Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 118

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Chapter 118

He didn’t say a word, just walked toward me with a softness that felt practised, and calculated. And then almost lovingly, he placed the box in my hand.

I stared at him, unsure. My gut twisted. I just knew this had to be another one of his mind. games. Another performance I hadn’t agreed to be part of.

So I clutched the box, holding it between us.

He looked at me with that unsettling cheer in his voice and said,

“Open it.”

I didn’t want to but I knew I had no real choice. So I unwrapped the ribbon, pulled off the lid,

and looked inside.

Inside was a folded piece of paper.

No diamonds.

No jewellery.

Just a piece of paper.

I looked at him again. He gave a nod.

“Take it out.”

I unfolded it slowly. My eyes scanned the top and then down the page, it was my medical test

results.

“Okay,” I said, my voice flat. “What am I looking at here?”

“It means you’re clean. You’re safe,” he said with a smile that made my skin crawl.

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“Oh,” I said, placing a hand on my chest, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Thank you so much. for caring so deeply about my health. This really makes me feel loved. I mean, could a girl ask for?…. More than getting forced to do the damn test of course…

I took the test results and pressed them firmly against his chest, then turned and walked toward the bed.

Before I could get far, he caught my hand. I stopped and looked back at him.

“You’re mad,” he said.

“No,” I replied coolly. “I’m just thrilled that you care so much about your captive.”

“You’re not my captive,” he said, voice tightening. “I thought we already talked about this.”

“Yeah,” I said with a bitter smile. “You’re right. My mistake. I am a whore.”

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Something flickered in his eyes then. A switch flipped. His smile curved into something darker, something wolfish.

“Now we’re speaking the same language,” he said. “But remember, your not just a whore, your my whore,”

And I knew right then that this was going to be the night.

The night he decided to take what he thought was his. But what he didn’t know, what I hadn’t told him was that I had a surprise of my own.

This morning, or maybe sometime in the night, I woke up with back pain. Subtle at first, then more persistent after breakfast. And just like that my period arrived.

So whatever he thought he was going to get tonight? That wasn’t happening. Not today.

And that made me smile.

Of course, the moment I did, he noticed. He always did. My smile had a way of catching him off guard, even if only for a second. His gaze faltered just slightly, like a crack in his armour, but he bounced back, just like he always did.

There were still pieces of him I could reach. No matter how much he pretended otherwise.

“All right,” I said, folding my arms. “So, what do you want this whore to do for you today?”

He paused, cocking his head slightly.

“Hmm.”

I was still standing in the middle of the room when he started circling me, slow, predatory. And this time, he didn’t bother hiding it. The hunger in his eyes was obvious, sharp. It burned under his skin like it had been waiting days to be unleashed.

“Now that I’m sure what I’m dealing with,” he murmured, “I think it’s time I opened my little present… see what the fuss is all about.”

I scoffed. “Oh, I thought I was a whore. Now I’m a present?”

He smiled. But the jab didn’t seem to land the way I wanted. Unshaken, he said,

“You’re right. I guess today’s the day my whore starts paying back all the charity I’ve been giving her.”

“Charity?” I echoed with a cold laugh. “And I thought I was getting paid before I started work. Now you expect me to clock in? Real generous of you.”

“Isn’t it wonderful?” he said, stepping in close, standing right in front of me now. “Now get on the bed,” he said, voice low and sure. “And get naked.”

I raised a hand to my chin, tapping it as if in deep thought. Then I tilted my head and said,

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“Hmm… I think we have a little problem.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What problem is that?”

“I can’t,” I said simply, offering a casual shrug. “We can’t. You chose the wrong day to test your little product.”

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