Chapter nine Marco's manipulation

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• Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad    Chapter Sixty Two

  Lyla’s lips parted, her voice shaky. “W–What are you talking about, Marco? How dare you accuse me of something like that?” Marco’s eyes didn’t waver. “You better not be involved in it.” “In what?” she snapped, but her voice trembled. “In whatever this is,” he said coldly, stepping closer. “This thing, this Serpent’s Order, 0whatever it is, it’s not normal. And if I find out you had even the slightest connection to the people who harmed Aria…” He leaned in, voice low and dangerous. “…you can’t imagine what I’ll do to you.” Lyla’s expression shifted. Anger flared beneath her fear. “Are you threatening me now?” Marco gave her a humorless smile. “I’m not threatening you, Lyla. I’m warning you.” He took a step back. “You’re my cousin. Don’t make me forget that.” With that, Marco turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing down the hall. Lyla stood frozen for a moment, her pulse pounding. Then she hurried to her room, slamming the door shut behind her. She sank onto her bed, h

• Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad    Chapter Sixty One

  The silence in the De Luca estate was deceptive. Damian stood by the tall window of his study, arms crossed, eyes narrowed as he stared into the night. His reflection in the glass looked like a ghost, haunted, burdened, unrelenting. It had been hours since the intruder escaped. His men had scoured the streets, docks, abandoned warehouses, and underground tunnels, but there was no trace. It was as if the man had evaporated into thin air. It made no sense. He was injured. He shouldn't have been able to move, let alone escape undetected. Unless… he had help. The thought dug at him. A knock at the door broke through his thought. It opened without waiting for a response. “Don,” Matteo stepped inside, his expression grim. “Still no sign.” Damian didn’t speak for a moment. He turned slowly, his eyes sharp. “I want all surveillance footage within a ten-mile radius of this estate pulled. I want every known smuggler, rogue medic, black-market peddler, anyone who could have hel

• Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad    Chapter Sixty

  Lyla blinked at him, stunned. “What?” Marco didn’t move. His eyes stayed on hers, unmoving. “You heard me.” For a moment, she just stared, confused, disbelieving. “Marco… what are you even saying right now? Why would you—how could you even think that?” “I’m asking,” Marco said, stepping into the room and quietly shutting the door behind him. “Because something about all of this doesn’t make sense.” Lyla straightened, her voice rising. “You think I did something to her?” “I don’t know,” he said flatly. “That’s why I’m asking.” She let out a shaky laugh, the kind people make when they’re trying not to cry. “That’s ridiculous. I was terrified when she started screaming. I didn’t even know what was happening—none of us did!” Marco’s gaze didn’t soften. “You were terrified, yes. But you were also the only one who didn’t move. You just stood there. Frozen. You looked… different.” “I was in shock, Marco!” she snapped. “What was I supposed to do? Jump in and wrestle her down w

• Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad    Chapter fifty nine

  The air in the room was tense. Aria lay motionless on the bed, her breathing shallow but steady. Damian sat beside her, his eyes fixed on her pale face, still damp with sweat. Marco stood near the door, arms crossed, his brows furrowed in concern. Lyla lingered quietly in a corner, shaken by what she'd witnessed — Aria’s sudden outburst, the guttural scream, the chaos. Moments later, the doctor arrived, a middle-aged man with graying temples and calm eyes. He carried his medical bag and moved swiftly to Aria’s side. “She fainted,” Damian said without looking away from her. “I want a full check-up. Now.” The doctor nodded and began his examination, checking her vitals, reflexes, eyes, and breathing. He opened his bag, pulled out a small flashlight, and tested her pupils. Then he placed a stethoscope against her chest and listened carefully. Damian stood behind him, arms folded, a storm of thoughts brewing in his mind. After several minutes, the doctor straightened. “She’s physica

• Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad    Chapter Fifty Eight

  Damian sat behind his massive desk in the dimly lit study, Aria seated quietly beside him. He glanced at his phone and pressed Matteo’s number. “Send Lyla here. I want to ask her a few questions.” Minutes later, the door opened gently, and Lyla stepped in, her expression composed but cautious. “One of your guards told me you called, Don,” she said politely, her voice steady. Damian nodded. “Yes, thank you for coming. Please, sit down.” Lyla took the seat across from him, folding her hands calmly on her lap. “I want to talk about your birthday party,” Damian began, his tone even. “The people who came — did you know all of them?” Lyla shrugged slightly. “I only invited my friends. I don’t recall any strangers.” Damian pulled up the CCTV footage on his tablet and showed her the moment where a man with a low cap touched Aria’s back. “Do you recognize this man?” he asked, watching her carefully. Lyla’s eyes narrowed slightly as she studied the screen. “No, I don’t. His face isn’t

• Falling For My Ex's Mafia Dad    Chapter fifty seven

  Damian stood over the battered intruder, his piercing gaze locking onto the man’s face as beads of sweat dripped down his bruised skin. The faint flicker of the dim basement lights cast harsh shadows that danced across the walls, turning the scene into something sinister and heavy with unspoken threats. Damian’s jaw clenched tightly, but his voice remained calm, cold, measured. “Why her? Why target Aria?” he demanded. “What makes her so important to you?” The man coughed, struggling to stay conscious as the pounding in his head grew worse. A cruel, almost mocking chuckle escaped his cracked lips. “Because… she’s close to you,” the intruder rasped, voice barely audible. “You’re the real prize, Damian. She’s just… the door.” Damian’s eyes narrowed sharply, his heart skipping a beat despite himself. “When was the mark put on her?” he asked again, his voice lower but filled with urgency. The man’s eyes fluttered, his breathing ragged. His lips quivered as if struggling to push out th