Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109.

Alia POV

Seeing the injuries on my mother’s body, I couldn’t bear to imagine what kind of life she had endured these past three years.

For three years, I had simply walked away, leaving my mother in that hellish place. Why hadn’t I taken her with me when I left?

But taking my mother away would have been nearly impossible. If I had tried, that man would certainly have stopped us.

“Mrs. Vittorio, hello! A doctor knocked and entered, nodding politely to me. “Mr. Vittorio has arranged for us to discuss Mrs. Rossi’s condition with you. Would that be convenient?”

I nodded: “Please don’t conceal anything. Tell me everything about her condition.”

The doctor glanced toward the hospital bed and said, “We’ve already analyzed your mother’s situation. Her physical injuries will heal relatively easily. What we need to discuss is the psychological trauma, which will certainly take considerable time and effort to heal.”

I looked at my mother, thinking about how she had repeatedly urged me to run away. During the three years since I left Montellano, my mother must have lived in constant torment.

Remembering what Gabriel had said a few days ago–that after I left, my mother had fallen ill and never fully recovered–I realized he hadn’t been lying

about that.

The doctor continued, “Mrs. Vittorio, you needn’t worry about these matters. Mr. Vittorio has already arranged for the best psychologists to come. Together, we’ll help Mrs. Rossi recover.”

Marco had only made one phone call to me, asking which hospital I was at, and within just an hour or two, he had arranged everything so perfectly.

In that moment, even though Marco wasn’t physically by my side, I could feel his presence.

Just as the doctors left, my mother, half–asleep on the bed, whispered tearfully, “Alia, Mom is so sorry…”

I tucked her hand under the blanket and tried to smile, saying, “Mom, I was wrong to doubt you. You have nothing to apologize for.”

My mother waved her hand again, murmuring hazily, “Alia, don’t ever go back to Montellano. Don’t ever return to that house.”

“Mom…” In that moment, the weight that had been pressing on my heart was completely lifted.

I knew I had misunderstood my mother. She hadn’t come to persuade me to return to Montellano–she had come to protect me.

“Alia… can you forgive your mother?” My mother suddenly opened her eyes.

I nodded through my tears: “I was wrong to doubt you. Please don’t be angry with me.”

My mother reached out to touch my face, smiling softly. “My Alia seems to be getting more beautiful.”

“That’s because my mother is beautiful, so she gave birth to such a beautiful daughter,” I said, wiping away my tears but smiling.

My mother had two children. I resembled her more, while Maria looked more like our father.

When I was little, I often heard people say that daughters who look like their fathers are more fortunate. Perhaps that’s why, from a young age, my father had higher expectations for Maria than for me.

And I could feel that, although both Maria and I were born from our mother, Mom’s heart leaned more toward me.

“Alia… seeing that you’re doing well makes me feel at ease…” My mother smiled faintly, her sunken eyes suddenly bright with light. She murmured, “If Alia is safe, then I can rest easy.”

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Chapter 109

“Mom, I’ll be fine,” I said, looking at her, particularly at her gaunt face with its protruding bones, feeling a pang of sertés,

Alia… My mother called my name, smiling weakly. As she smiled, her eyes slowly closed again.

I held her hand tightly. “Mom, sleep peacefully. I’ll stay right here with you.”

Just as I finished speaking, I heard a knock at the door. Before I could say “come in, Marco had already pushed open the door and entered.

Marco wore a black overcoat over his silver–gray suit. With his tall stature and elegant stride, he looked like a walking supermodel as he approached me, so handsome that I couldn’t take my eyes off him..

I watched him silently as he came closer, finally reaching my side.

He called my name in his deep, low voice: “Alia-*

In that moment, without any hesitation, I threw myself into his arms, wrapping my slender arms tightly around his lean waist. “Marco, why did you come back?”

Marco held me with one arm while gently patting my back with the other, saying softly, ‘Alia, Mrs. Rossi will be fine. Don’t be afraid.”

‘I was scared before, but now that you’re here, I’m not afraid anymore,” I said, nestling against him.

I hadn’t even realized how, without noticing, Marco had come to give me such a profound sense of security.

With him by my side, my heart felt steady, as if no problem could overwhelm me.

Marco remained silent, resting his chin on the top of my head, inhaling the scent of my hair and tightening his embrace slightly.

I shifted a little, looking up from his embrace to ask, “Have you finished

your

work?”

The work in the western region was at a critical juncture, with several district leaders waiting for Marco to attend the meeting, yet he had suddenly left. This was absolutely explosive news.

As soon as Marco departed, the staff remaining in the western region immediately launched a series of public relations activities to stabilize the situation and prevent malicious speculation.

Fortunately, Giulio and the other managers left in charge were trusted members of Marco’s team who often accompanied him on business trips and were quite capable of handling unexpected situations.

Marco’s departure would certainly cause some dissatisfaction, but thanks to everyone’s efforts, the situation had been stabilized.

In response to my question, Marco casually remarked, “The remaining work there can be handled by others.”

Hearing that his work was finished, I felt relieved and nestled against him more firmly, “That’s good. I would have felt guilty if I had disrupted your work.”

“Mm.” He caressed my face and placed a kiss on my forehead, then said, “Don’t worry too much about Mrs. Rossi’s condition. I’ve already spoken with the doctors. With proper rest, she’ll recover quickly.”

“Marco, thank you for doing so much for me,” I said with a smile.

“Alia, doing things for you is only natural, Marco replied seriously, though his eyes held a hint of warmth.

“Alia, who is he?” My mother had been awake for some time but had remained silent until now.

I led Marco to the bedside and said, “Marco, this is my

mother.”

“Mrs. Rossi, hello!” Marco nodded, speaking politely and courteously.

I continued, “Mom, this is Marco Vittorio. We’re already legally married. He is my husband.”