Chapter twenty three Lyla Arrives

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• Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad    Chapter Eighty One

  Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the spacious bedroom. Aria stepped out of the bathroom with a towel draped over her shoulders, her hair damp and cascading down her back. She walked over to the closet, pulled out a soft, lilac-colored short gown, and began to get dressed. As she slipped into the gown, she reached for the tie at the back, trying to secure it. Her fingers fumbled, barely grazing the ribbon. She tried again—unsuccessfully. Frustrated, she sighed under her breath. Damian, who was seated on the edge of the bed with his laptop balanced on his thighs, glanced up when he noticed her struggling. He set the laptop aside, stood up, and walked toward her without saying a word. Aria flinched slightly when she felt his fingers on her back, but she didn’t move. Her body tensed, her eyes staring ahead at her reflection in the mirror. Damian gently took hold of the ribbon and tied it into a neat bow. But just as he finished, his hands linge

• Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad    Chapter eighty

  Aria stared at Damian, waiting for him to say more. Her mind raced with questions, possibilities, and fear. What did he mean he was doing it for her? How could letting Lyla back into their lives be for her? Damian turned away from her and raked his fingers through his hair, pacing the room. "You don’t understand, Aria. It’s complicated." "Then make me understand!" she snapped, her voice rising with raw emotion. "Help me see the logic in your actions, because right now, all I see is betrayal." "I’m trying to protect you," he said, his voice lower now, more controlled. "Protect me from what? Lyla? Because inviting her here seems like the opposite of protection." "It’s not what you think." "Then what is it, Damian?" She stepped in front of him, blocking his path. "Why can’t you just tell me the truth? You keep saying you're protecting me, but all you're doing is hurting me." Damian clenched his jaw, struggling to maintain control. His silence spoke volumes. "You still won’t tell

• Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad    Chapter seventy nine

  The morning sun filtered gently through the dining room curtains, casting a warm glow over the large breakfast table where everyone was seated, Lyla, Aria, Fiona, Marco, and Damian. The clinking of cutlery against porcelain filled the silence as they all quietly ate. Aria sat rigidly, her eyes fixed on Lyla. Her spoon hovered mid-air for a moment before she suddenly dropped it with a sharp clatter. Everyone turned to look at her. Aria leaned forward slightly, her gaze still locked on Lyla. "Tell me something, Lyla," she said calmly but coldly. "What exactly did you say to Damian that made him accept you back into this house?" The room fell quiet. Everyone froze. Lyla blinked, feigning confusion. “I... I don’t understand, Aria.” Aria let out a small, humorless laugh. “What exactly do you not understand? I said—what scheme did you pull off that made Damian let you back into this house?” Before Lyla could respond, Marco interjected with a tense voice, “Aria, can we just have brea

• Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad    Chapter Seventy eight

  Aria sat quietly on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor. Her heart was heavy, her mind spinning. The echo of Damian’s voice shouting at her still rang painfully in her ears. She hadn’t moved in a while, paralyzed by the sting of betrayal and confusion. A knock came on the door. She didn’t respond. The door slowly creaked open. Fiona stepped in, immediately noticing the broken look on Aria’s face. “Aria?” she said softly and walked over. “Are you okay?” She sat beside her, gently placing a hand on her back. “Talk to me.” Aria slowly turned her face toward her, eyes brimming with tears. “Aria... why are you crying? What happened between you and Damian?” Fiona asked gently, her voice full of concern. Aria opened her mouth but the words came out cracked and shaky. “He… he doesn’t love me, Fiona. He doesn’t love me…” She broke down, resting her head on Fiona’s shoulder. Fiona held her quietly, stroking her back in slow, comforting motions. “Hey, it’s okay… breathe,”

• Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad    Chapter Seventy seven

  Later that evening, Aria arrived at the house with Fiona by her side. As they stepped through the grand entrance, a maid was passing nearby. Aria quickly called her over and handed Fiona’s bag to her. “Please take this to Fiona’s room,” she said calmly. The maid nodded and disappeared down the hallway. Aria and Fiona moved further into the house when suddenly Lyla appeared from around the corner, blocking their path with a smug smile. “Welcome, Aria,” she said smoothly. Aria stopped dead in her tracks and turned sharply, eyes narrowing as she stared at Lyla. Fiona gasped, equally shocked. “Lyla?” Aria said, her voice cold and incredulous. “Yes. Me,” Lyla replied, her smile never faltering. Without hesitation, Aria stepped forward and grabbed Lyla’s arm firmly. “What are you doing here? How dare you come back to this house after everything you did?” Fiona’s voice cut in sharply. “Do you have no shame?” Aria’s grip tightened as she stared Lyla down. “Who let you in? I’m sure Dam

• Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad    Chapter Seventy Six

  Morning light filtered into the room, soft and golden. Lyla stirred first, blinking her eyes open and immediately letting out a soft, pitiful sob. She rubbed at her eyes to make them redder, her face already prepared for the show. Damian groaned as he slowly sat up, pressing a palm to his forehead. A sharp, pounding headache pulsed in his skull. “Ugh…” he muttered, eyes squinting at the light. Then he turned, and froze. “Lyla?” His voice was raspy, confused. “You? What are you doing in my room… and on my bed?” He looked down at himself, his shirt halfway unbuttoned and his zip undone. Then his gaze shifted to Lyla, dressed in nothing but a bra and a tight pair of shorts, her hair a tangled mess, fake tears glistening in her eyes. His breath caught. Immediately, he zipped up his trousers and stood from the bed, staggering slightly. “What the hell is going on?” He looked around. The room was in complete disarray, pillows on the floor, sheets twisted, clothes strewn around like a st