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 

1. 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.”