Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78

Alia POV

“Kid, long time no see!” A middle–aged man who appeared to be around fifty approached Marco, greeting him while patting his shoulder with obvious familiarity.

“Hello, Uncle Carlos!” Marco nodded slightly, responding politely.

The two exchanged a few brief words, seemingly about Marco’s mother.

I couldn’t help but perk up my ears, wanting to learn more about Marco’s family affairs. Unfortunately, throughout the short conversation, Uncle Carlos most of the talking, while Marco only offered a few simple responses.

Marco truly seemed to be a man of few words, especially in public social settings. When he was with me, he tended to speak a bit more.

Alia couldn’t help but wonder, was it because she talked too much, forcing him to reluctantly say more?

“And who is this?”

Uncle Carlos suddenly shifted his attention to me. I smiled politely, just thinking about how to respond, when I heard Marco say, “My wife.

“You… you got married? How come I never heard about this?” Uncle Carlos was quite surprised.

Compared to Uncle Carlos’s surprise, hearing Marco introduce me this way sent a flutter through my heart–I was delighted, yet anxious.

This Uncle Carlos clearly knew Marco’s family…

Did this mean he was informing his relatives about their relationship in advance?

But would Marco’s family like me? Could we… really make it all the way together?

“Not bad, kid. The girl is beautiful. But with you getting married so suddenly, your grandfather doesn’t know, right? Haha, he’s always wanted you to marry Sabrina…”

“Uncle Carlos, Marco suddenly interrupted, his voice noticeably more stern than before. “I have matters to attend to. I must go now.”

Before he finished speaking, Marco quickly pulled me away.

But I had already clearly heard Uncle Carlos’s words.

Marry… Sabrina.

What did that mean?

Before I could ask, several other men approached Marco to greet him. But I no longer had the heart to listen to what they were saying. The three words.

marry Sabrina echoed in my mind like a spell, reverberating and refusing to fade.

“Mr. Vittorio, they’ve been waiting for you inside for a long time, Giulio came over after a while to say.

Marco nodded, then turned to look at me, only to find me lost in thought. He asked, “What’s wrong?”

I snapped back to reality, quickly shaking my head and forcing a smile. “Nothing.”

Marco frowned, as if not believing my answer. He looked down at my feet, but couldn’t see them because of my long dress.

He looked up and said softly, “Your high heels must be tiring after wearing them for so long. There’s a rest area over there; go sit down for a while.”

Marco’s attitude was gentle and considerate. In his deep, dark eyes, I couldn’t detect a hint of deception or falsehood.

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I couldn’t help feeling annoyed with myself for doubting everything because of a single comment. Hadn’t he already married me? What was there to doubt?

With that thought, I nodded and smiled at him. I’m not a child anymore; I can take care of myself. Go ahead with your business.”

To be honest, I didn’t want to become too dependent on Marco.

If Marco were to leave me now, what would I do?

When a woman becomes too dependent on a man, she gradually loses herself.

My family was the most typical example.

They say when my mother married into the Rossi family, her relationship with my father was quite good. But later, because my mother lacked her own opinions, things slowly deteriorated into what they became.

When I was very young, I often saw my mother hiding in her room, silently crying. At that time, I vowed that when I grew up, I would protect my mo and sister.

But those I wanted to protect eventually abandoned me so heartlessly, as if they had never cared.

I very much disliked thinking about the unpleasant past, but for some reason, I’d been thinking about it a lot lately.

Watching Marco’s retreating figure, I silently clenched my fists.

I didn’t want to be bound by the past. Now, I was married. I had a husband.

The gala continued, with music and neon lights alternating, and the sound of conversation never ceasing–quite lively indeed.

This circle of celebrities wasn’t that large; everyone knew each other. My appearance, as someone unknown, caused a stir only when I entered the venue

with Marco.

After Marco left, some people cast curious glances my way, observing from a distance, but no one approached to chat.

Tonight, we weren’t the most striking couple, as the true protagonist should have been the legendary head of the Black Hawk family, Mr. Vittorio, who had yet to make an appearance–quite mysterious indeed.

Undisturbed, I went to the lounge and sat down. As soon as I did, a staff member brought over snacks and tea: “Mrs. Vittorio, these were prepared for you at Mr. Vittorio’s request. Please enjoy.”

I nodded with a smile: “Thank you!”

It seemed Marco had been concerned that I hadn’t e eaten dinner and had quickly arranged for snacks to be sent over.

It was already past nine in the evening, and my stomach was indeed hungry. I couldn’t resist taking a piece of the snack and putting it in my mouth.

Mmm, the snack tasted delicious–crispy, sweet, and aromatic.

I took another piece and had just taken a bite when comeone sat down across from me: “Alia, our fate is truly intertwined. I didn’t expect to meet you here as well. Or did you come specifically for me?”

“You… why are you here?” Seeing Gabriel suddenly appear, I couldn’t help but frown. The snack that had tasted so delicious just moments ago instantly became difficult to swallow.

Gabriel smiled lightly, his gaze arrogant and contemptuous: “Shouldn’t I be the one asking why you’re here?”

I found Gabriel’s smile extremely irritating, but I couldn’t find a reason to refute him–his presence here wasn’t surprising: the Castro family was considered part of the elite circle, while I was merely a small employee at Cortez Technologies.

However, I had no desire to interact with this man. The man before me was the last person I wanted to see in my life. He was like a malignant tumor: contact with him would only bring disaster.

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I didn’t want to deal with this man anymore and stood up to leave, but Gabriel grabbed my arm: “Alia, sit down. I want to talk to you.”

Gabriel deliberately raised his voice, and immediately, the surrounding gazes turned toward us. Once again, I became the center of attention.

Not wanting to make a scene, I obediently sat down and said coldly, “Gabriel, I have nothing to say to you. Please stop disrupting my life.”

Hearing this, Gabriel smiled. He suddenly stood up, looking down at Alia, and then put on what he thought was a handsome smile, saying, “But I do. Come

with me.”

That smile, arrogant and sleazy, made me feel sick.

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