Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 285

Chapter 285 Scandal Of The Year 

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“Are you sure about this?” Andrew Whitmore, Adam’s father, growled, his voice sharp with suspicion. “Because if you’re lying, you’ll regret it deeply,” he threatened, his piercing gaze fixed on Daniel. 

“No, sir, I am not lying. I have proof,” Daniel replied confidently, a smug smirk playing on his lips. 

He had taken photos secretly when Claire showed him the contract, trying to prove that her marriage to Adam wasn’t real. Those images were now his leverage. 

He handed his phone to Andrew, displaying the incriminating pictures. 

“I can’t believe this,” Linda, Adam’s mother, gasped, her face pale with disbelief. “First, that mother of two, Mia, and now a contract marriage with this gold digger? What is wrong with him? What will happen to my son’s future? How could he be so foolish when it comes to the women in his life?” she lamented, wringing her hands in distress. 

“Don’t worry, Linda,” Andrew said, his jaw clenching as a determined glint flashed in his eyes. “I’ll handle this. I’ll do whatever it takes to secure his future and set his life back on track.” 

Then, turning to Daniel, he asked coldly, “What do you want?” 

“Sir, I was planning to go to the press with this information,” Daniel said, feigning anguish with masterful precision. “Adam married my girlfriend. I love her deeply, and I want her back.” His voice wavered just enough to paint himself as the victim, ensuring Adam’s parents would fall for his charade. 

“You don’t need to go to the press,” Andrew said sharply, his tone decisive. “I’ll give you money, but you must keep your mouth shut.” Andrew’s mind raced. If the news of a fake marriage became public, his son’s career and reputation would be in jeopardy. As a father, he was determined to protect Adam at any cost. 

“Thank you, sir. I won’t go to the press, and I’ll delete the photos. I’ll forget everything… after ten million is transferred to my account,” Daniel said, his tone casual yet calculated. 

“Give me your account number,” Andrew replied instantly, ready to resolve the matter without delay. 

Daniel quickly provided his account details, his eyes gleaming with a wicked satisfaction. 

Andrew’s expression darkened as he spoke again, his voice like ice. “Now, I’m doubling the amount. But I want you to ensure that gold digger is out of my son’s life. Do whatever it takes, but Adam must remain unaffected.” 

“Consider it done, sir,” Daniel nodded eagerly, a sly grin tugging at his lips as a dangerous glint sparkled in his eyes. 

Claire was frustrated as Daniel kept pestering her to meet him. Though she had no desire to see his face, she decided to end things once and for all. Taking a cab, she disguised herself with a scarf and sunglasses. When she arrived at Daniel’s apartment, she rang the bell hastily, her heart pounding with annoyance. 

Daniel opened the door, a smug smile on his face, and stepped aside to let her in. 

Claire took a deep breath, stepping inside as she removed her scarf and sunglasses, her expression 

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Daniel closed the door behind her and turned, still smiling. 

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“What would you like to have, darling?” he asked politely, his voice dripping with false charm. 

“Daniel,” Claire exhaled sharply, trying to suppress her simmering anger. “I don’t have time for this, so let’s get it over with. I don’t owe you any money, so stop bothering me,” she spat, her tone laced with irritation. 

“Claire, I don’t want your money,” he said calmly, his demeanor unsettling. “I called you here to meet one last time before I leave your life for good. After today, I promise I’ll never bother you again.” 

Claire froze, stunned by his words. Was he being serious? She studied his face for any sign of deceit. 

“Do you really mean that?” she asked, lifting her eyebrows in disbelief, her tone cautious. 

“Yes, Claire. I’ve realized my mistakes, and I’ll let you go,” Daniel said softly, extending his arms toward her. “Can I ask for one last hug?” he sighed, his voice filled with feigned sincerity. 

Claire hesitated, her instincts screaming not to trust him. She stayed rooted to the spot, unsure of how to respond. 

“Please, just one hug,” Daniel pressed, his tone almost pleading. 

“Fine,” Claire murmured reluctantly, stepping closer to give her ex a brief goodbye hug. 

But as soon as she moved into his arms, the door burst open, slamming against the wall. Blinding camera flashes filled the room as a sea of people barged inside, shouting questions and capturing every moment. 

Stunned, Claire pushed Daniel away, but it was too late. The damage was done. The cameras had already captured the scene, and reporters were yelling over each other, asking salacious questions. 

She turned to Daniel, her eyes wide with betrayal, and saw the smug smile plastered on his face. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks–this had been his plan all along. He’d set her up. 

Claire instinctively covered her face, but the photographers had already taken all the pictures and footage they needed. Anger and humiliation burned through her as she turned back to Daniel, her voice trembling with fury. 

“You planned this?” Claire hissed, her voice trembling as she fought to hold back her tears. Her hands shook with a mix of anger and humiliation. 

“No, babe!” Daniel said, his tone laced with fake concern as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close in a mock attempt to shield her from the paparazzi. He turned toward the cameras with feigned sincerity. “Please don’t take photos of my girlfriend. Leave my house!” 

Claire’s stomach churned with disgust. The audacity of his words, calling her his girlfriend, only fueled her rage. With every ounce of strength she had, she shoved him away, breaking free from his hold. 

She 

spun around, her sole focus on escaping this nightmare, but her path was blocked. The media swarmed her like a wall, microphones and cameras thrust into her face, trapping her in the chaos.