All Chapters of Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The bathroom was filled with a soft haze of steam as Aria stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the silk strap of her dress. The evening had drained her, and even the warm shower hadn’t washed away the tension clinging to her like a second skin. Her thoughts swirled with confusion, about Damian, about Lyla, and about the strange feelings she couldn’t quite put into words. She reached for the towel to dry her hands when she heard a faint creak. Her brows furrowed. Another sound followed, a soft rustle, like fabric being moved. She paused, holding her breath. Slowly, carefully, she moved toward the door and opened it just an inch. The bedroom was dim, lit only by the low glow of the bedside lamp. But what she saw made her blood run cold. Lyla stood with her back to the bathroom, completely unaware that Aria was watching. The younger woman had opened Damian’s wardrobe and was holding one of his white dress shirts close to her face. Her eyes were closed as she buried her nose

Aria slammed the door behind her as she stumbled into the bedroom, her heart thudding like a war drum against her ribs. The sharp click of the lock echoed in the silence, but it didn’t feel safe, it felt suffocating. She clutched her chest, gasping, trembling. Damian’s words rang in her ears like a curse. “You disgust me, Aria. Don’t you dare pretend you’re doing this for me. You’re only trying to cover up your affair with Marco.” That look in his eyes. The way his hand had tightened around her arm, like she meant nothing. Like her pain didn’t matter. Aria collapsed to her knees by the bed, tears pouring freely now, staining her cheeks as she hugged herself tightly. How did it come to this? She had thought maybe, just maybe, he would believe her. That he’d see Lyla’s act. But instead, he saw her as a liar. A traitor. A woman so low she’d frame a girl just to cover her own sins. Aria rocked back and forth, her body wracked with sobs as she whispered to herself, “He hates me… he

Lyla stepped further into the room, her expression a perfect mask of concern. “Oh my God… what’s going on here?” she asked softly, looking between Aria and Damian. Aria wiped her tears quickly and turned away, hiding her hurt. Damian lowered his hand slowly, guilt flickering across his face for the briefest second, but his pride wouldn’t let him acknowledge it. “It’s nothing,” he muttered coldly. “Stay out of it.” Lyla walked closer, placing a gentle hand on Damian’s arm. “I couldn’t help but hear… I know things are tense, but can’t you both just talk things through calmly?” Aria turned sharply. “You don’t need to pretend to care, Lyla.” Lyla blinked innocently. “Aria, I’m really not trying to take sides. You’re both important to me. I just want peace in this house.” Damian exhaled and pulled away from both of them. “There’s no point trying to fix anything right now.” He gave Aria one last look, one filled with quiet frustration and betrayal, then turned and left the r

The early morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a faint glow on the room. Aria woke up, disoriented for a moment, then remembered where she was. Damian’s arm was still draped over her waist, his body warm and solid against hers. She paused, trying not to disturb him as she sat up carefully, the silk of his robe rustling against her skin. For a brief second, she allowed herself to savor the warmth, the illusion of closeness. But she shook her head. This means nothing. This doesn’t change anything between us. She slipped out of bed, moving quietly. As she adjusted the robe around her, she heard Damian’s sleepy voice from behind her. “Where are you going?” Aria glanced back, catching his half-lidded gaze. She held her ground, but the words came out firmly. “I just want to take a walk and see how things are going around the house" Damian said nothing more, only watched her, his eyes unreadable, as she walked out of the room. Aria stepped into the kitchen,

The car came to a smooth stop outside a cozy café tucked along a quiet street. The scent of brewed coffee and blooming flowers drifted in the air as Aria stepped out, dressed simply but elegantly in a pale pink dress that matched the warmth in her eyes. “Wait here,” she told the driver, then headed inside where Fiona was already seated at a corner table by the window. “Aria!” Fiona stood and threw her arms around her. “It’s been forever.” Aria smiled brightly and hugged her friend back. “I’ve missed you.” They settled into their seats, ordering coffee and pastries. For a moment, it felt like old times, two friends catching up, laughing over silly memories and exchanging little secrets. Fiona stirred her latte absentmindedly, eyes flicking toward Aria who sat across from her, quiet but visibly burdened. It had been months since they'd last seen each other, and Aria looked different. Softer in some ways, more serious in others. “You’re not just tired,” Fiona said gently. “Yo