All Chapters of Married Twice, Loved Once : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

London nights had a way of looking expensive lights reflecting on wet roads, black cabs rushing by, and the kind of cold wind that made secrets feel sharper.Selene dragged her suitcase into the luxury penthouse and barely had time to breathe before strong arms wrapped around her from behind.“Baby… finally.”Leonardo.The real fiancé.The man Damian didn’t even know existed.He turned her around and kissed her like he owned her breath. She melted into it instantly.“I missed you,” she whispered against his lips.“I can tell,” he smirked, brushing a finger down her cheek. “You only act that soft when you’ve been pretending for too long.”Selene sighed dramatically and threw herself on the velvet couch.“You have no idea. Damian’s grandmother is getting suspicious. And that stupid Aria—she just stands there with that calm face like she knows everything. I swear I hate her.”Leo sat beside her, pulling her legs onto his lap.“Baby… why are you stressing?” he asked in that cool, arrogant

The next day, Aria grabbed her phone and dialed Sophia’s number, hoping for some clarity.“Hello, Aria!” Sophia answered cheerfully, though there was a faint note of hesitation in her voice.“Sophia, when will the dress be ready?” Aria asked, her tone calm but edged with impatience.“Oh… Aria, I’m so sorry! Something came up, and I couldn’t finish it,” Sophia said, her voice dripping with forced regret.“You mean to tell me that you haven’t finished the dress? The ceremony is tomorrow, Sophia! And you didn’t even bother to inform me?” Aria’s voice rose slightly, a mix of frustration and disbelief. “What am I supposed to wear now?”“I know, Aria… I really am sorry. I’ve just been so busy these past few days,” Sophia tried to explain, her words rushed and apologetic.Aria exhaled slowly, leaning back in her chair. “Fine, Sophia. I guess I won’t be attending the party tomorrow. I hope everything else is going well for you.” Her tone was even, but there was a subtle sting in her words.“I

They clinked glasses again.The brandy burned warm and sweet down their throats, loosening shoulders… thoughts… and boundaries.Aria took a slow sip, legs crossed, eyes half-lidded.Damian leaned back on her bed, button pulled loose, his usually perfect posture unraveling inch by inch.Two glasses became three.Three became four.And suddenly, the air between them felt different.Not heavy like before.Not hostile.Just… warm.Too warm.Aria laughed softly at something he said something not even funny and Damian stared at her like he’d never seen her smile before.“You know…” Damian murmured, swirling his drink, “I didn’t think tonight would go like this.”Aria raised a brow. “What, you expected me to throw the glass at you?”“Honestly? Yes.”He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.She grinned, cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol.“I’m not always violent, Damian.”He tilted his head, looking at her in a way he had no right to.“You’re different tonight.”“And that surprises yo

The next day Lucas invited Aria to his office.Aria stepped into Lucas’s sleek, glass-walled office, the afternoon sun cutting through the blinds in sharp lines across the polished floor. She took a deep breath, letting the calm but dangerous air she carried settle around her. Lucas, as always, looked impossibly composed, lounging in his chair as if the entire world owed him attention.“Oh, you’re punctual,” he remarked with a smirk. “I like that.”“I don’t like waiting,” Aria replied smoothly, crossing her arms as she scanned the room. Her eyes landed on the figure standing quietly by the window—tall, muscular, wearing an expression that balanced alertness and nonchalance perfectly.“And who is this?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she removed her glasses, letting her eyes meet the man’s directly.Lucas’s smirk widened. “Meet Daniel—our front man.”Aria tilted her head. “Front man?” she echoed, her tone a mixture of curiosity and caution.“Yes, ma’am,” Lucas said. “Daniel is the on

Daniel stepped into the private suite Lucas used for meetings, shutting the door behind him.Aria was already there, sitting with one leg crossed over the other, scrolling through her tablet like a CEO reviewing an empire she already owned.Lucas looked up first.“Front man,” he grinned, “you survived Cross Empire?”Daniel exhaled dramatically and dropped into the chair opposite them.“Survived?” he scoffed. “Please. Your Mr. Damian Cross is sharp—too sharp. I barely sat down before he started studying me like a puzzle.”Aria smirked, lowering her tablet.“Did he buy the story?”Daniel nodded.“Oh, he bought it. I fed him a little praise, a little investors’ talk, made myself look eager but harmless. He listened. He asked questions. He pretended to be relaxed—keyword: pretended.”Lucas laughed.“That’s Damian. Always trying to hide when he’s sweating.”Daniel leaned forward.“But here’s the fun part—on my way out, his PA kept glancing at me like she wanted to scan my fingerprints. I’m