All Chapters of Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The soft morning light filtered gently through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the room. The air was still, peaceful, almost unreal after the storm of emotions that had swept through the mansion over the past few days. Aria lay silently on the bed, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Damian’s bare chest. His steady heartbeat echoed under her touch, grounding her. His arms were wrapped around her protectively, one hand resting on her waist, the other lightly tangled in her hair. She smiled to herself, cheeks warming as she recalled the night before, the intensity, the fire, the way his lips had claimed hers like she belonged to him. Like she always had. Damian’s eyes were closed, his breathing even. Aria assumed he was still asleep. She moved slowly, gently so as not to wake him, and shifted closer to him. Resting her chin just above his chest, she looked at his face, so strong, so calm, and yet so full of a quiet storm. Her fingers brushed along his jawline, lingeri

The night had settled in thick shadows as Lyla and Marco stepped further into the mansion. The air inside was cool, and the faint sound of distant chatter echoed through the empty hallways. Lyla’s heels clicked purposefully against the marble floors, each step more deliberate than the last. She turned to Marco, a smug smile dancing at the corners of her lips. Without a word, Marco led her down the familiar hallway toward his room, past the watchful eyes of portraits and past memories. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, he turned to face her. “All right,” Marco said, folding his arms across his chest. “We’re here. Now what’s your plan?” Lyla removed her scarf and sunglasses slowly, letting them fall onto the armchair by the door. Her eyes gleamed under the dim light, wild and sharp like a storm waiting to be unleashed. “Calm down, Marco,” she said, her voice silky. “You really need to learn how to trust me.” His jaw tightened. “Trust isn’t exactly your strong suit.” S

Morning light filtered into the room, soft and golden. Lyla stirred first, blinking her eyes open and immediately letting out a soft, pitiful sob. She rubbed at her eyes to make them redder, her face already prepared for the show. Damian groaned as he slowly sat up, pressing a palm to his forehead. A sharp, pounding headache pulsed in his skull. “Ugh…” he muttered, eyes squinting at the light. Then he turned, and froze. “Lyla?” His voice was raspy, confused. “You? What are you doing in my room… and on my bed?” He looked down at himself, his shirt halfway unbuttoned and his zip undone. Then his gaze shifted to Lyla, dressed in nothing but a bra and a tight pair of shorts, her hair a tangled mess, fake tears glistening in her eyes. His breath caught. Immediately, he zipped up his trousers and stood from the bed, staggering slightly. “What the hell is going on?” He looked around. The room was in complete disarray, pillows on the floor, sheets twisted, clothes strewn around like a st

Aria sat quietly on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor. Her heart was heavy, her mind spinning. The echo of Damian’s voice shouting at her still rang painfully in her ears. She hadn’t moved in a while, paralyzed by the sting of betrayal and confusion. A knock came on the door. She didn’t respond. The door slowly creaked open. Fiona stepped in, immediately noticing the broken look on Aria’s face. “Aria?” she said softly and walked over. “Are you okay?” She sat beside her, gently placing a hand on her back. “Talk to me.” Aria slowly turned her face toward her, eyes brimming with tears. “Aria... why are you crying? What happened between you and Damian?” Fiona asked gently, her voice full of concern. Aria opened her mouth but the words came out cracked and shaky. “He… he doesn’t love me, Fiona. He doesn’t love me…” She broke down, resting her head on Fiona’s shoulder. Fiona held her quietly, stroking her back in slow, comforting motions. “Hey, it’s okay… breathe,”

Aria stared at Damian, waiting for him to say more. Her mind raced with questions, possibilities, and fear. What did he mean he was doing it for her? How could letting Lyla back into their lives be for her? Damian turned away from her and raked his fingers through his hair, pacing the room. "You don’t understand, Aria. It’s complicated." "Then make me understand!" she snapped, her voice rising with raw emotion. "Help me see the logic in your actions, because right now, all I see is betrayal." "I’m trying to protect you," he said, his voice lower now, more controlled. "Protect me from what? Lyla? Because inviting her here seems like the opposite of protection." "It’s not what you think." "Then what is it, Damian?" She stepped in front of him, blocking his path. "Why can’t you just tell me the truth? You keep saying you're protecting me, but all you're doing is hurting me." Damian clenched his jaw, struggling to maintain control. His silence spoke volumes. "You still won’t tell