Classic Novel
Chapter 132
Chapter 132 The Facade
""No!" Vittoria screamed, quickly covering her son's eyes.
"What have you done, Mom?" she cried. "He... he was your son, your your own blood!" She sobbed. wanting to run to her husband's lifeless body lying on the floor, surrounded by a pool of his own blood, but Alessandro's men held her back at his command. "Leave me! You got my husband killed-now let me see him one last time!" she bellowed at Alessandro.
"Vittoria, take Lorenzo to your room," Maria instructed, her voice firm. Vittoria glared at her mother-in-law in disbelief and disgust.
"Go to your room, Vittoria!" Maria's voice rose, her tone so cold it made Vittoria flinch. Breathing heavily with anger and hatred, Vittoria stared at Maria with tearful eyes filled with loathing before finally retreating to her room, taking Lorenzo with her.
"What have you done?" Alessandro bellowed, snatching the revolver back from Maria. He didn't want him to die so quickly and easily. Alessandro had planned to make him confess his sins and crimes, to reveal who else had betrayed the Mafia king while pretending to be his well-wishers. But Maria had ruined all of
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He deserved it," Maria's voice faltered, though her expression remained cold. "And I deserve this punishment for giving birth to such a son. What could be a more cruel redemption for me than to kill my own child with my own hands?" Maria said icily, her eyes fixed on nothing.
Alessandro was momentarily shocked to hear Maria. He didn't expect this from his stepmother. However he hadn't wanted Lorenzo to witness his father's death just as he had been forced to watch his mother die when he was very young. But most of all, he hadn't expected Maria to kill her own son. He was both confused and impressed, believing that Maria chose to side with justice and him.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.
"But you didn't have to do it. I didn't want you to go through this, Mother, Alessandro furrowed his brow, his voice filled with concern.
"Don't worry, son. I'm alright. I only lost one useless son and my other son is still alive," Maria replied with a weak smile as she gently caressed Alessandro's arm "You are the one who deserves to live." She lowered her eyes before continuing, her voice trembling with emotion. "I regret that I couldn't save Aria and your child back then," Maria murmured, tears welling up as she began to sob, her pain and remorse pouring out in the form of tears.
Alessandro wrapped his arm around her shoulder to comfort her.
"Don't blame yourself, Alessandro said softly as he guided her to the nearest sofa, motioning for his men to clear Enzo's body from the floor.
Maria nodded, sniffling, as Alessandro handed her a glass of water. The incident was still difficult for him To process. His hand itched with the urge to punish the bastard for what he had done to his wife. His vengeance felt incomplete. "Alessandro, can I ask one thing from you? Maria whispered, looking up at the Italian don through her wet eyelashes
"Of course, Alessandro replied, his brow furrowing slightly in concern.
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her voice trembling. "He was a bad man, but he was my son after all," she whispered as more tears streamed down her face. She looked at Alessandro with hope in her weary eyes.
Alessandro sighed, utterly conflicted about what to say. He was strict with his rules and had never shown mercy to anyone who betrayed him. But after his mother's death, Maria was the one he looked up to as a mother figure. He cared for her deeply. Though he was cold-hearted, he couldn't bring himself to hurt someone he cared about. Even if he was the one who had established the rule, he had the authority, and he could change it.
"As you say, mother," he agreed in his,signature indifferent tone.
Maria smiled through her tear-filled eyes, holding Alessandro's hand tightly as she urged, "I have one more request, Alessandro."
"Tell me, mother," he replied, straightening his back while fixing Maria with an intense gaze.
"I don't want the world to know how Enzo deceived his brother. I want him to go in peace and with respect," Maria demanded insistently.
"Mother, I can't promise you that," Alessandro refused curtly. "Everyone should know how he died and why he had to die," he declared fiercely, his tone leaving no room for compromise.
"Please, Alessandro," Maria pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. "He already got what he deserved for deceiving you. He had to die by his own mother's hand. But I don't want Vittoria and Lorenzo to suffer for his sins. They are innocent, and they will have to live with the tag of a traitor's wife and son if this information gets out." She implored, clutching the mafia king's hand desperately. Alessandro looked over at Lucas, who was watching him with an unreadable expression. Their eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them.
"Alright. Just for you, Mother," Alessandro agreed reluctantly, his voice carrying the weight of his decision.
"Thank you, son," Maria whispered, her lips trembling as she smiled and pulled Alessandro into a tight hug, burying her face in his chest. Alessandro sighed, embracing his stepmother and feeling her body tremble as she wept. But what he couldn't see was the vengeful expression that surfaced on Maria's face. No one saw it.
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