Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110

Alla POV

My mother ignored me, her sharp gaze fixed on Marco, looking him up and down repeatedly.

Mom, what are you looking at?” I felt somewhat uncomfortable with how she was staring at him.

After scrutinizing Marco for a long while, my mother turned to me: “Alia, I’d like to speak with him alone for a moment.”

“Mom, what do you want to say to him privately?” I asked anxiously, glancing at Marco.

Alia, Mrs. Rossi might be hungry. Why don’t you get something to eat?” Marco suggested, leaving me with no reason to stay.

Before leaving, I looked at both of them once more, then reluctantly walked out.

As soon as I left, my mother spoke directly: “Marco, do you love my daughter?”

‘I don’t love your daughter, I love Alia,” Marco answered clearly, preventing any misconception.

Mrs. Rossi had two daughters, but there was only one Alia. He had married the one and only Alia in this world.

Hearing Marco’s response, Mrs. Rossi paused, then asked another question. “Can you promise to treat Alia well for the rest of your life?”

“Alia is my wife. If I don’t treat her well, I don’t know who else I should treat well,” Marco replied, standing straight, his words calm yet powerful.

Hearing this, Mrs. Rossi examined Marco from head to toe once more, then asked: Regardless of what Alia’s background might be? You’ll still recognize her as your wife?”

This was the first time in Marco’s life that he had answered so many questions from one person, but because it concerned Alia, he didn’t mind. He answered each question sincerely and firmly.

When Mrs. Rossi suddenly posed this question, Marco understood what she was worried about.

Moreover, his decision to marry me was about me as a person, completely unrelated to my background.

So, Marco emphasized once again with absolute certainty: “Alia’s identity is Mrs. Vittorio.”

Mrs. Rossi said: “I meant her previous…”

‘Mrs. Rossi, please let me speak,” Marco interrupted, the first time he had ever so impolitely cut off an elder.

He looked at Mrs. Rossi with complete sincerity and said: “I know about the matter you’re concerned with. I just want to tell you that your thoughts align with mine–we both want to protect Alia, not reopen her wounds and hurt her. And I can tell you clearly that I only know her as my wife.”

Mrs. Rossi had spent most of her life dependent on others, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t judge character.

Just as she had opposed my engagement to Gabriel and had me give him up to Maria.

She had her own motives–she felt I was far too good for someone like Gabriel.