All Chapters of Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the spacious bedroom. Aria stepped out of the bathroom with a towel draped over her shoulders, her hair damp and cascading down her back. She walked over to the closet, pulled out a soft, lilac-colored short gown, and began to get dressed. As she slipped into the gown, she reached for the tie at the back, trying to secure it. Her fingers fumbled, barely grazing the ribbon. She tried again—unsuccessfully. Frustrated, she sighed under her breath. Damian, who was seated on the edge of the bed with his laptop balanced on his thighs, glanced up when he noticed her struggling. He set the laptop aside, stood up, and walked toward her without saying a word. Aria flinched slightly when she felt his fingers on her back, but she didn’t move. Her body tensed, her eyes staring ahead at her reflection in the mirror. Damian gently took hold of the ribbon and tied it into a neat bow. But just as he finished, his hands linge

The maids bustled around the grand dining hall, setting down dish after dish on the long polished table—steamed vegetables, grilled meat, creamy pastas, aromatic soups, golden roasted chicken. The aroma filled the room, and soon the entire household began to gather. Damian walked in, as poised and sharp as ever, his phone in hand. Marco entered right behind him, casually humming. Fiona arrived next, dressed simply but elegantly. Then came Aria, who looked more tired than usual but still carried herself with quiet grace. Lastly, Lyla stepped in, her expression serene, almost too serene. The family settled in their seats as the maids finished setting the cutlery. They began to eat in silence, only the soft clinking of forks and spoons echoing in the large space. Midway through the meal, Lyla suddenly began to cough. Deliberately loud. Her delicate hand rose to her chest, her face twisted in discomfort. Damian was the first to respond. “Lyla—” he said, dropping his fork. He reached

Damian sat in his study, the room dimly lit by the single desk lamp beside him. His elbows were propped on the table, his hands tangled in his hair. The documents on his desk lay forgotten. His thoughts were in chaos. "Lyla can't be pregnant," he muttered to himself, over and over like a chant. "No... this can't be happening." He leaned back in his chair, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Flashes of Aria’s tear-filled eyes came back to him. The disbelief on her face. The pain she didn’t hide. "What am I doing to her? What am I doing to myself?" "If aria finds out about this, she won't be able to handle it, I've hurt her soo much" With that he rest his hand on the table again with his head down It was 7 o’clock in the evening. The sky outside darkened gently as the evening lights in the mansion flickered on. Damian stood in his study, staring at the clock on the wall. The time had come, he had to take Lyla to the doctor, just like he promised. He sighed heavily and ran a

The night was deep and quiet when Damian and Lyla returned home. The clock ticked just past 11 PM. The air around them felt heavy, as if burdened by unspoken truths. Damian turned to Lyla with a brief glance. “Go back to your room and get some rest,” he said quietly. Lyla gave a small nod and disappeared down the hallway. Damian stood still for a moment, staring at nothing, trying to pull himself together. His feet finally moved toward his room—toward Aria. When he reached the door, he hesitated for a long moment. His hand hovered over the handle before he finally turned it. As the door creaked open, the soft light from the bedside lamp revealed Aria lying on the bed, resting with her back partially propped against a pillow. The moment she heard the door, she turned, her eyes lighting up instantly. “Damian,” she breathed, a smile of relief spreading across her face. She quickly got off the bed and rushed into his arms, embracing him tightly. For a second, Damian stood frozen, her

Aria woke slowly, the morning sun peeking through the cream-colored curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. Her lashes fluttered as she adjusted to the light, her body still warm and sore from the night before. A soft breath escaped her lips when she realized she was lying completely bare beneath the sheets… and so was the man beside her. Damian. He lay on his back, chest rising and falling steadily, the sheet barely covering the lower half of his body. His arm was stretched across her waist, possessive even in sleep. The warmth of his skin pressed against her side, and the memory of the way he’d touched her, kissed her, filled her, made her cheeks flush. Aria propped herself up slightly, resting her head on her hand as she admired him. He looked peaceful, vulnerable even, nothing like the ruthless man the world knew. Here, in their bed, he was just hers. She leaned down and kissed his shoulder gently, then let her lips trail to his chest. He stirred. “Mmm,” Damian’s