Revegenful Billionaire

Chapter 88 | Divorce Letter

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Alessandro returned to Rome five days later because he could no longer bear it. After all, his head was no longer too painful. Now, the most painful thing for him was the void because he had not met his wife and son for a long time.

When he arrived at Castello Ferrara, his grandparents greeted him warmly, as if they had not seen him for many years.

"I'm fine." Alessandro smiled calming the two of them.

Grandpa Alessandro looked angry. "I almost sent an army to kill Rocco Marinelli if Lombardi was late for a minute to send a message that you're okay."

Alessandro hugged his grandfather tightly. "Really not necessary. I'm fine."

"Initially we didn't believe that Giacomo was helping you. After all, he was Rocco's son." His grandmother said worriedly.

Alessandro laughed softly. "Giacomo is the son who is not recognized and gets nothing from Rocco other than humiliation. He was treated badly as a boy by Rocco, Nek."

Grandma Helena still had doubts. "But he was kind enough to hold Rocco in his base."

Alessandro kissed his grandmother on both cheeks. "And now he himself has ushered Rocco into prison."

Grandpa and Grandma Alessandro looked at each other. Alessandro knew they were still in doubt. Therefore, Alessandro said honestly. "It won't be long. Rocco will be out of jail in the near future because no charges can incriminate him. We must be careful when that time comes."

However, the most disturbing Alessandro is the reason behind all Rocco's actions so far. Rocco did bad things, but it was all based on wanting his daughters to get the best in his eyes.

Rocco and all the other fathers in Verona would have chosen Roberto Mancini over Alessandro at a time when Alessandro was still a gardener. Even if Alessandro was in Rocco's position, Alessandro would also want his daughter to be with someone like Roberto Mancini.

When he falls into poverty and becomes a fugitive, Rocco decides to run away. Because even if he was in prison, he would still not be able to protect his daughters on the streets. So Rocco went to Milan and begged Giacomo for help. Apparently, Giacomo was indeed secretly helping his younger siblings from afar. Make sure the three girls are safe from people who have bad intentions on them. Except Alessandro. Giacomo also admitted himself that he missed the night when Alessandro intended to fuck Carlotta for the first time.

"I can't protect him in close quarters. I've never had a family to protect." Giacomo confessed a lot to Alessandro as Alessandro lay in Giacomo's suite. "My enemies are many. I don't want them targeting my sisters. That's too dangerous."

Alessandro frowned upon hearing that. "Then why did you come out of your hiding place and decide to enter their lives?"

Giacomo looked at him sharply. "Who do you think it's because of?"

Alessandro raised his shoulders.

"You. Because of you." Giacomo says. "You got Carlotta pregnant. I don't want my niece to be born an illegitimate child like me. I would never let anything like that happen."

Alessandro. Her cheeks feel hot. "I think I should thank you for that. If it wasn't for your demands that I marry Carlotta, it would seem Carlotta intended to hide the fact that she would have my son from me forever."

Giacomo. "Oh. Yep. Thas right. In fact, you know, the reason Carlotta tried to keep the news from you was because she didn't want to trouble you. She doesn't want you to feel forced to marry her just because she's pregnant with your child."

Alessandro's mouth is open. "He really said that? Then, she really thinks I don't love her?"

Giacomo laughing. "No. She loves you too much to the point of fearing she and her baby will just burden you."

"Yes." Yeah." Giacomo answered with confidence.

Alessandro laughed while shaking his head. "But he and our son are the source of my happiness."

Giacomo smiled and patted Alessandro on the shoulder. "Then go after him and tell him that."

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Alessandro galloped to his room to search for the documents he had to bring for the trip to America. He knew his wife would not be there, but as soon as he opened the door, a feeling of emptiness haunted him. Room's empty. Walk in closet by Carlotta. The woman packed all her things. All the clothes, bags, jewelry, and other accessories she bought before becoming Alessandro's wife.

God fucking.

Alessandro felt uncertain. The man then walked to the right of the bed, the side usually occupied by Carlotta. On the nightstand beside the bed, there was an official brown envelope. When he opened it, Alessandro's heart grew hotter.

The divorce papers Carlotta filed with her. Sent from Roberto Mancini's law firm. Ill-mannered. Alessandro squeezed the paper in his hand to shapeless tangles, then swore in fast, hard Italian.

Not waiting for anything else, he immediately returned to the study and shouted furiously. "Lombardi! Prepare my private jet. I'm going to New York now!"

Lombardi moved quickly and efficiently, sticking his phone to his ear, contacting his men who were at the airport. Ferrara's hangar is always ready to fly whenever needed. So, Alessandro's impromptu request isn't a problem. But, suddenly Lombardi got a call coming in from one of his men at Alessandro's apartment in New York.

"Ciao? Lombardi's here." Lombardi picked up the call.

One woman said in slightly American-accented Italian. "Signor Lombardi, I'm Martha, receptionist at Signor Alessandro Ferrara's New York apartment."

Lombardi. "Speak, Martha. I'm listening."

"Can I speak directly to Signor Alessandro?"

Lombardi replied firmly. "No."

The woman across did not sound disappointed. His tone was cautious and calm. "It's about his wife, Mrs Carlotta Ferrara."

Lombardi glanced at Alessandro. "The receptionist of your apartment wants to talk directly to you about Mrs Carlotta, Signor." Lombardi pulled out his phone.

Alessandro snatched Lombardi's phone without waiting for anything else. "It's Alessandro. What's the news about my wife?"

The woman across there sounded relieved. "I saw your wife standing there standing outside this apartment building, Signor. Then, I took the initiative to offer her entry into your apartment. I hope it doesn't offend you, Signor. Forgive my sass. I don't know what happened between--"

"You're doing great." Alessandro cut impatiently. "Make sure he doesn't go anywhere until I come. If necessary, lock him up in my apartment. The key from the outside."

"But, Signor, we can't do that!" The receptionist objected. Making a seizure is a criminal offense. He's afraid.

Alessandro curses quietly. "Then, if he wants to get out, persuade him to go back inside. Just do it your way."

"Okay, Signor."

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