All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

ASHERIn the morning, when I woke up, I found Dinara in surprisingly high spirits. She wasn’t giving me hate looks anymore, but she had prepared breakfast....and she actually tried to coax me into eating, as if I were about to drop dead from food poisoning.I’m never going to eat anything in this house ever again.“I’m in a hurry,” I told her, already heading toward the front door.But she ran after me.“I’m sorry, Dominic,” she said, her voice soft but urgent. “I’m sorry, okay? I just hope there’s a way we can get back to being us. What about this Sunday? What do you say?” She tried to sound casual, but there was an edge of desperation. “We can… we’ve been adjusting, moving toward finding ourselves. We can talk about our marriage, talk about our problems, all the things that have been roadblocks. And maybe… maybe our marriage can actually try to get back to that place we were building before.”I stopped, looking at her. “You mean… back to where you fucked me and my young brother? Is

ASHERI kept a much closer eye on Dinara and Dominic after my talk with Luca. Dinara seemed eager to push their plan forward quickly, wanting it done before things in the famiglia truly settled. Dominic, though, still hesitated; he kept stalling, trying to push whatever they were planning further down the line.That Saturday morning, I woke early, went to the kitchen, made my own coffee, and just sat there. I knew they thought I’d left already by then; I rarely stayed at the house these days.I heard them before I saw them, their voices light and happy, Dinara’s laugh ringing out like she didn’t have a care in the world. But the moment they stepped into the kitchen and saw me sitting there, they froze. Dinara’s smile dropped, Dominic’s shoulders stiffened, and they pulled apart as though burned.“I didn’t know you were going to be here,” Dinara said after a beat, her tone careful.“This is my house,” I replied evenly. “I think I’m allowed to sit in my own kitchen.”I gestured toward t

ASHERI went to bed and lay in waiting, my eyes fixed on the ceiling. Every nerve in my body was awake. The house was too quiet, the kind of silence that hums before a storm. When the time finally came, the lights flickered once, then went out. Total darkness. The power had been cut.This was it.I rolled out of bed, reached for my weapons, and armed myself without hesitation. My pulse was steady. My mind was clear. All I had to do now was wait. Then the sound came, sharp cracks echoing through the halls. Gunfire. My men were outside, and from the rhythm of the shots I could tell they were returning fire. The house was surrounded, but they were fighting back.I didn’t move. I didn’t run to the windows or the door. I sat there, listening, letting the chaos unfold. This was exactly what I had been waiting for.The knocking came minutes later, loud, desperate. I pulled out my phone, tapped into the camera, and saw her.... Dinara. Standing outside my door. Unharmed. Unarmed.She banged ha

ASHERThe second shot tore through the air, a hot, sharp sting across my shoulder. Pain flared, but I didn’t falter. My instincts kicked in before my mind could process.I spun, gun raised, and caught the glint of Dinara’s weapon aimed directly at me. Her eyes were unflinching, burning. The chaos around us, the overturned furniture, shattered glass, the bodies of my men and the attackers, was like a blur. All I could see was her.“Dinara,” I growled through gritted teeth.She smiled, but it was a predator’s smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes. “It ends tonight, Asher. You just haven’t realized it yet.”I lunged to the side, using the couch as cover, bullets whizzing past. My shoulder throbbed, but adrenaline numbed most of the pain. Every muscle in my body was coiled, ready, calculating. One misstep could be the last.I spotted her reflection in a broken mirror, her stance, her aim, the way she was anticipating my next move. She was good. Too good. And she had Dominic, as proof that

ARIELLALuca shifted uneasily on the couch, his big frame looking strangely out of place in my living room. His jaw worked as if he was chewing on his own words, and for a moment, he stared at the floor before he finally looked up at me.“I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you the last time I was here,” he began, his voice quieter than I’d ever heard it. “I’m sorry for not believing you when you told me that Leon was Ash’s son. I know I threatened you, and I told you to run away… and I should have given you the opportunity to explain youRself.”He exhaled hard, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’ve known you a long time, Ari. I’m not trying to justify my actions. But I want you to know something: Ash is a brother to me. He’s my blood. I don’t know why, but I just thought… I was afraid you were lying to him. I was afraid you were using him.”He shifted forward, elbows on his knees. “After I saw those papers...papers saying you were supposed to marry his dad, not him, I thought maybe the pr