Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

Alla POV

Marco, usually so composed, Immediately darkened at my words and hurriedly explained, “I didn’t…”

I’m just teasing you,” I interrupted before he could finish, my voice full of laughter. “I believe you.”

I believe all your words, all your promises.

Even if Marco and Maria had a relationship in the past, that was history. I am Marco’s present and future.

At my words, I could almost hear Marco’s sigh of relief. I laughed again and said, “Mr. Vittorio, Mrs. Vittorio would like to invite you out for some fresh air. Do you have time now?”

“Mm,” came Marco’s low hum through the phone.

“Is that a yes or a no?” I knew he meant yes, but I wanted to make him say more.

“Yes,”

After her failed attempt with me, Maria went to the mall to buy some skincare products. She had always been willing to spend on skincare.

Her body was her greatest asset, and she needed to maintain it well–investing heavily to preserve her youthful

appearance.

Others might not know the true state of the Rossi family’s finances, but to the outside world, they still appeared

glamorous.

Maria drove a Pagani–not the most luxurious car, but certainly not cheap. The superficial Rossi family needed to acquire certain possessions to maintain appearances in high society circles.

“Miss, you’re back,” the newly hired servant quickly took Maria’s shopping bags and added, “Dinner is ready, and the master has been waiting for you for quite some time.”

“I know,” Maria replied, maintaining a facade of approachability in front of the servants.

At the entrance, Maria changed her shoes and walked into the living room. Seeing Kane sitting there, she approached him and called softly, “Father.”

Kane stood up and, without warning, slapped Maria with such speed that she had no time to react.

SLAP!

With the loud sound of the slap, a clear handprint appeared on Maria’s face.

She held her stinging cheek, looking tearfully at the man who had struck her, her lips trembling: “Father, why did you hit

me?”

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Father, I’m your daughter….

“Daughter? Kane stapped Marie again, hitting and scolding her simultaneously, I’ve spent many rating you fee twenty years, sent you to study abroad, and you can’t even win back a man your once had. Do you think I have to swichi money to waste?

Father- Maria, already frail and weak, felt darkness overtake her after Kane’s repeated blows. She lost

When Maria opened her eyes again, she saw Gabriel sitting by her bedside.

“El–She had never imagined that the first person she’d see upon waking would be Gabriel. Her heart swelled with indescribable excitement.

She quickly sat up and grabbed Gabriel’s hand tightly, as if clutching a lifeline.

“You’re so weak. Just a few slaps and you were unconscious for hours, Gabriel remarked coldly, clearly not offering the warmth Maria had hoped for.

Maria bit her lip and asked cautiously, “Did you need something from me?”

Gabriel let out a cold laugh: “Marco doesn’t even want to look at you. What else would I need from you?”

“I…” Maria wanted to say more, but her heart was too bitter for words.

She had always known that in her father’s eyes, in Gabriel’s eyes, she was merely a tool to be used to seduce Marco.

Had she succeeded, she would have been celebrated as a hero, and no one would have dared to disrespect her. Perhaps they would have even treated her with reverence.

But now that she had failed to seduce Marco–as Gabriel said, Marco wouldn’t even look at her–her failure was complete and utterly humiliating.

“Maria…” Gabriel grabbed her chin forcefully, his eyes flashing with cruelty. “With your seductive figure, with a body that could drive men crazy, why couldn’t you attract Marco?”

“El, you’re hurting me,” Maria said tearfully, but her words evoked no sympathy from Gabriel.

“I’m hurting you? You have the nerve to talk about pain?” Gabriel grabbed Maria’s hair and yanked her up. “Go clean yourself up. I don’t care what methods you use, but you must make the Godfather cooperate with the Castro family!”

“El, let go first,” Maria pleaded. Thin and weak, she was lifted like a small chicken in Gabriel’s grip.

“You useless woman! You failed your task and still have the nerve to come back, Gabriel had completely lost his temper. With one hand gripping Maria’s hair, he delivered another hard slap with the other.

“Gabriel, have you gone mad? What right do you have to hit me?” Before, Gabriel might not have loved her, but at least he had never struck her. Today’s Gabriel seemed insane.

“You dare call me mad? I’ll show you madness.” Gabriel lifted his foot and delivered a vicious kick to Maria’s abdomen.

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The force of Gabriel’s kick made Maria dizzy again. It trak her a while to recover. From the corner of her end, Kane standing at the doorway.

Tather she instinctively called out for help, but Kane stood motionless, as if watching a comedy

This scene was all too familiar to Maria,

Her mother had endured such cruel domestic violence from her father for years, and Maria had always stood at the doorway, watching coldly, as if it were a farce, never once thinking of helping her mother

She never imagined that retribution would come so swiftly, without giving her any time to prepare.

Heh-

Maria wanted to cry out loud, and also to laugh bitterly at her own ignorance, her own uselessness, and why she hadn’t helped her mother back then.

If she had done something then, would she be in this situation now?

At this moment, she finally understood the pain her mother had experienced.

Even with someone who could help her right in front of her, her cries for help went unanswered.

Before this incident with Marco, Maria had believed her father loved her–not abundantly, but at least somewhat.

Her father often beat her mother severely, but he had never spoken harshly to Maria, always greeting her with a smile.

She had believed, deeply believed, that she was different from Alia and her mother in her father’s heart.

Now, to her sorrow, she discovered that in her father’s eyes, she might be worth even less than Alia, that “bastard.”

Why could Alia, that bastard, live so well?

Why did she get the love of an excellent man like Marco?

Why had heaven given all the good things to Alia, not leaving even a little for her?

Why could Alia escape the fate of being used by their father?

Why could Alia do it, but not her, Maria?

She was filled with such hatred!