Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Alia POV

This charity gala was being held at the Purple Gold Mountain Estate In Portano City.

Purple Gold Mountain wasn’t large, but the scenery was breathtaking, embodying the saying: spring has its flowers, autumn has its moon, summer has cool breezes, and winter has snow. Each season offered distinct beauty, making it a unique landscape in the bustling city of Portano.

However, this mountain wasn’t originally called Purple Gold.

Legend has it that decades ago, the previous heir of the Black Hawk family met the daughter of the Altoria family here.

Amid a sea of peach blossoms in full bloom, Veronica Altoria, the eldest daughter of the Altoria family in the prime of her youth, stood amidst the flower and smiled radiantly, instantly capturing the heart of the Black Hawk heir.

Later, the Black Hawk heir purchased the mountain and renamed it Purple Gold Mountain. He then built an exquisitely elegant estate villa on the moun as a testament to their love.

Unfortunately, the couple later moved to America, and because Veronica’s health was poor, they rarely returned.

However, their son Vittorio, considerate of his parents‘ concern about the house being empty, would host charity galas on this mountain where his parents met whenever he returned to Portano City, as a way to pray for his parents‘ blessings.

Such a renowned charity gala naturally invited social elites, but not just anyone could attend. Each guest was carefully screened before being allowed to attend.

Therefore, those who could participate in this gala felt incredibly honored, as it was also an affirmation of their social status.

However, occasionally there were uninvited individuals who tried to sneak into the gala, like Gabriel, who was currently maneuvering through the party.

Gabriel hadn’t received an invitation. To attend this gala, he had to spend a considerable amount of money and shamelessly beg numerous people just to obtain a thin invitation card.

Having finally infiltrated Portano City’s upper echelon, Gabriel naturally didn’t miss the opportunity. He would proactively approach anyone who arrived to chat, acting as if this were the Castro family’s own event.

Therefore, when Marco and I arrived at the gala, Gabriel, who was busy networking among the crowd, spotted us immediately.

Marco and I arrived fashionably late, halfway through the gala, but as soon as we entered the venue, everyone–whether they were conversing, flirting, or drinking–turned to look at us. For a second or two, the venue fell silent, followed by a collective murmur of admiration.

No elaborate words could adequately describe the stunning impression we made on everyone

Marco was tall and handsome, impeccably dressed in a suit, with a noble and composed demeanor. His entrance alone subdued the entire room’s bustling atmosphere, as if a king had arrived.

By his side was 1, delicate as a little bird.

I held Marco’s arm, my features subtle yet captivating. I smiled gently, my eyes soft and luminous. My upswept hair was adorned with an exquisite diamond butterfly, and the Dream Love evening gown accentuated my beauty, making me appear like a flower in full bloom.

We entered the venue hand in hand, occasionally glancing at each other–he with tender determination, I with contented security–as if, with one look, we possessed the entire world.

Everyone couldn’t help but admire what a divine couple we made,

Gabriel had to admit this as well. He had always thought I was beautiful, with a beauty like a mountain stream, flowing melodiously and endlessly. But he didn’t know that I could be breathtakingly, despairingly beautiful like today, enough to make butterflies follow me to their deaths.

Chapter 77

And Marco beside me, with his understated yet profound presence, perfectly overshadowed every man present.

Unconsciously, Gabriel’s hand gripping his wine glass tightened until his knuckles turned white. He even wanted to rush over and snatch me bark, to for everyone know that this woman belonged to him.

The noisy gala venue seemed to fall silent in an instant. Gabriel could no longer hear any sound; his rage–reddened eyes could only see Mares and me

Every smile and gesture I shared with Marco now appeared so glating to him, as if silently mocking him.

No, he couldn’t remain passive anymore. He had to take action, to make that Vittorio look bad.

There was no better time than now. Tonight, he would make that Vittorio understand that this high society circle was absolutely not a place where a mere CEO of Cortez Technologies could enter.

Gabriel raised his glass and downed the red wine in one gulp, then turned to find a hidden spot, disappearing into the darkness, waiting for an opportar to strike.

After leaving Monterano, I had never attended such a charity gala again. Now, suddenly facing such an elegant venue and various high–society figures, I fe somewhat nervous.

Many years ago, I had also attended so–called high–society galas, but back then I went with my father, and the gowns were prepared by him without any consideration for my preferences.

My father took me to such events with only one purpose: he hoped I could meet more people from high society, so that even if something went wrong with Gabriel, the Rossi family would still have other options.

So, even though I was his daughter, when selecting gowns, the rule was to reveal as much as possible. As if afraid those wealthy individuals wouldn’t notice

1. me.

It was precisely because of such incidents that when that event occurred later, the socialites of Monterano even posted photos of me attending galas to make their point.

They said things like, “The second daughter of the Rossi family has always been that type of woman, seducing men by exposing her body, and in the end, even trying to steal her soon–to–be brother–in–law.”

At that time, I had resisted, but whenever I did, my father would curse loudly and even physically abuse my frail mother, each time beating her until she was covered in bruises.

And my mother, with her timid personality, would only weep silently. She didn’t dare to struggle, to resist, or even to beg aloud,

So I struggled, 1 resisted, I begged, I tried every method to stop my father, but with my father relying on the backing of the Castro family, he acted with impunity, and each attempt only resulted in more severe punishment.

I couldn’t save my mother.

This situation only began to change when I established a relationship with Gabriel, and my father started to restrain himself. Back then, I foolishly thought Gabriel was my hero…

At this moment, I couldn’t help but glance at Marco beside me.

Under the gala lights, Marco’s eyes shone with a dazzling light, making him appear even more radiant and striking.

Marco, would you be my hero?

As if senting my gaze, a warm, strong hand gently encircled my waist, drawing me closer to him.

Marco turned his head, looking at me tenderly, and softly said, “Alia, I’m here.