Three Divorces Later, The Mafia Princess Is Getting Married Again Chapter 05

Three Divorces Later, The Mafia Princess Is Getting Married Again Chapter 05

A dark premonition settled over him, a heavy sinking feeling that he was losing something irreplaceable.

Aurelia had been raised under the strict, uncompromising rules of the Romano family, yet she had just been divorced three times. Would her own people look down on her?

Leaving her alone at the Romano estate suddenly felt like a terrible mistake.

But Silas’s voice cut through the receiver.

“This is the party Marcella has been looking forward to the most. What the hell are you waiting for?”

“Marcella’s eighteenth birthday wish was to go to an island for a bachelorette party before she gets hitched. Once she’s married, we won’t get another chance like this.”

Dario frowned. “But I just saw Aurelia holding hands with some other bastard. The whole wedding is still going on.”

“Oh, come on, she’s probably just messing with you to make you jealous,” Silas scoffed on the other end. “You tricked her into a third divorce. Can’t you let her play a little prank back?”

“If you fall for it, you’re an idiot.”

“She’s playing a prank on me?” Dario repeated, his hesitation melting away. “Right. Our divorce was just a joke anyway. As soon as Marcella’s party is over, I’ll make Aurelia my wife properly…”

Marcella’s cloying voice drifted through the line. “Hurry up! You better be on the island before sunrise! I’m waiting for you!”

A swell of affection washed over Dario. He took one last look at the powerful mafia figure standing shoulder-to-shoulder with me, let out a sharp breath,

and hung up the phone, walking away.

I watched Dario’s retreating figure, my heart utterly devoid of emotion.

Turning to my new groom, I offered an awkward smile and flashed my divorce papers. I tilted my head. “You knew about my track record before agreeing to this alliance, right?”

Benedetto blinked slowly. He tilted his head in exact imitation of me. “And you’ve surely heard the rumors about how ruthless I am?”

A genuine laugh escaped my lips.

The streets called Benedetto a volatile boss, a man possessing a level of cunning and cruelty that far exceeded the norm. He carried the blood of European aristocracy while rising as a terrifying new star in the American underworld. But to me, he just seemed interesting.

Benedetto glanced down at the papers in my hand. “You’re a very professional lawyer. You didn’t let yourself get screwed over at all.”

“He’s an ex,” I replied smoothly. “Why should I look out for him?”

We glided gracefully across the floor, and for the first time, I found myself looking forward to married life with this man.

Dario’s POV:

I used to think that throwing a bachelorette party on a private island with lifelong friends was the ultimate promise of loyalty.

So when my dear friend Marcella was supposedly getting married, I felt I had no choice but to push Aurelia away just to maintain my bachelor status for the trip.

I hurried to the island.

Marcella stood right on the dock, the ocean breeze whipping her white sundress around her like a princess.

Yet, a sudden image of Aurelia flashed through my mind. Aurelia was the true mafia princess; no matter how many times she divorced, her innate nobility never wavered.

Leandro and Silas were waiting nearby, flashing easy smiles. “Look who finally made it. Marcella’s been waiting forever.”

Aurelia never knew that Leandro, Silas, and I had always kept up a tight-knit brotherhood. For the past ten years, the three of us had sworn a blood oath to protect Marcella. I truly believed our bond was as solid as steel.

“Dario!” Marcella ran into my arms. “I was starting to think that if you showed up late, I’d never forgive you.”

“Will this make up for it?” I asked, pulling out a diamond necklace.

Marcella’s eyes lit up instantly. She snatched the necklace with pure delight.

Watching her celebrate, I secretly resolved to buy an even more breathtaking piece for Aurelia later.

I smiled. “Marcella, I haven’t even congratulated you on the wedding. We haven’t met the guy yet. Who is he? What family is he from?”

Marcella blinked, her expression entirely innocent. “Wedding? Who’s getting married?”

The air instantly froze.

My smile died on my face. “Aren’t you getting married? Isn’t this your bachelorette party?”

Marcella burst out laughing.

She covered her mouth, bending over with giggles. “I was just kidding!”