Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

The silence in the De Luca estate was deceptive. Damian stood by the tall window of his study, arms crossed, eyes narrowed as he stared into the night. His reflection in the glass looked like a ghost, haunted, burdened, unrelenting. It had been hours since the intruder escaped. His men had scoured the streets, docks, abandoned warehouses, and underground tunnels, but there was no trace. It was as if the man had evaporated into thin air. It made no sense. He was injured. He shouldn't have been able to move, let alone escape undetected. Unless… he had help. The thought dug at him. A knock at the door broke through his thought. It opened without waiting for a response. “Don,” Matteo stepped inside, his expression grim. “Still no sign.” Damian didn’t speak for a moment. He turned slowly, his eyes sharp. “I want all surveillance footage within a ten-mile radius of this estate pulled. I want every known smuggler, rogue medic, black-market peddler, anyone who could have hel

“Where are you going?” The sound of Damian’s voice made Lyla freeze in her tracks. Her hand tightened around the strap of her purse as she slowly turned around to face him. “I—uh…” she stammered, forcing a shaky smile. “My friend... she’s sick. She called me just now. I’m just going to see her.” Damian's eyes narrowed, studying her closely. “Really?” he said casually, but there was steel beneath his tone. “Then why are you sweating so much?” Lyla blinked. Only then did she notice the dampness on her forehead. She quickly wiped it away with the back of her hand. “It’s... it’s hot outside,” she muttered. “The weather’s been terrible today.” Damian didn’t reply for a moment. His gaze lingered on her for just a little too long, as if memorizing her face, then he nodded. “Alright. Be careful.” He turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. Lyla let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her knees almost buckled. That was close. Too close. She waited u

The night air was cold and heavy. It came sooner than expected. Aria sat silently on the edge of the bed, her fingers clenched tightly around the hem of her shirt. Damian knelt before her, holding her hands gently but firmly. Her eyes searched his, nervous, uncertain, afraid. “I don’t want to lose you,” she whispered. “You won’t,” Damian replied, his voice calm but strong. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” “But… what if it’s a trap? What if they hurt you?” Damian smiled faintly and touched her face. “They won’t get the chance. You’re not going into this alone, Aria. Every step you take tonight, I’ll be watching. My men will be watching. Hidden in the trees, the shadows, the road. You’ll be covered from all sides.” She looked down, her lips trembling. “I still don’t understand why they’re doing this.” “Neither do I,” he murmured. “But I’ll find out. And I’ll make them regret it.” Aria leaned forward and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder. Damian held her

The room fell deathly silent. The heavy air pressed down on everyone, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Damian’s eyes bore into Lyla, the niece he had trusted, his own blood, and now, the very person who had betrayed them. “Lyla…” His voice was low, barely more than a growl. “How… how could you do this to us? To Aria? To me?” Lyla’s lips trembled, tears welling in her eyes. She swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice. “I didn’t know… I didn’t know they’d hurt her, Damian. I swear, I just wanted to get her out of the way, that’s all.” Damian’s fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles whitening. “Get her out of the way? You betrayed your own family! You put her in danger, risked her life! And for what? So these people, these monsters, could use her for their twisted plans?” Lyla’s eyes darted nervously, searching for any sign of mercy. “Please… you have to believe me. When I met them, they promised me they could help me. I didn’t know they’d do this, hurt her

Damian looked at her in silence for a long moment before finally letting out a breath. “Come,” he said quietly, taking Aria’s hand and leading her gently to sit beside him on the edge of the bed. She looked at him, eyes soft but concerned. He stared straight ahead, not meeting her gaze. “I’m not upset because Lyla betrayed me,” he said slowly, voice thick with emotion. “I’m upset because… I couldn’t fulfill my promise.” Aria blinked. “Promise?” she asked gently. “What promise?” He turned his face slightly, finally meeting her eyes. “I promised myself that the person who dared to hurt you… would die by my hand.” Her heart skipped. “But I couldn’t do it,” he continued bitterly. “I couldn’t raise my gun… I couldn’t pull the trigger… because she’s my brother’s daughter. And he—he made me promise to take care of her before he died.” Aria’s gaze softened. “I never thought… I never imagined she would fall in love with me. It’s disgusting just thinking about it,” he spat, his fingers