Three Divorces Later, The Mafia Princess Is Getting Married Again Chapter 07

Dario’s POV:

I froze in my tracks, unable to process the words filtering through the air.

Leandro and Silas, the men I called my brothers, were trying to force me into Marcella’s arms? They knew damn well that Aurelia was the love of my life.

They had actively encouraged me to reject Aurelia just so they could monopolize her friendship.

The ugly truth finally laid itself bare.

I remembered how unbothered they seemed when Marcella first brought up the island party.

And when I floated the idea of divorcing Aurelia, they had egged me on, reassuring me that she was used to signing divorce papers anyway.

I knew how brutally strict the Romano family was on women. Yet, in a fit of absolute blindness, I had still gone through with that horrific plan.

“You miserable sons of bitches!” I roared, lunging onto the deck and tackling them into a frenzy of flying fists. “You ruined my marriage! I fucking hate you!”

“We ruined it?” Silas spat, wiping a smear of blood from his lip as he fought back. “Did we put a gun to your head and force you to dump her?”

“You’ve made your bed anyway. A woman as proud as Aurelia will never take you back.”

“From here on out, we’re the only friends she has left.”

“You used her as a tool! I’m going to tell her everything, make her see what kind of snakes you really are!” I screamed, raining blows down on them.

Leandro laughed, entirely unfazed. “Go ahead and see who she believes—her ex-husbands or her lifelong friends!”

After the bloody brawl settled, the three of us dragged ourselves back to the

mainland and headed straight for the Romano estate.

A lavish gala was in full swing inside, the sounds of laughter, expensive perfume, and flowing liquor spilling out into the night. I noticed heirs from various syndicates chatting amiably in the gardens, though I had no clue what they were celebrating.

Leandro marched toward the entrance with his usual arrogance, only to be blocked by a wall of suits.

“You’re not on the guest list.”

Leandro blinked, stunned. “Look closer, pal. We’re Aurelia’s best friends. Tell her we’re here, she’ll be thrilled to let us in.”

“My apologies,” the guard replied, his tone entirely robotic. “You are not on the guest list.”

Leandro sneered, his temper flaring. “When Aurelia hears about this, she’ll have your head!”

A mocking laugh cut through the tension.

Katerina, a senator’s daughter, glided over with a cocktail in hand, eyeing Leandro with pure disdain. “The Voss family must be kicking themselves for naming you heir. You can’t even get past the front door.”

“Shut your running mouth,” Leandro snapped crudely.

“You only secured the backing to become heir because Aurelia backed you up,” Luna chimed in, stepping up without a hint of fear. “Without her, you’re just showing your true colors—lazy, weak, and stubborn. Word on the street is the Voss capos are already looking to replace you.”

Leandro’s face contorted with rage. “You’re spreading lies! I earned my spot through my own sweat and blood!”

“Is that so?”

A booming voice shattered his bravado from behind.

Before Leandro could even spin around to see who it was, a brutal backhan

sent him crashing into the dirt.

“You are an embarrassment to this family!” The man speaking was Leandro’s grandfather, an aging patriarch desperate to secure his legacy. The look he directed at his grandson was pure, unadulterated disgust. “Our casinos were just raided and locked down! And at the council meeting just now, our territories were handed over to another family!”

Leandro sat in the dirt, completely dazed.

He had wanted to be the heir so badly, but he lacked the achievements to back it up. So, he had begged Aurelia for help.

Aurelia had stepped in as his Consigliere, attending family summits as his wife, drafting business strategies, and exploiting legal loopholes to build his empire. That was the only reason the capos had respected him.

Over time, he had blinded himself to the fact that his entire career was just a gift from her.

A few feet away, Silas’s phone began vibrating violently with urgent alerts.

[Silas, why the hell are the Romanos locking us out of the gala? Aren’t you tight with the princess?]

[Silas, half our shipping partners just pulled out of our contracts. They said they only dealt with us on the princess’s orders, and since you’re out, they’re out. What did you do?]

[Silas, text me back right now! If you don’t fix this, your father is marrying you off to that psycho heiress!]

The blood in Silas’s veins ran ice-cold.

As a child, his own family had treated him like a disposable asset.

He had fled to the edges of the Romano estate, and meeting Aurelia had been the first ray of light in his miserable life. That was why he hadn’t hesitated to take a blade for her.

Later, to protect him from being milked dry by the Ferrante family, Aurelia had

In reality, Silas had wanted her to stay his wife forever.

But Aurelia insisted it was purely platonic, pushing for a quick divorce so they could both move on.

Silas had been consumed by bitterness because she didn’t love him. Hearing she was marrying Dario had driven him insane with jealousy.

Why him? Why give Dario the love she denied everyone else?

Dario used to chase after Marcella.

The only reason Dario even met Aurelia was because they introduced them, and then the bastard swooped in to court her.

Why did she choose a fickle piece of shit like Dario over someone entirely devoted to her?

So, Silas had secretly redirected Dario’s love letter to Marcella, though it failed to stop the wedding.

When Marcella cooked up the fake bachelorette party, he saw his opening for a new plan.

He wanted Aurelia to taste the sting of marital betrayal again, forcing her to realize that only Silas could be trusted.

Silas and Aurelia—best friends forever.

Silas frantically typed a reply: [Father, give me a moment. I’ll smooth things over with Aurelia right now…]

I watched their absolute panic unfold. Aurelia had seen through their masks and stripped them of everything, which they fully deserved.

But I felt no satisfaction. I just needed to see her.

Losing control, I screamed toward the estate gates, “Aurelia! I’m here to take you home!”

The outburst caused a stir, and a figure detached himself from the crowd, stepping past the gates.

“Aurelia won’t see you. Don’t waste your breath.” The man possessed striking sapphire-blue eyes. I recognized him instantly—the terrifying Benedetto.

“I prefer my wife’s eyes stay clean of filth,” Benedetto added casually.

“Your wife? No! She’s not your wife! How could she marry someone else so fast?” Infuriated, I lunged at him, only to be slammed face-first into the pavement by his security detail. “No! You can’t be married!”

“See for yourself. Our marriage certificate,” Benedetto said, dangling the cruel reality right above my eyes. “City Hall always keeps an express lane open for the Romano family.”

“Consider the three of you officially discarded.”

“Now, vanish from her life.”