Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad

a's

ng on my hand, I became th

e. The applause echoed in the grand hall of the De Luca mansion, but a

t. My dream

nd whispered, "You look be

your father before, that's strange. He approved of our engagement without eve

"He's not a fan of social inte

ed to hide my

the one who arranged all of this. The venue, t

gain. Maybe Damian De Luca wa

phone buzzed in his pocket. He che

ing okay?

d to it quickly. I'll be back soon, ok

ondering what could

ook like a Di

me. She was dressed in a red silk dress, her heels cl

e and a mafia prince getting engaged to my

t more relaxed. Fiona always kne

g champagne, when I looked around and

seen Marc

e he's on a business call? Y

lowly. "Yea

t right in my chest. A w

st gonna check," I said

. "You sure? Don't go fu

"It's nothing like t

ways and closed doors. I walked past a few rooms,

.. I heard

oft

fro

from a

t the end of the hallway. It wasn't

t coul

my heels clicking against the marble

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ulled halfway down, her hands tangled in his hair. They

ldn't

d up. Our

ace we

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ned an

as about to run after me.

me Marco, I'm

the room and closes the doo

aughter and music from the engagement party felt like cruel backg

Ar

ice as I burst thro

eels clicking fast. "What

rest pillar, sobbing. "He...

went col

. "He was with another woman. I

herself. "That cheating basta

him. He

nd me. "You don't deserve th

ch something, but all I could

"You are not staying another

e tea while I curled up on the couch, staring at

he proposed," Fiona muttered. "He

ayed

out," she s

Wh

usic, drinks, ho

want to,"

not gonna cry all ni

my head.

Yes, you can. You're Aria Sinclair. You'

in, but another part... the hurt

od up

"That's my girl.

efore I opened my closet, my eye

ring diamon

it in my palm for a second... a

floor with a

hat, my fair

ever... but I had no idea it would