บททั้งหมดของ Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

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 dragged her suitcase down the hallway, each step feeling heavier than the last. Her eyes were red, her face blotchy from all the crying, but she didn’t care anymore. Her heart was in pieces, and every second she spent in that house felt like a knife twisting deeper into her chest. She reached the stairs and paused at the top for a moment, steadying herself. Downstairs, Fiona was already waiting in the living room, suitcase by her side. She stood with her arms folded, her jaw tight, her eyes scanning the staircase in anticipation. As soon as she saw Aria appear, her expression softened, though pain still lingered in her eyes. Lyla stood smugly beside Marco, arms folded and eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Her lips curved in the faintest smirk as she watched Aria descend slowly. Marco looked uncomfortable, clearly unsure of what to do, his hands tucked nervously in his pockets. As Aria reached the last step, her heart pounded in her chest. Her fingers tightened around the suitc

A Month Later The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a dull glow on the quiet room. Fiona entered slowly, balancing a bowl of warm water and a small towel in her hands. She walked to the side of the bed, where Aria lay motionless, her face pale, her once bright eyes now dim with exhaustion. With a soft sigh, Fiona placed the bowl on the side table, dipped the towel into the water, wrung it out, and gently laid it across Aria’s forehead. “Why are you so stubborn?” Fiona whispered, brushing a few strands of hair away from Aria’s face. “I’ve been telling you to see the doctor for weeks now. You’re seriously ill, Aria. This isn’t something you can sleep off.” Aria blinked slowly, her voice barely audible. “I don’t need a doctor… I’ll be fine.” Fiona clenched her jaw, wanting to scold her—but when she looked into Aria’s tired eyes, all her frustration melted into worry. She let out a breath and sat on the edge of the bed beside her. “Do you want water?”

Adrian drove silently, his fingers gripping the steering wheel while Fiona and Aria sat quietly in the back seat. The atmosphere was heavy with unease as they neared the address the maid had given Aria. They pulled up in front of an old, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The structure looked worn and forgotten, its rusted gates creaking slightly in the wind. Aria peered out the window, eyebrows furrowed. "Why would she call us to such an abandoned place?" Aria asked, her voice uncertain. "Don’t worry," Adrian replied calmly, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. "We’ll be careful." The trio stepped out of the car, walking cautiously toward the building. Inside, the maid was already waiting. The moment she saw them, she rushed forward. "Good day, ma'am," she said breathlessly. "Thank you so much for coming." Aria crossed her arms. "Did Damian send you here?" The maid quickly shook her head. "No, no, ma'am. Sir doesn't know anything about this." Fiona stepped f

Aria didn’t sleep much that night. Her mind raced, filled with doubts and fury and fragments of truth she couldn’t yet piece together. But one thing was clear — there would be no more pretending, no more waiting, no more letting Lyla twist things her way. She needed answers, and she was going to get them now. By morning, the sky was painted in a dull gray hue, and the house was still. Quiet. Cold. Perfect. Aria moved quickly, her footsteps soft but deliberate as she made her way through the corridor. When she reached Lyla’s door, she didn’t hesitate. She didn’t knock. She walked in. Lyla jerked up from her bed, eyes wide with confusion and then rising panic. “You? What the hell are you doing in my room?” she demanded, tugging the sheets closer to her chest. “Get out!” But Aria didn’t flinch. She stepped forward slowly, locking eyes with her. “Why are you scared, Lyla?” she asked, voice calm, deadly. “Are you scared because you know I could expose your truth?” Lyla’s face w