I’ll bash your head in with a stick.”

“Fran, it’s been so long, and this is how you greet an old friend?” Gabriel said with a smug grin, completely ignoring Francesca’s anger.

“Get out!” Francesca pointed at the door. “You’re not welcome here.”

“I’m not here to see you anyway.” Gabriel’s gaze shifted to me. “Alia, it’s been a few days, and I’ve missed you so much.”

“Gabriel, I don’t want to see you even more; and I certainly don’t want you in our studio,” I said, also pointing at the door. “You’d better leave right now, or we’re calling the police.”

“Alia, do you really have to be so heartless?” Gabriel shook his head, feigning disappointment, then added, “Don’t think that just because C acquired by Black Hawk, and just because that Vittorio has Black Hawk backing him, I can’t do anything to him.”