Chapter 138 She Is My Wife

Mia was stunned. It all made sense now. He had always known. He never believed her denials, never doubted that she was his wife. Every time he called her that in those intimate moments, it wasn't by chance. He did it on purpose because he knew exactly who she was—Aria, his wife. Her head spun, and she felt herself teetering on the edge of collapse. Alessandro noticed instantly. He lunged forward, catching her just in time as her knees buckled. "Are you okay, baby?" he asked, his voice laced with impatience and concern. But before she could respond, Alexander rushed over, fury in his eyes. "Let go of her, you jerk," he snapped, pulling Mia from Alessandro's grasp. "She is my wife, dammit," Alessandro snarled through clenched teeth, his fury barely contained. "Wife?!" Mia's frustration boiled over as she steadied herself on her feet, shrugging off her brother's hands to stand face-to-face with her mafia husband. "Do you think a wife is some toy you can play with when it suits you, and then just toss aside when you're bored? Not even bothering to tell her that you don't want her anymore?" she shouted, her voice filled with anger, making Alessandro curse under his breath. "That's not true, baby. I didn't respond to your calls and messages because I was deliberately avoiding you," Alessandro explained, his tone strained. Mia scoffed. "See! I was right." She threw one last disgusted glance at him before turning to leave again, but Alessandro grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. "No, don't go! Let me finish before you jump to conclusions," he urged, his voice desperate. "What else is there to explain, Alessandro, when you've admitted you were intentionally avoiding me?" Mia snapped back. "I still don't get why you're here." Then a thought flashed through her mind. "Are you here for Gia and Maximo?" she glared at her mafia husband. "Listen very carefully. They are my children, and you have nothing to do with them." Mia was so enraged that she didn't realize she was threatening the most dangerous man in Italy. She glared at him, finger pointing and waving in warning. The Italian don might be ruthless and cold-hearted to the world, but this woman—his wife—had him wrapped around her little finger, and she didn't even know it. Only she had the power to threaten him like this because the mafia king feared no one but his wife. "First of all, I'm here for you, cuore mio," Alessandro said in a tender tone that left everyone present in shock. It was hard to believe that the bloodthirsty, merciless don could speak so sweetly. He lifted his hand to touch Mia's cheek, but she pulled back, turning her face away to avoid his touch. Alessandro sighed, subtly shaking his head. "Secondly, Gia and Maximo are my children, and no amount of denial will change that," he challenged his stubborn wife. Fury made Mia's eyes burn with unshed tears, and the pain caused her lips to tremble as she fired back. "Now you want to claim them as your children?!" she shouted, her voice heavy and shaking with anger and the weight of painful memories. "Where was this father when you sent those goons to kill me while I was pregnant with your children?! Let me remind you," her tone mocked. "You were partying with those sultry women and your vile friend Vincenzo while I was fighting for my life and our unborn babies from the killers you sent to murder me," she sobbed, her patience finally breaking as she crumbled in that moment. Alessandro's heart filled with remorse as he watched his wife cry, blaming him for that terrible night six years ago. The mere thought of it still sent shivers down his spine—if Aria hadn't been so smart and strong, he would have lost her and their children forever. Enzo had crafted a foolproof plan to kill Alessandro's family in one brutal stroke. Alessandro moved swiftly, intending to take Aria in his arms and tell her the truth, to finally coax her into understanding. But before he could touch her, a heavy punch landed on his face. "You tried to kill my sister and her children?!" Alexander shouted, throwing another punch at Alessandro, then another and another. Alessandro's men rushed to intervene, but he raised a hand, stopping them. He wanted Alexander to hit him. He deserved it—for failing to protect his wife and unborn children, for putting their lives in danger because of his stupid ego and selfishness. Perhaps if he took the beating he deserved, Aria could find it in her heart to forgive him. "I'll kill you, you bloody asshole!" Alexander roared, relentlessly beating the Italian don with his fists and feet. Mia gasped in horror, covering her mouth as she watched blood oozing from Alessandro's mouth, his face battered and cut in multiple places. He lay on the ground in a miserable state, but Alexander didn't stop. In his mind, Alessandro deserved to die. Mia tried to steel her heart, but as the next kick landed on Alessandro's stomach and he spat blood, her resolve shattered. She rushed forward, grabbing Alexander to hold him back before he could truly kill her mafia husband. "Stop, Alexander! He'll die!" she screamed.