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The Impossible Decision
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CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON The Plan
Five Years Ago That night, I cried until my body ached. My mind kept racing, searching for a way out. How do I stop this?I couldn’t tell Asher. If I did, my parents would die. My father, my family—so many innocent lives were on the line. I loved my dad. I couldn’t be the reason he gets killed.So what do I do? What do I do?I spent the whole night searching. Google, TikTok, Instagram—I went through everything, looking for ideas, stories, and anything that could help me. But no one had a guide on how to escape an arranged mafia marriage to your boyfriend’s father.By the time morning came, I hadn’t slept at all. But I had an idea.I forced myself to act normal when Asher called me. I laughed, joked, and pretended nothing was wrong. I told him about a little diner outside the city—one of my favourite places. I loved their pancakes, and the cook was the sweetest old man.Asher was surprised I wanted to go all the way there, it was far from the city but it wasn’t anything suspicious. So
Last Updated : 2025-04-13CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON What's Going On
Asher exhaled sharply, his entire body tensing beneath me. "For fuck’s sake," he cursed, shoving me off his lap so suddenly I nearly stumbled back into my seat.Before I could react, he was already out of the car.I watched in shock as he ran a hand through his hair, pacing in the dim glow of the car lights. He cursed under his breath, his hands clenching into fists before he spun on his heel stalked toward the trees and disappeared into the darkness.I sat there, frozen.Confused. Scared.And then suddenly, tears started spilling down my cheeks.I don't know how long he was gone or how long I cried Before I even realized it, he was opening the car door.I hadn’t seen him pass by, hadn’t heard his footsteps. But there he was—pulling me into his arms, holding me close as I shook with silent sobs. His hand moved over my back, soothing me."Stop crying, please," he murmured against my hair. "Just stop. I’m sorry. I’m not mad at you, Ariella. I swear, I’m not mad at you."I clung to his
Last Updated : 2025-04-14CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON Ignoring Me
Five Years Ago His hand was on my throat—not squeezing, not choking. Just there. But it was trembling. He was trembling. His whole body had gone rigid, his eyes burning with something raw and dark. I had never seen him like this. "Don’t ever say that again," he growled. A cold chill ran down my spine. I nodded quickly, my breath hitching. But it wasn’t enough for him. "I want to hear it," he demanded. My lips parted, but nothing came out. He didn’t move, didn’t blink. The air between us felt suffocating. "I… I’ll never say it again," I finally whispered. Asher inhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling like he was trying to steady himself. Slowly, his hand dropped from my throat. He sat back in his seat, dragging a hand down his face, eyes shutting tight. I swallowed, my fingers brushing my neck. He hadn’t hurt me, not really. His palm had been warm, firm—but compared to his, my hand looked small. Fragile. I stayed frozen in place as he restarted the car, driving toward
Last Updated : 2025-04-15CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON You Know
I don’t know where I got the courage to answer him, but I did."If I know why you’re here,” I said, “you also know why. We both know why I wasn’t picking up calls, and we both know why you’re here. There, case solved.”“You think you’re smart like that, huh?”I smiled, even though I was nervous and scared. “I kind of, um...” I answered back with a smile.He let go of my chin as he took a step back, then started roaming around my room—touching things, peeking into my dresser, looking at my pictures. I got all red when he picked up the picture that was beside my bed—a picture of him. A picture I kissed before I went to sleep. A secret I was going to take to my grave.He looked at the picture, then gave me a look that made me go even redder—if that was possible—before his eyes turned back to the photo.“Handsome. Who is he?”“Just a guy,” I answered.He raised an eyebrow with a restrained smile.“Like... I have this huge crush on,” I said.He sighed as he came and sat beside me.Then he
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I reached for him, trying to pull him on top of me. But he stopped himself. He braced his hands on either side of my head, keeping his weight off me, his face just inches from mine. His voice was raw when he whispered, “Ariella, I—” But I wasn’t listening. I didn’t want to hear whatever excuse he was about to give. I didn’t care. So I pulled him harder toward me and kissed him, desperate, trying to burn away all the space he kept putting between us. He didn’t open up for me at first, but I kissed him harder, more insistently, until he groaned—low and deep—and finally gave in. His mouth moved against mine, and just like that, we were in sync again. It gave me strength. Hope. Maybe we were finally heading in the right direction. My fingers slipped into his hair, then down to his shoulders, massaging gently as the kiss deepened. Pulling him closer towards me. And then—a knock on the door. We both froze. My mom’s voice followed almost immediately from behind the door. “Ariella
Last Updated : 2025-04-17CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON Let Me Tell Him
I stayed in the bathroom long after my mom left. I wasn’t doing anything in there—I just didn’t want to be in the same room with her while she kept trying to convince me to break up with Asher. That wasn’t happening.I had a plan. And the plan was going to work. I hadn’t expected Asher himself to be the obstacle. I knew he loved me. I felt it. In the way he kissed me, the way he touched me, how his hands lingered when he held me. I thought that would be enough. I thought if I wanted it, he’d want it too—if not more.But he was hesitating. And that made it a problem.Still, I could see him slowly bending. I just needed to wait for the right moment—somewhere calm, somewhere private. Somewhere where no one could interrupt us.When I finally walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom, I called him. He didn’t pick up. For a moment, my heart sank. But then I remembered what he said earlier—his father had tasked him with something, and he had to work on it. So I told myself to relax. He’
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The room fell silent.Then my mom broke it, her voice softer now, but still sharp. “Ariella, be reasonable for once. I’m doing this for you. For your dad. For myself too, yes—but also for the entire Costa timeline. Didn’t we tell you everything? We laid it all out. Why are you being so stubborn?”I blinked at her, stunned. “I’m being stubborn? After everything you just said?” My voice trembled, not with weakness but with rage. “I thought you loved Dad. But now I’m really starting to question the love between the two of you. Have you ever loved him? Ever?”And that was when my father finally decided to speak.“Ariella,” he said gently.I turned to him, my chest tight. I was angry. I was sad. I was hurting for him—for the man who had always put his heart and soul into our family, only to sit through my mother’s words like that.But when I looked into his face, all I saw was… tiredness. Not sadness. Not hurt. Just quiet resignation. Like a man who had long made peace with things, he coul
Last Updated : 2025-04-19CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON A Good Thing
I woke up with a jolt, the phone still in my hand. The first thing I did was check the screen—still no calls. No texts. Nothing from Asher.A cold wave of panic washed over me.He should’ve called. Now I’m getting scared.We both know what he does. He doesn’t tell me specifically what he does, but we both know what he gets up to every day. It’s serious. He could be dead. He could be hurt. He could be in the enemy’s hands.Just to put it into a nutshell, I was scared. Scared for his life, wondering if he was okay—because this has never happened. He has never gone quiet on me for so long.But before anything, I rush towards my parents’ door and knock. Nobody answers.I open the door. There’s nobody inside.“What time is it?” I ask the room. Nobody answers.I start going down the stairs and hear voices coming from the kitchen.I get in and see my dad at the counter. My mom is making breakfast.I don’t even say good morning. I go towards my father, and the first thing I say is, “Where’s
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I cried.Not just with tears—but with sound, with trembling, with my whole body. The kind of crying that strips you bare and leaves you raw.My father pulled me into him, his arms strong and warm, wrapping me in a quiet shield. He didn’t say anything. He just held me, patted my back, and whispered things I couldn’t even hear through the roaring in my chest. The more he tried to soothe me, the more I broke. And I kept crying. Until there was nothing left.No tears. No words. Just silence.I sat there, staring at the nothing in front of me. Eyes open, but seeing nothing. Feeling everything.Then he spoke.“Whatever decision you make… you’re an adult now. Like I told you—I’m not afraid to die. The only thing I am scared of is to lose you, my precious baby girl.”His voice cracked a little, and it hurt to hear that.“Everything I’ve ever done has always been for you. I think about you before I think about anything else. So if you want to keep this baby… if you want to tell Asher… whatever
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My eyes widened to saucers. What do you mean? I asked, my voice small, trembling, as my eyes blinked rapidly—once, twice, too many times.My father looked at me, and there was nothing but sadness in his expression.“You’re very smart, Ariella,” he said quietly. “I think you can see it.”But I couldn’t.I didn’t.And now, hearing him say it, my mind began to race. Had I missed something? Was there a piece I hadn’t seen, a truth I hadn’t dared to believe?He took a breath, long and shaky. “I didn’t tell you everything about my meeting with the Don,” he admitted. “Because I didn’t want you to fear for your life. I didn’t want you to be scared.”My throat tightened. I swallowed hard.“I feel like a failure,” he said next. “I feel like I failed you. I feel like I failed your mom. I feel like I failed our family. What kind of father am I?”“Don’t say that,” I whispered, reaching for his hand and folding it into mine. “Don’t say that, Dad. Please, don’t. I’m so proud to be your daughter. I k
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Because beneath the sadness in Dad's face, beneath the anger, beneath the heavy emotion… was something worse.Disappointment.That was what broke me.I had wanted a reaction—but not this one. I didn’t know what to do with this. So I stood there, frozen, unable to move, just watching him as he walked out. Leaving me behind. Leaving me alone with my sobbing mother.My hand instinctively moved to my belly. I was holding it, cradling it.Just minutes ago, I’d been so happy. And now… now I was completely lost.When I realized I wouldn’t be getting any answers—not today—I quietly turned and walked toward the stairs. My mom kept sobbing and shouting behind me. I didn’t even register what she was saying. Her words were just noise.I walked upstairs. I walked into my room. And then I just sat down.I didn’t know how to feel. Didn’t know if I should be crying. Didn’t know what I should be doing.So I just sat there for a long time, staring out the window. Silent. Still.Lost.The house was eeri
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I was pregnant.I was holding the pregnancy test in my hand, staring at it like it might change.I was pregnant with Asher’s baby. My plan had come to fruition.I was finally going to be with him, just like it was supposed to be in the beginning. No more obstacles. No more waiting. This was our future. Our family.I couldn’t stop smiling.I wanted to run to Asher, tell him everything, let the joy explode between us—but I knew it had to wait. There was something I had to do first. Something that mattered just as much.I slipped the pregnancy test into the pocket of my jeans, took a moment to breathe, and walked down the stairs.Mom and Dad were in the living room.Dad was reading, Mom was watching TV, and her arms folded across her chest.I stepped inside, and I couldn’t hide it—the happiness lit up my face like sunlight. Mom noticed first. Her eyes snapped to mine, narrowing. She slapped her hand against Dad’s arm and then nudged him harder. They both turned toward me.“What is it, Ar
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I froze.“I… I just heard it,” I stumbled. “Maybe Mom told me. Or someone else. I don’t know...”He didn’t respond. Didn’t agree. Didn’t argue. Just watched me like he was working out a puzzle. I hated that look—it meant he knew something was off. I could have kicked myself.I rushed to change the subject. “Dad, I’m sure you have friends. After all, everyone knows I’m supposed to marry Asher. That has to count for something. There must be some kind of connection, some leverage. I just want to know he’s okay.”He looked at me, and I saw a mixture of things flash across his face—guilt, worry, uncertainty. He opened his mouth to say something, but then—My mother’s voice cut through the air.“Please don’t tell me you’re entertaining this.”We both turned toward her.“Have you been eavesdropping?” I accused.“I’m not eavesdropping. This is my house,” she snapped.I rolled my eyes. She ignored me and looked at my father. “You cannot keep entertaining her delusions. She’s supposed to brea
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I narrowed my eyes at my mother, stunned by what she had just said. “Are you serious?” I asked, my voice sharp with disbelief.“Of course I am,” she replied, her tone too casual for the conversation. “I mean, the bullet just didn't hit anywhere vital from what I hear. I’m sure he’s going to be fine. But if it had struck somewhere more critical… we could have been talking about something else right now. We wouldn’t even be worried about him anymore.”I stared at her, horrified. She didn’t just say that. She couldn’t have meant that.“Are you saying… are you actually wishing the bullet had hit his heart? Or his head? Do you wish he had died?” My voice shook as the words left me.“No, no, no,” she rushed to say, raising her hands like she could shove the words back in. “I would never say that. Why would I say that----- I didn’t say that.”But I saw it. It was there—in her eyes. That flicker of frustration. That relief that the situation almost solved itself. She did wish it. She wished
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“Ariella, listen to me,” Luca said, his tone light but sincere. “Seriously, I’m not even mad at you. I mean—okay—maybe I’m a little upset that the two of you decided to do the deed while I was next door.”I groaned, embarrassment washing over me all over again. He laughed, clearly trying to ease the tension.But then he got all serious, "Ariella,” he said, nudging my arm lightly. “Look, I kinda like that you have a backbone. You were fighting for the man you love. I know you love Asher. And Asher loves you. I love that you threatened me, honestly—it shows you’ve got fire. You’re going to be the queen one day. You’re gonna need that, aren’t you?”I managed a small smile and nodded.“But seriously,” he added, chuckling, “have pity on the poor guy. He was hurt, for God’s sake!”He started laughing again. And even though the mortification hadn’t worn off, I found myself laughing too—awkwardly, but still.“Okay,” he said, suddenly shifting gears, “let me sneak you back inside.”We moved qu
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I nearly felt like dying with mortification.On one side, there was the embarrassment—what we had just done, what Luca realized I had done, we had done. But on the other side, it was Asher’s life. The life I had put at risk. Just because I wanted to sleep with him. Because I wanted to get pregnant.But if he dies… then it would all be for nothing.I might not even get pregnant. Some people try to get pregnant for years and nothing happens. And I—what had I done? I had put his life at risk for a maybe.Tears started flowing. I didn’t even try to stop them.“I didn’t…” My voice cracked. “I am sorry.”I turned to look at Asher’s arm—the one I was holding—because I couldn’t bear to look at Luca’s face right now.'He had told me it was bad... He told me it only grazed his flesh. I didn’t know it was so bad.“It’s okay,” Luca interrupted me gently. “ He probably didn't want you to worry and made his condition seem better than it actually was.”He took a deep breath, then added, “Let’s not b
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It was only after we had both come down from our high that I realized how wet I was—how wet the bed was. The room was dark except for the faint glow of the moonlight seeping in through the window, but even in the dimness, I could feel it—the blood. Large amounts of it, sticky and warm against my chest, in my hands.Asher got off me, which made me whine softly.He asked, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”“I’m fine,” I said, grimacing as I tried to absorb the soreness and the sharp sting of pain that came with it.He collapsed beside me, and as I turned to look at him, I saw how drenched in sweat he was—how pale he was becoming. Then I saw the blood again and realized it was coming from his arm. And then it hit me—through all of it, while he was on top of me, kissing me, holding my hair, my neck, keeping me close—he had been using his injured arm. His shot arm.I winced as I sat up in the bed, suddenly aware of just how soaked I was. I had bled too. I glanced over at Asher—he had blood o
