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The Prom
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2025-04-10 15:01:47
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CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON Seeing Him Again
Five years AgoThat must have been, the end for us. I tried calling him. He never picked up.And so, I did what everybody said—I moved on.It was just a prom date. He just took me because, maybe, he probably felt sorry for me or whatever. I didn’t know his reasons. But that didn’t mean we were ever getting close, and it definitely didn’t mean we were getting married any day soon.So, I tried to forget him.Of course, there was still news about him. Stories about his arguments with his father, because supposedly, he blamed his father for his mother’s death. And then, there was the talk of him coming back every now and then.When I turned 18, he was 21.I had just turned 18, and a lot of our friends—had either been proposed or already had arranged marriages. I didn’t have any prospects yet. I didn’t know if I even wanted any.~~~~We were at my cousin’s wedding. She was 19, and this was my first wedding. My mother told me I needed to attend so I could be prepared, and maybe someone migh
Last Updated : 2025-04-11CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON The Don's Visit
Five years AgoAs we waited for the outcome, my mother and I sat together in silence. Then she spoke, her voice laced with curiosity."It’s strange," she murmured. "The Don coming to our home? Even if you were the one getting married, it should have been your father who went to his house. This… this is a sign of great respect toward our family."I glanced at her, surprised. My mother and I had always had a complicated relationship—a love-hate dynamic, a result of the fact that she had always wanted a son. Instead, she got me. That disappointment lingered in her, always somewhere beneath her words, her glances, and the way she treated me.But ever since talks of my engagement to the Don’s son began, something shifted inside her.For the first time in my life, she actually paid attention to me.She started giving me approval, she even acted interested in my life. It was little things like helping me pick out dresses for my dates with Asher. She would sit beside me, actually interested i
Last Updated : 2025-04-11CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON The Impossible Decision
Five Years Ago"I'm sorry, honey, but you're going to marry the Don." The world around me blurs. "You mean Asher's father?" My voice was barely a whisper. "You mean the father of the man I have been spending all this time with? The man you allowed me to date? The man I’ve fallen in love with? The man who loves me? The man I want to spend my life with? That man's father?" Neither of them spoke. I took a step back, shaking my head. "Is that what you're saying?" My mother exhaled as if she was explaining something to a child. "Ariella, listen, this is good for our family. We’re moving up the ranks. Your father will gain power. Our family will gain respect. Your children will be royalty." "Shut up, Mom!" I snapped, my voice cracking. She gasped as if I had slapped her. Okay, maybe I had—just not physically. I turned to my father. "Does Asher know?" He wouldn't look at me. "Does Asher know I'm supposed to marry his father?" My hands were trembling. "Did you at least have the dece
Last Updated : 2025-04-12CLAIMED 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
Last Updated : 2025-04-16CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON For Your Good
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 : 2025-04-17
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CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON Lifted Pressure
He should have. This felt amazing. He lowered himself between my legs, and I opened them for his strong body without hesitation, loving the feel of his powerful, warm body on top of me. He cupped both of my breasts with his hands, squeezed lightly, never taking his eyes off me—nor did I take mine off him. The sight of this man touching me turned into a mess of need.Kneading my breasts gently, he lavished my nipples with attention, kisses, licks, and sucks until I was panting. Without thinking, I wrapped my legs around him and pushed my centre against his stomach, needing friction. My wetness coated the firm muscles and caused Asher to groan low in his throat. His eyes flashed with triumph and hunger. His mouth worked my breasts with even more fervour until I was close to losing my mind with the need for release. I kept rubbing myself against Asher's abs almost desperately, but it wasn’t enough—not nearly enough. I needed more but wasn’t sure how to say it.I made a small impatient s
CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON Last Night
I tiptoed towards him, hoping to catch him by surprise and hug him from behind. But he wasn’t on alert. He didn’t resist. He didn’t even flinch. It was as though he had expected me all along. I slipped my arms around him and rested my head against his back, swaying him gently. I could feel his smile as he tilted his head slightly to touch my forehead.Then he turned around slowly, taking my arms in his hands, and bringing them to his lips. He kissed them softly, then kissed my forehead, and finally wrapped me into his embrace, holding me against his chest.“I know you're upset the day is over,” he said, his voice warm and soft above me, “but this is just one of the many days we’re going to be spending together. Because once I marry you, you won’t have to ask for anybody’s permission. You’ll be mine, and I’ll be yours—in every sense of the word. And we’ll get to have this time, just the two of us, every day.”He tipped my head up gently so I could look into his eyes, so he could see my
CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON This Moment
When Asher arrived, I didn’t have to fake a smile. I didn’t have to pretend to be happy—because I truly was. I had missed him. Deeply. Desperately.The feelings rushing through me were raw and real.I had been waiting downstairs after my mom left my room, too restless to stay still. And the moment his car pulled into the driveway, I didn’t hesitate. I threw the front door open and ran to him.He stepped out just in time to catch me in his arms, and I wrapped myself around him like I never wanted to let go. He held me tighter than I expected as if he needed this moment just as much as I did.I was so overwhelmed, that I cried.In his arms, everything ceased to exist. I didn’t have to think about choices or decisions. I didn’t have to think about the heartbreak waiting just around the corner. All that mattered was this—this moment, this man, this feeling.It had been almost a month since I’d seen him, and I hadn’t realized how much I’d been missing him until I was with him again. Being
CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON Avoiding Him
My chest tightened.Asher.I swallowed hard, trying to relax my stiff shoulders. But I couldn’t. Not after hearing Asher’s name roll so carelessly off Domenico’s tongue.How could you bring Asher into this? I wanted to scream. How could he be okay with any of this?Domenico cleared his throat, casual and composed. “I came here to see you because I thought it would be appropriate for us to meet before our engagement.”I cringed at the word engagement, but I masked it with a tight, polite smile.He continued, voice smooth. “I also thought we should talk about my son.”My stomach dropped.There was an awkward pause before my mother gently nudged me.“Yes,” I answered quickly, forcing my voice to stay steady.“I thought we were under the same understanding,” he said, eyes narrowing slightly. “That you were supposed to have broken up with him by now.”“I—” My lips parted, but nothing came out. “Yes, I was going to.....""But just this morning, I spoke to him, and he was… excited. He said h
CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON Keep Him Waiting
That night, when Asher called, I couldn’t bring myself to pick up. I didn’t want to fall into the same pattern I had before—ignoring him to get him to give me what I wanted. But tonight, I just... couldn’t.When I woke up the next morning, my phone was full of missed calls and messages from him. I finally called him back, forcing myself to sound normal, to enjoy the time we still had. Because deep down, I knew the truth—this wouldn't last. The next time I saw him, I’d have to break his heart.So I told myself to hold on to this moment. To Enjoy these few more days. Pretend it was still us. Pretend I wasn’t about to shatter everything.He was so excited. Said he was getting a swing for his arm now that the metal had been removed. He could finally move more freely. He said he’d come to see me soon—really soon. The way his voice lit up, the way he spoke like we were about to go back to how things used to be... it broke something in my heart.I dreaded that day.When I went downstairs for
CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON No Choice At All
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
CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON The Wrong Move
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
CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON My Babby
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
CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON Pregnant
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
