All Chapters of My Obsessed Mafia Ex Wants Me Back: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Damien "...the Henderson agreement has officially been finalized. Legal has already forwarded the signed copies, and Finance estimates the acquisition will increase annual revenue by just over eighteen percent."Dan's voice carried steadily through the office as he flipped to the next page in the report."The board members have also approved the expansion into the Eastern region. Construction on the new headquarters is expected to begin next quarter, provided the permits come through on schedule."I gave a slight nod. "Good.""And Romano Group has also confirmed this afternoon's appointment. Mrs. Romano would like you and Miss Vanessa to arrive by four o'clock to begin the final wedding attire fitting."Wedding attire. The words barely registered. Because my mind wasn't in the office anymore.It hadn't been since lunchtime. I had only intended to check on Ariana.She had asked for distance. I had given it to her. I moved her office exactly where she'd wanted. Quiet. Private. Away fro

Ariana The car rolled to a smooth stop. I looked through the tinted window, my irritation only growing. Whatever this place was... it had better come with a very good explanation.Lorenzo climbed out first before opening my door. "We're here, Miss Ariana."I stepped onto the cobblestone driveway, my eyes slowly lifting to the enormous estate before me.For a brief second, my anger lost the battle against sheer disbelief.The mansion looked like something pulled straight out of a European magazine. Warm lights glowed from tall arched windows, while climbing ivy wrapped around pale stone walls that had probably stood there for centuries. A fountain sparkled quietly in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by perfectly trimmed hedges and rows of white roses.It was beautiful.Then I remembered why I was here. My jaw tightened again. Beautiful or not, Damien Valmont was going to explain himself.Lorenzo reached for my suitcase. "This way, Miss Ariana."I followed him up the wide stone

DamienThis was, without question, the most ridiculous thing I'd ever done.Of all the solutions I could have come up with...Of all the people I could have asked...I had flown my ex-girlfriend to Italy and asked her to pretend to be my fiancée while my actual wedding was less than two months away.Even thinking about it sounded insane.If anyone had told me a month ago that I'd be standing here doing exactly this, I would've questioned their sanity.And the worst part? I didn't regret asking her. I only regretted the circumstances that had forced me to.I knew Ariana probably believed I'd chosen her because she was convenient. That couldn't have been further from the truth.The people I was dealing with weren't the type to be fooled by rehearsed smiles and well-practiced affection.The Domelo had built fortunes long before corporations became fashionable. Their influence stretched across industries, governments, ports, and financial institutions throughout Europe. Publicly, they were

Ariana"Alexander and I had our share of difficult years. People see photographs like these and assume everything was perfect. It wasn't."She touched the edge of the frame."We argued. We hurt each other. There were things we both did that we regretted. There was even a time when I genuinely believed we had reached the end."I didn't know why I was listening so intently. Maybe because every word seemed strangely familiar."I had convinced myself that walking away was easier," she continued. "And perhaps it would have been. But sometimes love doesn't make things easy. Sometimes it asks you to stay when every part of you is telling you to leave."I swallowed. My thoughts immediately betrayed me.Six years.Six years of telling myself that leaving Damien had been the only sensible thing to do.Six years of convincing myself that whatever we had shared was something I needed to bury.Yet here I was. Standing in a stranger's hallway, listening to a woman talk about fighting for love.Mrs.

DamienAriana's lips moved against mine, and the small sound that escaped her nearly broke the last piece of restraint I had left.I wanted more. God, I wanted all of her.I pulled back slowly. Our foreheads nearly touched. Her breathing was uneven. So was mine. She kept her eyes closed."Ariana. Look at me."Her lashes lifted and she opened them fixing her beautiful eyes on me. The same eyes that had haunted me for years."We can't keep pretending we don't want this."She shook her head. "No.""Ariana—""We shouldn't." Her voice trembled.I reached up and cupped her cheek. "What do you want?""I can't." She said barely above a whisper.My jaw tightened.I knew what she meant. I knew what I had done to her.So I let her go. I stepped back. She climbed off the sofa, and I stood.I turned away. I needed to leave before I did something I would regret. However I only took a step forward when I felt her fingers closed around my wrist stopping me on my track though my back remained toward h