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This Moment

Author: JacqueAuthor
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-06 23:17:47

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
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    ARIELLAAsher looked me straight in the eye… and then he said it.“I love you.”I blinked. Once. Twice. And froze.He didn’t flinch, didn’t stammer, didn’t try to soften the blow with explanations or apologies. He just said it. Calm. Clear. Certain.“I love you, Ariella,” he said again. “I have always loved you.”The world tilted beneath me. My lips parted, but no words came out.“That has never changed,” he continued, his voice low and steady. “That has never been in question. I love you. That’s the reason I’m here. That’s the reason I came back. That’s the reason I want you close. That’s the reason…”He paused, jaw tightening.“…even though I wanted to hurt you, I didn’t.”I shook my head, small and desperate. “No…” I whispered, barely able to breathe. “You don’t get to say that… not after everything…”But he nodded, like my resistance didn’t matter. Like the truth lived outside of my permission.“Yes, Ariella,” he said again. “I love you.”And just like that, just hearing those wor

  • CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON   You're Right

    ARIELLALater that night, I went back into my bedroom, the silence of the house weighing heavier than it had all day. I had realised something....no, accepted it.I couldn’t change what was coming.I couldn’t stop the inevitable.But that didn’t mean I was going to let it happen quietly. He wasn’t going to get to walk all over me, not this time. If he wanted a fight, I was going to give him one.I reached for the doorknob, bracing myself for the stillness of my bedroom, the solitude I’d been clinging to. But the moment I pushed the door open..... I froze.There was someone sitting on my bed.I let out a sharp squeal, my heart immediately jumping to my throat. And when I realised who it was, who it really was, I stopped that squeal from turning into a scream.It was Asher.Just sitting there.Like he belonged.Like he hadn’t dropped a bomb and vanished.My hand trembled against the door. My breath stuttered. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t stand. Didn’t even blink. Just sat there, elbows on h

  • CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON   His Reason

    ARIELLAI was so close.I was this close to telling Asher the truth. To finally getting rid of all this guilt, all this pain I’ve been dragging behind me like a curse.Because once I told him the truth, it would be his burden to carry. His decision to make. It would be on his side to decide if he wanted to carve a new path in his life, or bury the one we had.But as long as I’m the one holding everything, every thread of this story, every scar, every silence....then the truth, the guilt, the pain… they only get heavier.And God, I just wish I had blurted it out.Whatever the cost would’ve been.But I didn’t. And now it’s done. He’s gone.And I know when he comes back, there will be no room for talking. He won’t be coming to listen. He’ll be coming for action. To pick us up like luggage and drag us back to that prison. To that golden cage. And honestly, I didn’t even care that much for me. The only person it hurt me for was Leon.Because I’ve seen how happy he is here.He has friends.

  • CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON   My Child

    ARIELLAAsher gets off the stool slowly, like a man weighing violence in his bones. Then he raises a finger at me.Not to hit me. But the gesture cuts like a warning, like a slap in its own right.“I was right,” he says coldly. “Something did happen with you and a neighbor.... You kissed him.”His voice is calm in that dangerous way that always comes before the storm.“Which neighbor was it? I want to know.”He starts pointing vaguely toward our left. “It couldn’t have been the old guy over there.” He scoffs. “Was it that poor woman’s husband? Is that it?”I blink, stunned, not because he’s close to the truth, but because he’s so wildly off.And that’s when it hits me: whoever told him about it… didn’t tell him much at all. Maybe they were afraid. Maybe they wanted to protect me. Or maybe they just wanted to stir chaos without getting burned.Either way, he doesn’t know everything.And strangely, that doesn’t make me want to lie.“It wasn’t her husband,” I say quietly.“Then who was it

  • CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON   The Other Woman

    ARIELLAThe truth is, I'm nervous. I am so freaking nervous.I feel like this will not be a good conversation. I feel like this is it. This is the time that Asher tells me we're going back. This is it. I can feel it in every part of my body. And the last thing I want is to go back and be kept in a cage.....in a prison, in isolation.But I guess we're going to have this..... we're going to have this conversation. Even if I try to delay it today, it will probably just be later. Or tomorrow. So I know it has to happen. I remove my apron and begin putting things back. Yes, I’m stalling. Can you blame me?Before I go, I don’t sit next to him. I just take a chair at the kitchen island, facing him."What do you want to talk about?" I ask with a forced smile.He's quiet for a minute, watching me.He’s been watching me a lot. He thinks I don't see it, but I see it. I see him, the way he studies me, the way his eyes follow me. Almost like he's trying to make a decision about something.I just

  • CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON   He's Your Son

    ASHER“He is your son,” I say, my voice low but firm. “And you love him. So of course I know his name.”It’s all I can say. The only truth I can offer her right now.But she’s still bewildered. Still surprised. Her eyes stay wide, like she doesn’t know whether to cry or reach for me. Like she’s caught between relief and heartbreak.But I’m still angry. Still hurting. So I turn my back to her, walk to the door, and open it with more force than necessary. The cool air from outside rushes in, but it does nothing to soothe me.“I’ll be back,” I shout behind me, more for myself than for her.And then I just walk. Because if I stay, I might break. If I stay, I might say something I can’t take back. And I don’t want to release my anger on her, not tonight. Not when the truth is finally beginning to rise.Not anymore.I kept walking, ignoring Luca’s calls as they lit up my phone one after the other. I didn’t want to talk to him, not now. I knew if I picked up, I’d end up snapping at him, and

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