Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Alis POV

Don’t play the victim in front of me. I’m not a man—I don’t fall for your act,‘ I said, feeling nothing but disgust looking at Maria’s face.

7 paused, then continued, Maria, I just want to tell you this: if you all think Gabriel is such a treasure and want to bear his children, then go ahead, just stop trying to sicken me with this. The only reason I agreed to meet you was to find out how Mother is doing.”

Mother, she… Maria swallowed the words she was about to say.

If she told me Mother’s actual condition, with my temperament, I would return to Montrano even if it were covered with traps.

Once returned to Montrano, our father would use every means to keep me there and reunite me with Gabriel.

Realizing this, Maria immediately changed her approach: “Mother is doing very well. She asked me to give you a message. She wants you to follow Father’s arrangements.

Maria understood perfectly where my weakness lay. I could disregard Father, but Mother would always have a place in my heart.

Of course, Mother had never actually said such things. Maria was deliberately distorting the truth to make me hate Mother too, eliminating any thought I might have of returning to Montrano.

“She… she really said that?” I recalled the scene from three years ago when Mother spoke through tears.

Yes, why wouldn’t Mother say that? Three years ago, didn’t she tell me to give in to my sister?

My heart suddenly ached. I had told myself I didn’t care, but I did care–it hurt.

During countless midnight awakenings, I would dream of Mother stroking my head, saying tenderly, “Alia is the most sensible one. Alia is Mother’s favorite.”

“Mother also asked me to tell you to control your temper, to let bygones be bygones, and not to hold grudges forever. After all, we’re sisters–what difference does it make which one of us has Gabriel’s children?” Maria spoke slowly, word by word, watching for every subtle change in my expression.

Seeing my eyes change, revealing grief that I couldn’t hide no matter how hard I tried, Maria knew she had succeeded.

At this moment, she pushed the bank card toward me again and continued, “Alia, I know your personality. I won’t force you to do something you don’t want to do. Take this card and go somewhere where no one can find you. Then you won’t be hurt anymore.”

No matter how she phrased it, Maria’s true goal was to make me leave Positano.

Three years ago, I was forced to leave Montrano in such a pathetic, humiliating way. Three years later, I wouldn’t let myself walk that same path again.

The person I am now can no longer be hurt by someone like Maria.

I smiled and said, “Five hundred thousand? You think five hundred thousand euros is enough to make me leave Positano? You’re underestimating me. If you really want me to leave, bring thirty million euros, and I’ll do as you say. I’ll go wherever you want me to go.”

“Alia, when did you become so greedy?” Maria looked shocked, as if this version of me had committed some unforgivable sin in her eyes.

“What did you expect me to be like? Still naive enough to fall into your trap and walk right into it? I mercilessly pointed out the things Maria had done.

Not giving Maria a chance to speak, I continued, “Miss Maria, you don’t need to worry about Gabriel and me. Let me tell you, I’m already married. My husband is waiting for me outside. I’ll be going/now.”

With that, I picked up my bag and left, not even glancing at the so–called favorite dishes Maria had ordered for me.

No matter how much I might like a dish, sitting with someone I despise would ruin my appetite.

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Chapter 89

The reverse is also true even the most unpalatable food can be enjoyed when shared with someone you love.

You’re married?

Maria was stunned for quite some time. When she finally came to her senses, she rushed to the window.

She saw me walking toward a man who took my bag and then gently patted my head.

I smiled at him and adjusted the scarf around his neck.

Matching couple scarves!

Maria had to admit that when she first saw me, I had clearly tempered my former temperament, but I was even more captivating now.

Every gesture I made conveyed that I had been doing very well these past three years.

Could all this happiness be because of this man?

She watched as the man put his arm around my waist as we walked away together.

The man’s silhouette seemed familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before. Could it be someone she knew?

“Marco, where are you taking me shopping?”

Marco had been holding my hand and walking for a long time without saying a word about our destination. I couldn’t stand the suspense anymore and had to ask.

“I’m taking you to a place all women want to go,” Marco replied gently, turning his head to look at me.

Although it was winter, the temperature in Positano wasn’t very cold. Today the sunshine was perfect for going out.

“The shopping plaza?” I accurately guessed Marco’s destination.

It seems the saying that all women love shopping really is true.

Just ahead was Positano’s most famous pedestrian street, with a dazzling array of goods and various specialty snacks.

If you could think of it, you could find it here.

The key feature of this shopping district was that it offered items at all price points–high, medium, and low–truly a one–stop shopping experience.

I didn’t actually need to buy anything, but what woman goes shopping with the genuine intention to purchase? It’s just about the experience.

Since the usually aloof CEO Mr. Marco was willing to set aside his weekend to accompany me, I certainly had no reason to refuse.

Whenever Marco came to Positano, he would arrive quickly and leave just as fast. He had been here many times but wasn’t familiar with the area.

More importantly, as a busy person, he never had time to wander around, so he had Luca prepare a simple dating itinerary for him.

What to do first, what to do second…

Luca had handed Marco the entire day’s schedule in the form of a report.

Marco thought it perfectly reasonable to have Luca prepare such a report for him, never noticing the smile on Luca’s face as he compiled it.