Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 416

Chapter 416 They Are Evil
"But Emma, what about...." Lana's voice quivered with a mix of uncertainty and suspicion, her eyes narrowed as she questioned Emma's true intentions. Deep down, Lana sensed that Emma might not assist her in seeking revenge against Sofia, and that thought troubled her greatly. Her doubt was evident in the way she hesitated before speaking.

Emma's face contorted into a scowl as she impatiently looked at Lana. She couldn't afford Lana's impulsive actions jeopardizing her well-laid plans. Emma felt a pang of fear, worried that Lana's impulsiveness might indeed ruin everything she had worked so hard for.

"Shut up, Lana, just keep your mouth shut," Emma scolded with a hint of irritation, causing Lana's expression to shift into a frown. She glared at Emma, offended by the harsh reprimand, but Emma simply brushed her off, unwilling to entertain any further distractions.

Then came Sofia's quiet yet resolute voice, tinged with sadness and confusion. "Emma, if you wanted the Empire, you could have just asked me. I would have willingly signed the papers. Why did you have to abduct me from my wedding? It was supposed to be my dream day, and you've ruined it," Sofia uttered, her emotions subdued but palpable. Emma's face contorted into a grimace as if trying to hold her ground against Sofia's emotional plea.

"Look, Sofia," Emma's tone grew more assertive, though she suppressed her true desire to lash out in frustration. "I don't have time for more drama. I won't ask you again, just sign the paper and finish all this. You can live peacefully with your husband and baby, and I will be happy to secure the Ricci Empire for my daughter." Emma's words were clear and direct, concealing the burning anger she felt towards Sofia.

Observing Sofia's transformation from the innocent girl she once knew to someone more cunning and clever, Emma couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment. She loathed having to resort to feigned concern and politeness to manipulate her stepdaughter. Emma longed to release her pent-up frustration through force and intimidation, but she knew it would only push Sofia further away.

Sofia, having endured Emma's torment since her childhood, had developed a resistance to such tactics. Emma recognized that she had to employ a different approach, resorting to playing an emotional card, even though it went against her true nature.

“So tell me, Sofia? Are you going to sign this or not? Because only this will decide you and your baby's fate. Whether you are going to die or not,” Emma made her proposition, her voice laced with a chilling determination.

Sofia's head snapped toward Emma, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. She looked at her stepmother as if she couldn't comprehend the heartless words that had just been spoken. Fear clawed at her, and her voice quivered as she attempted to find the strength to respond.

"No! You can't do this," Sofia's voice quivered with a mix of desperation and defiance, her words ringing out in protest against the cruel fate Emma had presented.

"Don't you dare to shout at me. Otherwise, you will regret doing that again," Emma warned with a cold and threatening tone, her patience finally worn thin. Her eyes glinted with a dangerous intensity, making it clear that she meant every word.

Sofia's voice trembled as she questioned Emma's motives, her tears flowing freely now, each drop laden with a sense of betrayal and confusion. "Why are you doing this, Emma? What have I ever done wrong to you? I have served you my entire life; now, you want me to die when I am out of your life. Why Emma? I know you won't leave me alive even if I sign this paper. I can see your killing spree in your eyes. I just want to know why you hate me so much," Sofia cried, her vulnerability laid bare before Emma.

Emma tried to shield herself from the emotional display, her face hardening with disdain for what she perceived as a theatrical performance. She rolled her eyes, dismissing Sofia's tears as insincere and manipulative. To Emma, it was all nonsense, an unnecessary hindrance to her plans.