บททั้งหมดของ CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

ASHERDinara didn’t answer. She just kept looking at me, shaking her head, trembling like a leaf in the storm.“I need answers, Dinara,” I said, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “If what you’re saying means he raped you, then you’d better speak now. And if that’s the truth, know this....I don’t tolerate rapists in my family. Never have. Never will. I’ve killed plenty of them since I took power. Quietly, of course. But the rumors? They spread. They always spread. So if that’s what Dominic is, I want to know.”That was when Dominic snapped.“Dinara!” he barked, her name tearing out of him like a whipcrack. His anger filled the room, but when she didn’t respond. When she kept her wide eyes locked on me instead of him, his voice shifted. Softer. Almost pleading.“Dinara...”This time, she turned to him. And I swear..... I didn’t know what passed between them in that moment. I didn’t know her that well, not really, nor the language they had built between stolen hours and

ASHERI stared at him, heat boiling inside me. “I’m just curious right now, Luca. Why don’t you want me to be with Ariella? I mean, I know this is your hereditary thing, you wanting me to stay with Dinara, but we both know there’s nothing there. Nothing real. I love Ariella. You know this."I sighed, getting frustrated." You know what Ariella means to me. So why do you want me out of my son’s life? Why did you keep me away from him for so long? I tried to forgive you for that. I really did. But this?” I leaned forward, my voice cutting through the air. “You’re trying to convince me my son isn’t mine. You’re trying to keep me away from him. It won’t work, Luca. It just won’t.”His jaw tightened. He shook his head firmly. “You know I wouldn’t do that to you. You know I wouldn’t do that to your son.”“And I thought so too,” I snapped. “Until this happened. I thought about hurting you when I found out you knew about my son. I might have done something drastic had it not been for the Al

ASHERWhen I went back home that night, I was drunk and angry. Those were the only feelings I could manage....rage burning through the alcohol and alcohol burning through the rage. I wanted to fight. I needed to fight. I even called Luca back, dared him to show up so I could land the blows that were burning in my fists. But Luca… he knew me too well. He stayed away because he knew it wasn’t really him I wanted to destroy.So I stumbled back home, hoping maybe I could drown the fury in my bed. Maybe if I slept, it would end with the hangover. Maybe if I heard Ariella’s voice, her steady voice, her calm words, I could find my balance again.But I couldn’t call her. What was I supposed to say? Ariella, Luca put papers in front of me saying Leon isn’t mine. Ariella, my best friend, is tearing me apart. Ariella, I’m not strong enough to look at the truth.I wanted to pour every drop of frustration out, to bleed it into her voice and let her patch me back together. But I couldn’t do it.Be

ASHERI just sat there, staring into nothing, my heart aching so badly it felt like it had hands squeezing it from the inside. My stomach hurt too. I hadn’t eaten since last night, and the whiskey I’d been drinking since morning was burning its way through me like acid.And then it hit me.Ariella’s dad had died a few months after her supposed death, but her mother was still alive. And I had been a frequent guest in that house, a familiar face at their table. Ariella’s mother had always been warm toward me.....at first.The thought stabbed me so sharply I had to sit forward, elbows on my knees, gripping my head..... She knows.Ariella’s mother knows something about this agreement. She has to.My mind pulled me back, unwilling but relentless, to the early days with Ariella. Her mother had loved me. She had adored me. She would bend over backwards just to make me comfortable when I visited. But then, suddenly, something changed.After my father went to meet Ariella’s parents to talk abo

ASHER I felt something inside me snap. It was sudden, like a cord pulled too tight. I was breathing heavily on that sofa, staring, unable to move my eyes away from Mrs. Costa as she spoke. “Ariella was pregnant?” I asked, my voice sounding strange even to me. My chest felt tight, my mind racing. Emotions clawed at my control, but I knew I had to steady myself. I had to hold it together. “Yes,” she said, her tone bitter, almost resigned. “She was pregnant. Trying to get herself annihilated. Nobody would want to marry a pregnant woman with another man's child. She would have been done. That’s why we had to move the wedding forward.” I froze. "The wedding… There was no wedding. I was supposed to marry her." “No,” she continued, her voice sharp. “Your father knew the moment you found out that Ariella had been with someone else, that he was going to marry her. He knew you would drop her like hot liquid. But Ariella… she was stubborn.” Her eyes narrowed, and I felt the weight of her