Chapter 157 Masked Bitterness #Finished


    "Mia Peterson?! What are you doing here? I thought you lived in Paris," Ma said, ncing at Vittoria standing beside her. Mia didn''t recognize Vittoria, as Enzo had married her after Aria''s escape.


    Mia was trying to figure out how to exin to her stepmother-inw that she was Aria, Alessandro''s wife.All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Before she could speak. Matteo cut in, "Maria, what brings you here?"


    Maria looked momentarily surprised but quicklyposed herself. "I heard Alessandro was shot and inf Monaco, so I came to see him." Matteo frowned but nodded in acknowledgment.


    "What happened to Alessandro, and what are you all doing here?" Maria asked, her gaze shifting suspiciously between Mia and Matteo.. "Maria, Alessandro''s wife, Aria, is alive," Matteo announced, causing Maria and Vittoria''s faces to turn pale


    with shock.


    "What. What are you saying? H... How is that possible? We all saw her flight was crashed," Maria stammered. her voice trembling.


    She couldn''t fathom that all her ns might be falling apart. Bitterness surged through her, and she silently cursed Alessandro to rot in hell as she red at Mia. Mia shifted ufortably under the weight of Maria''s intense, hate-filled gaze.


    "Mia is Aria," Matteo rified. Maria was taken aback, her eyes widening in disbelief. Her fists clenched at her sides as she struggled to process the revtion.


    "Aria!" Maria gasped, her eyes widening in shock as she stared at Mia.


    Her initial suspicion was correct, but she had been so confident in her n that she refused to believe it. She couldn''t let this woman jeopardize everything she had worked for to get revenge on the Italian don.


    "She can''t be Aria?!" Vittoria eximed, shaking Maria out of her stupor.


    "Everyone knows she''s Mia Peterson, the renowned interior designer. She decorated one of Alessandro''s. mansions. When she learned that Alessandro had a wife who looked just like her, she decided to exploit the resemnce. But I''m not falling for her lies," Maria dered with a fierce determination.


    Mia''s brow furrowed at the usation that Vittoria was making, branding her as an imposter. Although she felt no need to prove her identity, she couldn''t bear being falsely med for something she hadn''t done.


    Maria regained herposure as she considered Vittoria''s suggestion.


    "Yes, we can''t just take anyone''s word that she''s Aria," Maria said, her toneced with skepticism. "Many women are after Alessandro''s wealth. What if she''s here just for the money?" She shot a disdainful look at Mia. "I''m afraid she might be the one behind the attack on Alessandro and responsible for his current condition."


    Mia frowned with annoyance. She was indeed responsible for Alessandro''s condition, but only because he had taken the bullet meant for her. But she would never wish harm upon the Italian don. Overwhelmed by the usations, she struggled to keep herposure. Before she could respond. Matteo intervened.


    Chapter 157 Masked Bitterness


    Finished


    "Enough!" Matteo shouted. "Can''t you see that she''s in no better shape? She has a fractured hand. And yes, Alessandro''s condition is because of Aria-because he was saving her." He red between the two women, his frustration evident.


    "She doesn''t need Alessandro''s money-she''s even richer than him," Matteo announced, causing Maria. and Vittoria''s eyes to widen in shock. "She''s the heiress of the Montecarlo family," he dered with pride. He was well aware of Mia''s immense wealth as both the heiress and a renowned interior designer. She didn''t need anyone''s money or a man by her side when she had more than enough of her own.


    Hearing that Aria was the lost heiress, Maria and Vittoria''s hearts burned with jealousy, and they gritted their teeth, plotting how to get her out of the picture.


    "But, but I heard there''s very little chance of Alessandro surviving," Maria quickly shifted her expression to one of deep sorrow, her voice trembling with false grief while secretly delighting in the news that Alessandro might die.


    "Nothing is going to happen to him," Mia dered with determination. "He can''t leave me like this. He has to wake up." Her faith in their love remained unshaken, and she couldn''t bear the thought of Alessandro leaving her after everything they''d been through.


    "You don''t need to worry about our family matters, you bitch. Whether Alessandro wakes up or not, we''ll handle it. Even if you''re iming to be his wife, you have no right to be involved," Vittoria sneered, casting a mocking nce at Mia. "Suddenly, after six years and having plenty of time with other men, you remember you have a husband? Get lost, you whore, and leave him alone."


    Mia was taken aback by Vittoria''s harsh words. Who was she? Mia still couldn''t understand.


    However, Matteo''s frustration was palpable. He couldn''t stand seeing Mia being insulted like this. As his best friend''s wife, the love of Alessandro''s life, she deserved more respect. Unable to remain silent, Matteo took matters into his own hands.


    "You can''t tell her to leave, but you need to face the truth and step back from the inheritance," he said. firmly. "Alessandro has children, and they are the rightful heirs to the Valentino empire and business." Maria and Vittoria were left stunned, struggling to process the revtion.


    Before they could process this information and react, Lucas came running, his face pale and his expression filled with panic.


    "Mrs. Valentino, Mr. Vinci," he panted, out of breath from running. "You need toe to the boss''s ICU. His condition has suddenly worsened."


    Mia''s eyes widened in shock as she nced at Matteo, then immediately sprinted toward the elevator, ignoring the pain in her fractured hand. Matteo followed close behind, with Lucas apanying him. Meanwhile, Vittoria and Maria stood there with sinister smiles on their lips, realizing that this might be the end for the Italian don.


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