Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro)

Chapter 82 Love Confession

"Wait a minute? Which picture and what party?" Alessandro frowned, trying to recall any recent public appearances with Vanessa captured by paparazzi. Hell, he hadn't been to a party since he met this beautiful. goddess by destiny.

Then it struck Alessandro as he remembered Maria's charity event. She had insisted he make an appearance at her event and the after party. That must have been when someone snapped a photo of him with Vanessa when she attempted to talk to him. But he had completely ignored her. He was furious that people thought it was acceptable to make his private life public and link his name with any woman for their own amusement. This was unacceptable, and the responsible parties would have to hear the consequences.

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"Baby," he cupped Mia's furious face in his large hand, lifting it slightly so she could see the honesty in his eyes.

But he was instantly mesmerized by her beautiful face so close to his. God, she was so gorgeous, and it felt surreal for someone to look so beautiful even when she was angry. He found himself lost in her deep hazel eyes. But when she narrowed them, Alessandro pulled himself out of the trance this beauty had created.

"I swear, it's a misunderstanding. I have never been with any other woman since you came into my life," he told her, desperation in his tone. He wanted her to believe him. Honestly, he had never been with another woman since he was married to Aria. Even when she was not with him, he loved her and only her, living with her memories.

"I don't believe you, pervert," Mia gritted her teeth, her voice sharp with anger.

Alessandro wanted so badly to smile at this jealous woman in his arms. His heart danced with happiness to realize she was jealous at the mere thought of him being with another woman. He enjoyed this possessive version of her, finding it endearing despite her fury. However, he knew she was too angry to admit it. But then it dawned on him: was this the reason she had accepted Adam Whitmore's marriage proposal?

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accept that I am a pervert," he whispered, brushing his nose tenderly against Mia's, "But only for you, baby doll. I want only you and no one else. You are mine, tesoro mio. Just as I am yours," he sighed, looking deep into her eyes.

"Why should I trust you? What if... What if you're lying again and just playing with me?" She blurted out her terrifying thoughts before she could stop herself. She bit her lip, feeling embarrassed for speaking her emotions aloud, and realization made her cheeks turn crimson. "Look into my eyes," he demanded, his gaze locking onto hers, reaching deep into her heart. "Do you see anyone else?"

Mia's lips parted in astonishment, and she stared without blinking, seeing her reflection in his eyes.

He took her hand and lifted it to place it on his chest, over his heart.

"Feel it, vita mia." Then he noticed the ring that had flashed on the television screen was not on her finger.

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Chapter 82 Love Confession

But to his surprise that bloody ring from the movie star was not there.

"You don't have that ring?!" he mumbled, lost in thought.

"Because I'm not a cheater like you, Mr. Valentino," Mi taunted fiercely. "I made a deal with you, couldn't accept Adam's proposal," she explained curtly,

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Alessandro's heart swelled with pride. His woman was not unfaithful, but she was the most loyal partner he could dream of. How could he be so lucky? He smirked smugly at the thought.

"Cuore mio, I never cheated on you. Please trust me," he begged.

"Give me a reason why I should believe you," Mia asked, her tone filled with mocking challenge.

Alessandro cradled her beautiful face in his large palms again, tilting it up as he lowered his head until it was only an inch away from hers. He smiled, and Mia was dazzled by his gorgeous face, unable to look away even for a heartbeat. Her heart thumped loudly, the sound echoing in her ears as the overwhelming proximity of this mafia man made her breath catch. He had a way of making her think and feel crazy things she never imagined.

"I love you and only you, amore," Alessandro confessed desperately. "I have always loved you and will love you until my last breath."

Mia wanted to smile at his confession. Butterflies danced in her stomach, and her heart felt complete and full hearing this ruthless mafia boss declare his love for her. But she masked her happiness and decided to tease him more.

"You can't be serious?! Otherwise, why would you still be wearing your wedding ring?" She grabbed his left hand and lifted it to eye level, showing Alessandro his wedding ring still tightly clinging to his finger.

"That's because I love my wife. I love you, baby," Alessandro reiterated with a very genuine smile, leaving Mia dumbfounded with shock.

Her heart raced with the thought. Had he recognized her? It couldn't be possible. He, like the rest of the world, believed that Aria had died in a plane crash. So perhaps he was only drawn to the similarity in appearance.

"So you love me because I look like your wife," Mia sighed hopelessly.

"No, I love you because..." Alessandro began to explain, but Mia cut him off.

"Why don't you understand, Alessandro? Love is a feeling you can't force yourself to feel. It happens on own, without you knowing it. Love isn't about physical appearance or a beautiful face; it's about the soul, it's about the heart. That's why it can't happen with someone who simply looks similar." Mia kept going on and on, not giving Alessandro a chance to speak, which frustrated him deeply. Every time he tried to prove his love, she refused to believe him. He didn't know what else he could do to make her believe.

"You talk too much, piccola!" Alessandro groaned, growing irritated. He silenced her by pressing his lips to

hers..

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