Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296 A Duchess In Peril
“You can’t take her like this! She’s pregnant,” Aria protested, stepping forward to block the officers’ path.

“Ma’am, please don’t interfere with police proceedings,” one of the officers warned sternly. His tone prompted Alessandro to step up beside his wife.

“My wife is right,” Alessandro said authoritatively. “You can’t take the Duchess like this without proper justification. What’s the reason for this arrest?” he demanded, his voice firm and unwavering.

The officer hesitated for a moment, recognizing him. “Mr. Valentino, Ms. Martin has pressed charges against Her Grace for attempted murder. She claims she was pushed down the stairs,” the officer explained politely. “We’re required to take Her Grace to the Poste de Police for legal formalities.”

Alessandro took a deep breath, processing the situation. This wasn’t his territory, and he knew his influence was limited here, especially since the Duke himself seemed indifferent to his wife being taken away.

Turning to Aria, he gently took her hands, his tone reassuring. “Don’t worry, I’ll go with Hazel and ensure she’s safe. Everything will be fine,” he promised, trying to ease her growing concern.

“I’ll come too,” Aria insisted firmly, determination flashing in her eyes.

Alessandro glanced at their daughter in Aria’s arms, then at Gia and Maximo, who stood nearby, their young faces etched with worry.

“Amore mio, stay here and comfort your mother,” he said softly, his tone laced with understanding. “I’ll handle everything and bring Hazel back soon,” he promised, brushing a reassuring hand against her arm.

Aria nodded reluctantly, her heart heavy with unease. She watched helplessly as the police led Hazel away, Alessandro trailing closely behind, keeping his promise.

Camille collapsed onto the couch, her sobs muffled as she buried her face in her hands.

Anger surged within Aria. Her eyes narrowed, and she stormed toward her brother, her voice trembling with fury. “How could you let this happen to your pregnant wife, Alexander?” she snapped, her glare sharp and accusing.

Alexander met her gaze, his expression cold and unyielding. “It’s not my decision,” he said flatly. “Chloe demanded an apology or said she would involve the police. Hazel refused to apologize, and Chloe followed through. This wouldn’t have happened if Hazel had just apologized.”

Her sobs grew louder, each one punctuated by a tearful accusation. “Alexander, you promised me! You swore you’d give me my rights when you convinced me to let you marry that filthy woman!”

Aria, standing nearby, was seething. Watching her brother remain silent as his mistress spewed venom about his wife made her blood boil. She couldn’t hold back any longer.

“She is the Duchess, Chloe,” Aria snapped, her tone icy and full of authority. “If you continue to speak ill of her, you’ll face the legal consequences of your disrespect.”

She was done with Chloe’s dramatics and wasn’t about to let her get away with disrespecting her sister-in-law.

Before the argument could escalate further, Alexander’s voice thundered through the room, cutting through the tension. “Enough! Both of you!” He glared at them both, his tone final. “Chloe, go to your room. The doctor has advised you to rest. And Mia,” he turned to his sister, his expression softening just a little, “your room is prepared. Take the kids to your room—they’ll be tired. I’m instructing the chef to make something for them.”

Without waiting for a response, Alexander turned and walked toward the kitchen, almost as if running from the messy situation between the women he truly cared for.