Chapter 133 Fair Or Unfair

The whole mansion was eerily silent, but a storm brewed inside Maria's heart. She abruptly got up from her bed and strode directly toward Vittoria's room. Standing before the door, she hesitated for a moment, then knocked and waited. A few seconds later, the soft click of the door unlocking signaled Vittoria's appearance. Vittoria glared at Maria with swollen, red eyes. Maria said nothing, simply walking past her and entering the room. Vittoria closed the door behind her, watching as Maria approached the bed where Lorenzo was sleeping. Maria's heart ached as she gazed at her grandson's innocent face—a replica of her late son. Tears welled up in her eyes. She had never expected this. It wasn’t part of her plan. She had committed countless sins to give her son the best life possible, and now, look at what had happened. Had she really killed him for one stupid mistake? “Why, Mom?!” Vittoria's voice cracked, filled with accusation. “Why did you kill your own son over that bastard Alessandro Valentino?” “What else could I have done?” Maria snapped, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and regret. “That foolish son of mine made a grave mistake, and his end was inevitable.” She paused, emotions flaring as she continued. “If I hadn't killed him, Alessandro would have given him a death so brutal that neither you nor I could have borne to see it. He is a monster. I gave my son a peaceful death and chose a good life for you and Lorenzo, Vittoria,” she added, slumping her hands to her sides in defeat. “But it's unfair, Mom!” Vittoria cried, her voice trembling with anger and grief. “It should be that bloody Alessandro who had to die, not my husband!” Maria studied Vittoria's tear-streaked face before pulling her daughter-in-law into a tight embrace, gently stroking her hair. “He will die,” Maria whispered with venomous certainty. “Trust me, I will give him a death so painful that he could never even imagine.” Vittoria pulled away, her face flushed with confusion and anger. “But how, Mom?” she challenged, her voice rising in desperation. “He's the invincible Alessandro Valentino! Haven't you seen what happened when Enzo tried to kill him? No one can kill him!” Maria’s eyes narrowed, a cold fire igniting within them. She gripped Vittoria's shoulders, forcing her to meet her steely gaze. “Don’t you dare think like that,” Maria hissed, her voice a venomous whisper. “No man is invincible, not even Alessandro Valentino. He may be powerful, but power can crumble, and strength can wither. I have seen more than you can imagine.” “Impossible!” Vittoria muttered, shaking her head as tears flowed freely. She had lost all hope after witnessing a mother kill her own son because of that mafia king. Maria’s expression hardened, her eyes turning as cold as ice. “Just wait for the right time,” she said, her voice a low, dangerous murmur. “Do as I say, and you and Lorenzo will keep everything Enzo inherited. Alessandro has no right to claim Enzo's inheritance; he's still childless. I will make sure he loses everything he has and dies in utter misery. I'll make him look like the murderer of his own stepbrother for power and wealth. He'll be thrown out of the Italian Mafia for breaking the very rule he created: no bloodshed for power among family.” Vittoria's eyes widened in disbelief. “Can we really do that alone?” she asked, her voice tinged with doubt. Maria's lips curled into a wicked smile, her eyes gleaming with malevolent intent. “I've done more than that alone and come this far,” she said, her voice dripping with dark pride. “But now, we're not alone. We have your family and people who are still loyal to me. Even Alessandro is on our side,” she confessed with a sly grin. “He doesn't know he's supporting his own death. When the time comes, he'll realize too late that he was the architect of his own downfall.” After a week, Enzo's funeral was held. With the threat finally resolved, Alessandro was determined to bring his wife back. He considered calling her many times, hovering over her name in his contacts—Vita Mia. But he decided against it, knowing she might be furious with him for avoiding her for so many days. She would likely be very upset about his failure to return her calls and might not even listen to him or give him a chance to apologize for all his mistakes. So, he resolved to meet her in person, to explain everything and confess his immense love for her.