Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Alia POV

My body instantly froze. Was Gabriel threatening me with my mother’s life?

How could he?

I was so angry that I forgot to struggle. I looked up at him, glaring with hatred in my eyes, as if I wanted to tear this shameless man to pieces.

But Gabriel didn’t care about my gaze at all. He continued smugly, “Alia, how much salary can Cortez Technologies give you in a month? And how much their headquarters earn in a year? That Vittorio can’t give you anything. Come back to me, and I promise you won’t have to work so hard every day.”

Huh… Did Gabriel really think that all women in the world could only survive by relying on him?

I wanted to slap this arrogant man hard enough that even his mother wouldn’t recognize him.

But thinking about my mother lying in the hospital and Marco’s safety, all my thoughts became pale and powerless.

Alia, come back to me. Let’s start over!” Gabriel forcefully pressed my head against his chest, speaking with deep emotion.

“Luca, escort Mrs. Vittorio back to the lounge.”

I was about to resist when I suddenly heard an ice–cold voice from behind me.

This voice was very familiar to me. How many times had this voice given me hope and warmed me when I was trapped in darkness?

But now, this voice was cold like an arrow piercing straight to the heart, its chill spreading uncontrollably, making one tremble involuntarily.

Startled, I pushed Gabriel away forcefully, escaping from his embrace. Looking up, I met Marco’s cold face.

Marco looked at me, his dark eyes reflecting no light, but beneath the surface, turbulent undercurrents raged.

I felt as if I would be swallowed by the dark tide in his eyes. I wanted to explain, but couldn’t utter a single word.

Luca immediately ran over: “Mrs. Vittorio, please come with me to the lounge.”

I didn’t move.

I stubbornly looked at Marco, wanting to convey my thoughts to him. I wanted to explain, to tell him the truth.

Since Marco appeared, our gazes had been fixed on each other, as if no one could intrude into our world.

Gabriel, who had been ignored for so long, finally couldn’t stand the atmosphere. He jumped in front of me: “Vittorio, if you’ve got the guts, come at me. What kind of ability is it to bully a woman?”

He shouted loudly, trying to get Marco’s attention.

But Marco didn’t even look at him, his gaze still fixed on me.

We stared at each other, yet neither could read the other.

‘Luca!” After a long while, Marco shouted angrily again.

Marco… I wanted to talk to Marco, but this time, he turned his head away, refusing to look at me.

There were people everywhere outside, and I didn’t want to argue with Marco here, nor did I want Gabriel to laugh at us. So I had to leave with Luca first, planning to find time to explain everything to Marco later.

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As soon as I left, Gabriel started laughing: “Vittorio, you’ve seen Alia’s attitude. She has me in her heart. Why force her to stay with you?”

Marco narrowed his eyes, looking coldly at Gabriel. Even without saying a word, Marco’s aura and presence far surpassed Gabriel’s.

Every time Gabriel saw Marco, he had the illusion that he would be devoured by him.

Just the CEO of a small company–why did he have such a powerful presence?

Gabriel couldn’t understand it at all.

Since he couldn’t match Marco’s aura, Gabriel decided to seize the initiative.

He said disdainfully, “Qin, if you divorce Alia, then our Castro family will take back our previous statements. Innovation and Starlight can continue f collaboration as before, and you can securely remain in your position as CEO.”

“And if I refuse?” After a moment, Marco’s lips curved slightly upward, delivering these light words with a smile, as casual as if he were just char

Those unfamiliar with Marco might think from his tone and expression that he was having a casual conversation. However, Julio, who had been by for over a decade, understood that their Godfather was truly angry.

side

For many years, few things had made Marco show such a slight smile.

Julio vaguely remembered that the last time was when Sabrina had been wronged, and Marco had smiled like this at the person who bullied her. That person seemed to have disappeared for a long time.

Gabriel, unaware, continued speaking arrogantly and proudly: “Alia and I grew up together, childhood sweethearts. We’ve loved each other for many years; neither of us can leave the other.”

Gabriel kept talking, completely unaware that the smile on Marco’s face was gradually disappearing.

After a long while, Marco finally said coldly, “So what?”

Alia was now his wife.

“Hehe… Gabriel still didn’t know his place. “So what? She only has me in her heart. Right now, she’s just temporarily angry with me. Once her anger subsides, she’ll naturally return to my side. It would be better for your face if you proposed divorce now rather than having her dump you later.”

Marco nodded, as if he had just understood the situation.

Gabriel thought victory was within reach, but then saw Marco suddenly smile again. That smile was like the early spring wind–seemingly gentle on the surface, but bone–chilling underneath.

“What if I’m unwilling?” Marco smiled as he looked at Gabriel, his eyes cold with a strange light falling on Gabriel.

‘You!” Marco’s change in attitude caught Gabriel off guard, making him feel like he’d punched cotton.

When had he ever been confronted like this since childhood? Just the CEO of a small company, how dare he be so ungrateful?

The anger in Gabriel’s heart could no longer be suppressed; it flared up instantly. He couldn’t help but step forward.

But before he could take a step, a sturdy man blocked his way.

Gabriel looked carefully and saw it was Marco’s follower, Julio. He couldn’t help but shout, “Get out of my way!”

But the man in front of him didn’t move an

ingh.

Julio, Marco suddenly spoke.

Mr. Vittorio, the man standing in front of Gabriel responded respectfully.

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Marco continued, “Please escort Mr. Castro out.”

“Yes.” As soon as Marco finished speaking, Julio immediately stepped forward. He first politely nodded to Gabriel, then said coldly, “Mr. Castro, you are not welcome here. Please leave.”

With that, Julio was about to escort Gabriel out.

But before Julio could touch Gabriel, Gabriel started cursing loudly: “Fuck, who the hell are you to make me leave? Who the fuck do you think you are?”

How could a mere CEO ask him to leave? Who did he think he was? Did he think he was the Godfather?

Gabriel had never suffered such humiliation before. He completely lost his rationality in anger. Suddenly, he raised his fist to strike–his movement rapid. But the person he aimed to hit wasn’t Julio, but Marco, who was standing motionless nearby.

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