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 as scary as people said.
Before I could say more, Marco’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He checked it, and his expression shifted.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Yeah. Just business. I'll just attend to it quickly. I’ll be back soon, okay?” He kissed my cheek and walked away.
I watched him go, wondering what could be so urgent tonight.
“Girl, you look like a Disney princess.”
I turned and smiled when I saw Fiona walking toward me. She was dressed in a red silk dress, her heels clicking against the marble floor. “You made it,” I said.
“Of course I did. There was free champagne and a mafia prince getting engaged to my best friend. Like hell I was missing this.”
I laughed, finally feeling a bit more relaxed. Fiona always knew how to make things feel light.
We stood by the dessert table, sipping champagne, when I looked around and realized Marco still hadn’t come back.
“Have you seen Marco?” I asked.
Fiona shook her head. “Maybe he’s on a business call? You know how mafia stuff is.”
I nodded slowly. “Yeah, maybe…”
But something didn’t sit right in my chest. A weird ache started to grow.
“You know what, I’m just gonna check,” I said, placing my glass down.
Fiona raised an eyebrow. “You sure? Don’t go full psycho-fiancée on him.”
I chuckled weakly. “It's nothing like that, Just checking.”
The De Luca mansion was huge, with too many hallways and closed doors. I walked past a few rooms, listening for voices, trying not to overthink it.
And then… I heard something.
A soft moan.
I froze.
It was from a woman.
The sound came from behind a door at the end of the hallway. It wasn’t loud, but I knew what I was hearing.
No. It couldn’t be.
I swallowed hard and walked closer, my heels clicking against the marble now sounding like thunder in my ears.
The door wasn’t fully shut.
I pushed it open just a little.
And my heart shattered.
There he was.
Marco.
His lips crashed into another woman’s, her dress was pulled halfway down, her hands tangled in his hair. They were kissing like they hadn’t seen each other in years.
I couldn’t breathe.
He looked up. Our eyes met.
His face went pale.
“Aria—”
I turned and ran.
"Aria" Marco said as he was about to run after me. But then Elena stopped him.
"Don't leave me Marco, I'm horny already"
Elena pulls marco back into the room and closes the door. They resume kissing again.
Tears blurred my vision as I stumbled through the hallway. The laughter and music from the engagement party felt like cruel background noise. My chest burned, my lungs screamed, but I didn’t stop.
“Aria!”
I heard Fiona’s voice as I burst through the front doors.
She came after me, her heels clicking fast. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
I collapsed against the nearest pillar, sobbing. “He… he was kissing someone else.”
Her face went cold. “What?”
I nodded, unable to form words. “He was with another woman. In one of the rooms. They were…”
“Motherf.....” Fiona caught herself. “That cheating bastard. Are you sure it was him?”
“I saw him. He saw me.”
Fiona wrapped her arms around me. “You don’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve you.”
I wanted to scream, cry, punch something, but all I could do was fall apart in her arms.
“Let’s go,” she said firmly. “You are not staying another second in this cursed place.”
At my apartment, everything felt numb. Fiona made tea while I curled up on the couch, staring at the wall like it could explain why this happened.
“You should’ve seen your face when he proposed,” Fiona muttered. “He doesn’t deserve that kind of love.”
I stayed quiet.
“Let’s go out,” she said suddenly.
“What?”
“A club. Loud music, drinks, hot men. Let’s go.”
“I don’t want to,” I whispered.
“You need to. You’re not gonna cry all night over some loser.”
I shook my head. “I can’t.”
She walked over and grabbed my hands. “Yes, you can. You’re Aria Sinclair. You’re strong. Let’s go be hot and reckless.”
A part of me didn’t want to give in, but another part… the hurt, broken part… wanted to forget.
I stood up slowly.
Fiona grinned. “That’s my girl. Go get dressed.”
I walked to my room, and just before I opened my closet, my eyes landed on the engagement ring.
The glittering diamond mocked me.
I slid it off my finger, held it in my palm for a second… and then threw it across the room.
It hit the floor with a soft clink.
Just like that, my fairytale ended.
“I thought I was walking into forever… but I had no idea it would all burn down in a single night.”
Aria stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her so hard the sound echoed through the entire mansion. Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she reached for the closet, yanking out clothes with tear-filled eyes, her breaths coming in broken sobs. Each dress she pulled out reminded her of a memory with Damian. Each shirt folded with love now felt like a lie stitched together by betrayal. Her suitcase lay open on the bed, waiting to carry away the pieces of her shattered life. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, but the tears wouldn’t stop. “I gave you everything,” she whispered to herself as she shoved another handful of clothes into the bag. “My heart, my trust… and you tore it apart.” The door creaked open behind her, and she froze for a moment before hearing his voice. “Aria…” Damian's voice was soft, hesitant, like he didn’t know what to say. She didn’t turn. “Don’t,” she said in a sharp breath, snatching another drawer open. “Don’t say a word.” He
Aria stood frozen. His words—yes—kept ringing in her ears like an explosion that never stopped. Her knees weakened beneath her, her lips parted but no words came. It was as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. Her heart pounded violently in her chest. Her vision blurred. She couldn’t breathe. She took a step back from Damian, shaking her head slowly, her body trembling. “No… no, no, no…” she whispered, her voice breaking, barely audible. She clutched her chest. Each breath grew shallower. Ragged. Desperate. Then, suddenly, she gasped, staggering backward. “Aria!” Fiona rushed forward. “Aria, you’re having a panic attack—hey! Someone get water!” she screamed, kneeling beside her. Aria’s hands clutched at her own chest as she collapsed to her knees, her breaths rapid and choking, her entire body shaking uncontrollably. Damian stepped forward immediately, panic in his voice. “Aria—” “Stay away from me!” she cried, her voice sharp, shattered. She shoved his hand awa
Aria began walking, slow, steady, purposeful, toward Lyla. Lyla’s heart pounded in her chest. She could see the storm brewing in Aria’s eyes, the kind that could no longer be silenced by tears or gentle words. Her throat tightened as Aria stopped directly in front of her. "You," Aria spat, her voice trembling with fury. "Ever since you came into this house, you’ve been inching your way closer to Damian. Don’t you get disgusted by yourself?" Lyla’s lips parted, but no words came. "You’re so shameless," Aria continued, her voice rising. "You’re lusting after your own uncle, do you even hear how sick that sounds? You’re cheap, Lyla. So cheap." Lyla’s face flushed with rage, shame, and embarrassment. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “Aria—” she started to speak, but Aria snapped. “Shut up!” Aria barked, loud and sharp, making everyone flinch. “Just be quiet, Lyla. Not a word from you.” Damian stepped forward, his voice low. “Aria, please—” “Enough!” Aria shout
Aria stepped out of the bathroom, a soft towel wrapped around her damp body, her skin glowing from the steamy shower. Damian followed shortly behind, his towel slung low around his hips, droplets of water trailing down his toned chest. They both chuckled as she handed him a smaller towel and began patting down his hair with gentle care. "You're spoiling me," he murmured, leaning into her touch. "And I’ll keep doing it," she smiled. "Your hair always looks better when I dry it." He grinned and took the towel from her, returning the gesture by gently rubbing her hair, his fingers occasionally grazing her scalp in a way that made her eyes flutter shut. The moment felt soft, intimate, like they had all the time in the world. Soon, they were dressed, both of them lingering at the mirror, stealing glances and kisses. Aria stood by the closet, brushing her hair when she turned and said, “I want to go shopping today.” Damian walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist
Aria woke slowly, the morning sun peeking through the cream-colored curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. Her lashes fluttered as she adjusted to the light, her body still warm and sore from the night before. A soft breath escaped her lips when she realized she was lying completely bare beneath the sheets… and so was the man beside her. Damian. He lay on his back, chest rising and falling steadily, the sheet barely covering the lower half of his body. His arm was stretched across her waist, possessive even in sleep. The warmth of his skin pressed against her side, and the memory of the way he’d touched her, kissed her, filled her, made her cheeks flush. Aria propped herself up slightly, resting her head on her hand as she admired him. He looked peaceful, vulnerable even, nothing like the ruthless man the world knew. Here, in their bed, he was just hers. She leaned down and kissed his shoulder gently, then let her lips trail to his chest. He stirred. “Mmm,” Damian’s
Aria lay back against the pillows, her damp hair fanned out like dark silk around her head. Her skin still glistened slightly from their shared shower, and her eyes, half-lidded with desire, were fixed on Damian as he moved toward her. He’d never seen her look more beautiful. Damian climbed into the bed slowly, his eyes drinking her in as if trying to commit every curve, every inch, to memory. The warm, dim light of the bedside lamp created soft shadows over her bare skin, highlighting the flutter of her chest as she breathed. “Come here,” she whispered, voice thick with need. He hovered above her, bracing himself on his arms, not touching her just yet. He stared into her eyes. “Are you sure you want this tonight?” “I’ve always wanted you,” she said softly, reaching up to run her fingers down his chest. “But tonight… I need you, more than ever.” Damian lowered his head and captured her lips again, this time with more urgency. Their kiss deepened quickly, becoming a slow-burning