Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Aria's Pov “The moment he put the ring on my hand, I became the happiest woman on earth.” I stared at the sparkling diamond on my finger, barely able to breathe. The applause echoed in the grand hall of the De Luca mansion, but all I could focus on was Marco, his smile, his strong hands, his warmth. This was it. My dream come true. He leaned down slightly and whispered, “You look beautiful Aria, so beautiful.” I blushed. “Thank you. Everything is perfect, Marco… but I haven't even met your father before, that's strange. He approved of our engagement without even meeting me. And now I can't see him here either. Why isn’t your father here?” His smile faltered just a bit. “He’s not a fan of social interactions. Doesn’t like crowds.” “Oh…” I tried to hide my disappointment. “But,” Marco added, squeezing my hand, “he was the one who arranged all of this. The venue, the food… He wanted it to be special for you.” That made my heart flutter again. Maybe Damian De Luca wasn’t

Aria's POV Damian smirked, tilting his head just a little. That smirk wasn’t kind, it was wicked. "You look young. What’s your name?" "Aria." "And how old are you, Aria?" "Twenty-four." He chuckled, but it wasn’t amused. It was low and laced with warning. "You’re drunk, Miss Aria. You don’t know what you’re doing. You should go home and sleep this off." He turned to leave. I reached out, grabbing his hand. My fingers trembled slightly. He paused and looked at my hand, then at me. Embarrassed, i let go of him. "I really do want you. Please." Damian took a breath, like he was trying to be patient. "Listen. You're drunk, okay? I don't do things with drunk little girls." "I’m not a little girl. I'm a grown woman. One who knows exactly what she wants." He arched a brow. "Really?" "Yes" "And i am the one you want" damian said with a smirk. "Yes you are" Aria responded immediately. He stepped closer, lifted my chin with two fingers. His touch sent electric s

Aria's Pov Fiona blinked. “Wait… what? You want to marry Mr. De Luca?” “Yes.” “You’re insane. You want to marry a man twice your age just to get back at Marco?” Aria shrugged, eyes blazing. “I don’t care. He ruined my life, and now I’ll ruin his.” Fiona grabbed both of Aria’s shoulders, trying to shake some sense into her. “Listen to yourself! You have a future, Aria! Don’t throw it all away because of a man who isn’t worth it!” Aria’s expression didn’t waver. “It’s not just revenge. It’s power. I’ll make sure he never forgets the mistake he made.” With that, she turned on her heel and stormed into the bathroom. Fiona sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her temples. “This girl is crazy…” Within minutes, Aria emerged, dressed in a tight black gown that clung to her curves like a second skin. It dipped dangerously low in the front, revealing just enough cleavage to make any man lose control. “You’re seriously going through with this?” Fiona asked, but Aria didn’t rep

The early morning sun cast a soft golden hue over the De Luca estate. A sleek black car purred quietly in the driveway, waiting patiently. Inside, Aria stood by the entrance with her suitcase by her side, her eyes slightly puffy from lack of sleep. She turned and hugged Fiona tightly. “Take care of yourself,” Fiona whispered into her ear, squeezing her a little longer than usual. “You too,” Aria replied softly, pulling back with a faint, brave smile. “Thank you for everything.” "Try not to get yourself killed" Fiona said and they both laughed. "I'll leave now" Aria said. Fiona nodded, trying not to look too emotional. Aria picked up her suitcase and walked out. The driver opened the door for her, and without a word, she slid into the back seat. The car pulled away, leaving the comfort of Fiona’s care behind, driving her straight into the lion’s den. Back at the De Luca mansion, Marco sat at the long breakfast table, his fingers drumming against the edge of his glass, sha

Aria sat on the edge of the bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. The grand room felt suffocating, despite its elegance. Her tears soaked into the satin fabric of her dress as silent sobs wracked her body. This wasn’t revenge. This was defeat. She had come here with a plan, to make Marco suffer, to make him feel even a fraction of the pain he caused her. But somewhere along the line, everything had spiraled out of control. She hadn’t just walked into the lion’s den, she had chained herself to it. Now she was Damian De Luca's wife. Legally, permanently, publicly. The very thought sent a wave of dread through her chest. Was this how she was going to live now? Trapped in a loveless marriage with a man who despised her very existence? She sniffled, shaking her head. This was a mistake. A horrible, life-ruining mistake. Her mind flashed back to Fiona’s voice the day before she came here. "Aria, please think this through. Revenge isn't worth destroying your life.