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!”