Three Divorces Later, The Mafia Princess Is Getting Married Again Chapter 06

Three Divorces Later, The Mafia Princess Is Getting Married Again Chapter 06

Dario’s POV:

Marcella laughed for a good while before wiping her eyes. “I just wanted an excuse to throw a massive party, so I told everyone I was getting married. It was just a joke, you didn’t actually buy it, did you?”

“We’ve been pulling pranks like this on each other for the last ten years, haven’t we?”

I couldn’t bring myself to smile. A sharp, physical pain flared in my chest.

I had divorced the woman I loved most in the world over a friend’s casual prank.

Recalling the absolute calm on Aurelia’s face when she signed those papers, panic began to claw at my throat.

I pushed Marcella away. “This joke went way too far. I need to get back to Aurelia right now!”

Marcella grabbed my arm, blocking me. “Dario! This is our party! What could possibly be more important than this?”

I stared down at her, a stark reality crashing over me. “Marcella, I’m sorry, but that co-op isn’t a gift for you. That was a lie I told just to comfort you. I’m sorry. The curtains and the chandelier are yours, and I’ll have them shipped to your cottage.”

“But you can’t live in the co-op anymore.”

“What? Are you kicking me out?” Marcella shrieked in anger. “We promised we’d be best friends for life!” She began to sob violently. “You’re willing to hurt me over some woman?”

“Aurelia is a true mafia princess, and she is my actual wife,” I said coldly. “You are just a friend.”

Marcella yelled back, “You call her a princess? Didn’t you always hate that about her?”

“Dario, how long are you going to keep up this act?”

“Her uncle used his title as Don to force you to be with her, and then he forced you to marry her. That’s why you planned to publicly dump her at the wedding — to brand her as a three-time discarded woman!”

“Because the one you actually love is me! Not that arrogant, vain princess!”

“No, no!” I stammered, desperation rising. “How could you misunderstand? The one I love has always been —”

Marcella whipped out a piece of paper. “This is the love letter you wrote me, complete with a pressed rose. Don’t try to deny who you really love!”

I recognized the letter instantly, and the realization hit me like lightning. That was a letter I had written for Aurelia! But when I heard she disliked roses, I threw the letter away without ever sending it.

“I love Aurelia,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “She is my wife…”

Marcella scoffed, “Then why did you divorce her so easily? She’s been divorced three times now. In the eyes of those old fossils in the Romano family, she has zero alliance value left. Her life is only going to get harder. If you actually loved her, how could you bear to let everyone look down on her?”

Marcella’s words tore through my mind like a hurricane.

Images of the past flashed before my eyes.

Years ago, I did have a crush on Marcella, finding her vibrant and confident.

But over time, my gaze had been completely stolen by Aurelia.

She was a lonely princess, wrapped in a mysterious, noble aura. Yet, she valued loyalty above all else, even when her friends were just two ordinary mafia soldiers.

For her friends, she used her immense status to secure a family inheritance.

For her friends, she willingly entered marriages and endured divorces.

Beneath that detached exterior beat a fierce, courageous heart. Anyone who

truly knew her would fall for her, and I was no exception.

Marcella was wrong. Aurelia’s uncle had never threatened me. I was the one who pursued her relentlessly.

I had shadowed her steps, showering her with diamonds and flowers, swearing I would never make her regret choosing me. I did everything in my power to prove I was more deserving of her than her two childhood friends.

Truth be told, I was fiercely jealous of Leandro and Silas. I envied the massive real estate they occupied in her heart.

So when Marcella announced her bachelorette party, I came up with the idea to fake a divorce to reclaim my bachelor status.

I didn’t do it for Marcella. I did it for myself.

I wanted to use the sting of temporary heartbreak to punish Aurelia, ensuring that from then on, her heart would belong entirely to me.

But now…

What had I done?

My chest burned with an agonizing fire.

If I was hurting this much, she must be in agony.

And yet here I was, wasting time on this island.

“No! No! I have to find Aurelia!” I screamed in agony. “She’s waiting for me!”

I shoved Marcella aside and sprinted down the dock, desperate to find a speedboat to take me back to the mainland. I finally spotted an unlocked boat, but as I neared it, the voices of Leandro and Silas floated off the deck.

“Where did that idiot Dario run off to? He didn’t actually go back for Aurelia, did he? What if she takes him back?”

“We need to push Dario and Marcella together fast. That’s what Marcella wants anyway. Besides, Aurelia will be too heartbroken to ever marry again after this.”

“That way, she’ll stay our friend forever.”