Semua Bab Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad : Bab 41 - Bab 50

The morning sun bathed the De Luca mansion in golden light, but there was nothing calm about the day ahead. It was Lyla’s birthday, and the entire house was buzzing with activity. Maids moved hurriedly from room to room, hanging garlands and setting up decorations as per Lyla’s meticulous instructions. Expensive white and gold drapes had been brought in to give the event an air of royalty. Crystal chandeliers sparkled even brighter than usual, casting rainbows across the marble floors. Fresh orchids, roses, and lilies filled every corner of the house with a luxurious fragrance. Caterers were busy in the massive kitchen preparing a lavish feast. The guest list was long, socialites, business partners, family friends, and of course, Damian's acquaintances from the elite circles of society. Waiters in black and white uniforms walked around, doing final checks while event coordinators barked orders. Lyla stood in front of the mirror in her room, wrapped in a silk robe, her eyes glitter

The music thumped steadily through the speakers as Lyla’s birthday party came to full life. Laughter floated through the air like perfume, clinking glasses echoed from every corner, and guests mingled with careless delight under the opulent chandeliers of the De Luca mansion. Aria stood near the bar, her glass of wine still in hand. She’d finished it without a second thought, the sweetness covering the bitter edge of the substance that had been quietly added moments before. She blinked once, then again. The room seemed to shift. The lights blurred. The music slowed and then spun too fast. She pressed her fingers to her temple and tried to steady her breath, but everything around her began to swim. “Are you alright, Mrs. De Luca?” a maid whispered, noticing her expression. “I’m... fine,” Aria murmured, her voice drowsy. But even as she said it, her feet carried her away from the bar. Her heels echoed loudly across the marble floor as she walked, no, almost swayed, toward

Damian’s shirt slid off his shoulders and hit the floor in silence. His body was tense, every muscle clenched with rage and something darker. He stood there, his bare back to Aria, and with a slow, deliberate movement, unfastened his belt. Aria’s breath caught. “Damian…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What… What are you doing?” He didn’t answer. He wrapped the head of the belt tightly around his fist, the leather groaning in his grip. Aria’s eyes widened in fear. She pressed her back into the bedpost, inching away, her heart pounding wildly. “Damian, please don’t, don’t hurt me… I don’t understand what’s happening—” His hand shot up. Aria turned her face away, bracing herself for the sting of leather. But the crack of the belt didn’t land on her. It landed on him. Smack! A gasp tore from her lips. “Damian…” He didn’t even flinch. Another sharp whip to his back. Smack! Red lines slashed across his skin, blood beginning to trickle. “Stop! Please s

The study was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of aged whiskey and tension. Damian sat alone in his leather chair, a glass of amber liquid in his hand, swirling it slowly. The video kept replaying in his mind like a cursed loop — Aria, laughing and dancing with strange men, their hands all over her. The humiliation. The betrayal. The noise of the party. The gossip. The stares. It all felt like a knife twisting in his gut. With a growl, Damian hurled the whiskey glass against the wall. It shattered into tiny shards, the sharp sound echoing through the room. At that exact moment, Lyla stepped in, the crash making her flinch. She had been hovering outside, waiting for the right time to strike. Her eyes darted to the broken glass, then to Damian, his eyes bloodshot, jaw tight, fists clenched. "Don..." she began softly, stepping closer, "I’m so sorry. I didn’t know Aria could do something like that. She humiliated you, humiliated the De Luca name in front of everyone." Damia

Fiona and Aria entered the house quietly, the heaviness of the evening still sitting heavily on Aria's chest. Without saying a word, Aria led Fiona upstairs to her room. The moment they stepped in, Fiona looked at Aria with concern. "You need to wash your face," she said softly, noticing the dried tears and swollen eyes. Aria nodded, and Fiona gently took her hand and led her into the bathroom. The cold water hit her skin like a wake-up call. Aria stared at her reflection in the mirror, she looked nothing like herself. Just a broken, tired version of the woman who had once dared to hope for love. They came out of the bathroom, and Aria sat on the edge of her bed. “It’s already late, Fiona… you should go home.” Fiona shook her head. “No. I’m not going anywhere. Aria, you have to talk to Damian. You have to explain everything.” Aria looked down. “Explain what, Fiona? That I don’t even know what happened? That everything went blank after I drank that juice?” Her voice cracked. “He’s