Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Her voice came through the receiver to my ear, still as charming and captivating as it was back then.

Alia…

I didn’t respond, and the person on the other end tried calling my name again.

Three years ago, when I found out that Maria was behind the vicious online exposure and harassment I endured, I told myself I no longer had a sister. My sister was dead to me.

Now, three years later, receiving a call from Maria, the resentment, hatred, and all the emotions I felt back then had somehow vanished.

Why should I punish myself for someone else’s mistakes?

That’s what I told myself.

“Alia, I want to talk to you about Mom.”

Hearing Maria suddenly mention our mother, and thinking of her lying sick in bed while I had ignored her for the past three years, I realized that compared to the things Mom couldn’t help doing to me, I, as her daughter, had been a bit too harsh.

“Tell me the time and place.”

In the end, I compromised. I needed to know how Mom was doing.

“I looked up some recommendations and heard there’s a great barbecue restaurant in Portano City. How about we meet there tomorrow at noon?”

Tomorrow is Saturday, and I’m off, so I agreed.

After hanging up the phone, I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself. The straps of my gown had been torn by Marco, and the butterflies on the skirt had also been ripped.

Thinking of the passionate moment with Marco just now, my cheeks burned hot.

Marco had gone to get clothes. Why hadn’t he returned yet?

Could I go out like this? If others saw me in this state, it would likely lead to more ugly rumors. I absolutely couldn’t go out looking like this.

There were no spare clothes here, so had to figure out a way to fix myself up and make sure no one could tell.

As a fashion designer, I often cut and tailored fabric during my design work. My hands–on skills were quite strong, so modifying this damaged gown should

be feasible.

I quickly came up with an idea.

I tied the small shawl into a bow and connected it to the strap, This not only hid the broken strap but also covered the hickeys Marco had left on my neck.

Hmm!

Looking at the modified gown, I was very satisfied/

After confirming that there was nothing inappropriate on me that could invite criticism, I opened the door to leave.

But I never expected that Marco was already standing at the door with an exquisite gown in hand. As I opened the door, our eyes met directly.

We looked at each other, neither of us speaking, unsure of what to say. The atmosphere was incredibly awkward.

Finally, I broke the silence first: “Marco, let’s go home.

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“Mm. He gave a soft hum, then took off his suit jacket and draped it over me.

Wasn’t this just covering up the obvious? I wanted to refuse but held back.

I am his wife, aren’t I? What just happened, I’ll just consider it him exercising his rights as a husband.

As I made excuses for myself in my mind, Marco had already led me to the car.

The driver, Salvatore, glanced quietly at the two silent figures in the back seat through the rearview mirror and cautiously asked, “Young Master, where to?

“Home, Marco replied faintly with just two words, then closed his eyes and leaned back in the seat.

On the surface, he appeared calm as ever, but inside, his emotions were a turbulent storm.

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