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Chapter One My happiest day turns to a nightmare.

Aria's Pov “The moment he put the ring on my hand, I became the happiest woman on earth.” I stared at the sparkling diamond on my finger, barely able to breathe. The applause echoed in the grand hall of the De Luca mansion, but all I could focus on was Marco, his smile, his strong hands, his warmth. This was it. My dream come true. He leaned down slightly and whispered, “You look beautiful Aria, so beautiful.” I blushed. “Thank you. Everything is perfect, Marco… but I haven't even met your father before, that's strange. He approved of our engagement without even meeting me. And now I can't see him here either. Why isn’t your father here?” His smile faltered just a bit. “He’s not a fan of social interactions. Doesn’t like crowds.” “Oh…” I tried to hide my disappointment. “But,” Marco added, squeezing my hand, “he was the one who arranged all of this. The venue, the food… He wanted it to be special for you.” That made my heart flutter again. Maybe Damian De Luca wasn’t

Chapter Two Drunk in love with a strange man

Aria's POV The pulsing beat of the music hit Aria in the chest the moment she stepped into the club. It was exactly as Fiona had described, maybe even more intense. Dim, sultry lighting washed everything in shades of crimson and violet. Bodies moved rhythmically on the dancefloor, some pressed too close, almost indecent. Laughter echoed, glasses clinked, and the smell of perfume, alcohol, and sweat created a heady mix that clung to the air. “Okay, wow,” Aria muttered, eyes scanning the club. “I told you,” Fiona grinned. “This place is for forgetting.” They slid into a corner booth near the bar. A waitress with fishnet stockings and a leather skirt came over, and Fiona ordered them both cocktails. Aria didn’t wait, she took the glass as soon as it hit the table and downed it in one go. “Aria!” Fiona hissed. “Slow down.” “Don’t start,” Aria said, waving for another drink. “I need to erase Marco from my system.” “Getting blackout drunk won’t fix betrayal.” “Maybe not. B

Chapter Three The Dark Encounter

Aria's POV Damian smirked, tilting his head just a little. That smirk wasn’t kind, it was wicked. "You look young. What’s your name?" "Aria." "And how old are you, Aria?" "Twenty-four." He chuckled, but it wasn’t amused. It was low and laced with warning. "You’re drunk, Miss Aria. You don’t know what you’re doing. You should go home and sleep this off." He turned to leave. I reached out, grabbing his hand. My fingers trembled slightly. He paused and looked at my hand, then at me. Embarrassed, i let go of him. "I really do want you. Please." Damian took a breath, like he was trying to be patient. "Listen. You're drunk, okay? I don't do things with drunk little girls." "I’m not a little girl. I'm a grown woman. One who knows exactly what she wants." He arched a brow. "Really?" "Yes" "And i am the one you want" damian said with a smirk. "Yes you are" Aria responded immediately. He stepped closer, lifted my chin with two fingers. His touch sent electric s

Chapter Four A night I won't forget

Aria's Pov He kissed me again, harder. My mouth opened for me, and our tongues met in a fiery clash that sent shivers down both our spines. His hand traced the curve of my breast, and he felt my body respond immediately, my nipples hard, sensitive to every touch. I moaned softly into his mouth as he cupped me, teasing me slowly through the thin fabric. My back arched, pushing myself closer to him, silently begging for more. I couldn’t breathe. Not because i was suffocating, but because every part of me was alive. His lips, his touch, his body pressing into mine, it was too much and not enough at the same time. When his hands slid lower, teasing me with skill and purpose, I lost it. My body moved on its own, grinding slightly against him. The pressure, the heat, it was maddening. He pulled away just enough to meet my eyes again. “You're driving me insane, Aria.” “Then don’t stop,” I whispered. “Please... don’t stop.” His hand moved behind my neck, pulling me into another heat

Chapter Five Who is Marco's Father?

Aria's Pov Fiona blinked. “Wait… what? You want to marry Mr. De Luca?” “Yes.” “You’re insane. You want to marry a man twice your age just to get back at Marco?” Aria shrugged, eyes blazing. “I don’t care. He ruined my life, and now I’ll ruin his.” Fiona grabbed both of Aria’s shoulders, trying to shake some sense into her. “Listen to yourself! You have a future, Aria! Don’t throw it all away because of a man who isn’t worth it!” Aria’s expression didn’t waver. “It’s not just revenge. It’s power. I’ll make sure he never forgets the mistake he made.” With that, she turned on her heel and stormed into the bathroom. Fiona sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her temples. “This girl is crazy…” Within minutes, Aria emerged, dressed in a tight black gown that clung to her curves like a second skin. It dipped dangerously low in the front, revealing just enough cleavage to make any man lose control. “You’re seriously going through with this?” Fiona asked, but Aria didn’t rep

Chapter six Aria agrees to marry Damian

Aria's Pov “I made a mistake” she blurted out, desperation creeping into her voice. “I didn’t think—” “You wanted to marry me,” he said, a cold edge returning to his voice. “Was that your brilliant plan, sweetheart?” She shook her head. “It was a mistake. A huge one.” He pressed his palm against the wall beside her head, caging her in. His body was close, too close, and her thoughts blurred. Then, just as suddenly, he leaned in to kiss her. But Aria turned her face at the last second and bolted. Her heels clicked frantically as she ran through the hallway, past the confused guards, and out of the mansion. Damian stood still, watching her escape, a bitter smirk tugging at his lips. “Interesting,” he murmured to himself. The ride home felt like a blur. The city lights outside the taxi window spun like stars in a galaxy of regret. She held her chest, trying to calm her racing heart. As soon as she reached the front door, Fiona opened it. Aria didn’t speak. She walke

Chapter seven Aria comes to the De Luca mansion

The early morning sun cast a soft golden hue over the De Luca estate. A sleek black car purred quietly in the driveway, waiting patiently. Inside, Aria stood by the entrance with her suitcase by her side, her eyes slightly puffy from lack of sleep. She turned and hugged Fiona tightly. “Take care of yourself,” Fiona whispered into her ear, squeezing her a little longer than usual. “You too,” Aria replied softly, pulling back with a faint, brave smile. “Thank you for everything.” "Try not to get yourself killed" Fiona said and they both laughed. "I'll leave now" Aria said. Fiona nodded, trying not to look too emotional. Aria picked up her suitcase and walked out. The driver opened the door for her, and without a word, she slid into the back seat. The car pulled away, leaving the comfort of Fiona’s care behind, driving her straight into the lion’s den. Back at the De Luca mansion, Marco sat at the long breakfast table, his fingers drumming against the edge of his glass, sha

Chapter eight The Lion's Den

Aria’s breath hitched at the question Damian asked. “Why didn’t you tell me you were with my son?” The words echoed in the silence of the study like a detonated bomb. Her throat went dry. Damian’s voice had been calm, too calm, but his eyes burned with quiet, calculated fury. She stood frozen near the door, her heart thundering in her chest. Damian stood across the room, a glass of scotch in his hand, but his posture was tense, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful. “I—I didn’t think it mattered,” Aria finally managed, barely above a whisper. “Didn’t matter?” he echoed, stepping toward her, each word laced with venom. “You came to me with a marriage proposal, Aria. And all that time, you conveniently forgot to mention you were once engaged to Marco?” “You thought it didn’t matter?” he repeated, voice low and dangerous. “That you were sleeping with my son before marrying me?” Her knees weakened. “It wasn’t like that...” “Then how was it, Aria?” he snapped, the

Chapter nine Marco's manipulation

Aria sat on the edge of the bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. The grand room felt suffocating, despite its elegance. Her tears soaked into the satin fabric of her dress as silent sobs wracked her body. This wasn’t revenge. This was defeat. She had come here with a plan, to make Marco suffer, to make him feel even a fraction of the pain he caused her. But somewhere along the line, everything had spiraled out of control. She hadn’t just walked into the lion’s den, she had chained herself to it. Now she was Damian De Luca's wife. Legally, permanently, publicly. The very thought sent a wave of dread through her chest. Was this how she was going to live now? Trapped in a loveless marriage with a man who despised her very existence? She sniffled, shaking her head. This was a mistake. A horrible, life-ruining mistake. Her mind flashed back to Fiona’s voice the day before she came here. "Aria, please think this through. Revenge isn't worth destroying your life.

Chapter Ten Damian's anger

Aria stood frozen, she pulled away from Marco's grip. She slowly walked over to the door, her hand hovering above the doorknob. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, the sound of the knock still echoing in her ears. Her eyes darted toward Marco, who now looked at her with concern, or was it amusement? “What if it’s Damian?” she whispered, panic rising in her voice. Marco’s smirk faded. “Then we’re both dead,” he said casually, folding his arms. “You should probably answer it.” Aria shot him a glare and slowly turned back to the door. She opened it a crack, peering outside. Relief washed over her when she saw it was just a maid. “Mrs. De Luca,” the maid said with a polite smile. “Are you alright?” “Yes,” Aria replied quickly, trying to calm her voice. “I’m fine.” The maid handed her a black gift bag. “This is for you. From Mr. Damian De Luca.” Aria blinked, confused. “From… him?” The maid nodded. “Yes, ma’am. He said to make sure you received it before he got back

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