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Chapter nine Marco's manipulation

Author: Icy Angel
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-29 14:10:53

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.
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    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

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