Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 243

ASHER

Dinara widened her eyes at me.

“That’s not true,” she said.

“It’s true,” I shot back. “The only thing Dominic is missing is power. If he had power, you wouldn’t still be after me. Nagging me. Chasing me. Talking to me. Afraid of losing me...”

She flinched, but I laughed, cold.

“Really, Dinara? Really? So you slept with your brother-in-law....my own brother, because I’m your husband? Because you love me so much, don’t you?” I asked, my voice dripping with a sneer.

“Don’t you dare put the blame on me,” she snapped. “You’re the reason I ran toward Dominic. You’re the reason he was able to seduce me, able to exploit my weakness and take advantage, because you didn’t have time for me. You left me all alone. You didn’t give me any attention. I was lonely.”

“So you fucked my brother?” I asked flatly.

She looked away then, taking a deep, trembling breath.

“You know you’re the reason I ran into Dominic’s arms,” she whispered. “If only you had given me space in your heart. If only you would have let me inside. Then I wouldn’t have needed Dominic. I would break up with him today. If only you told me....if only you gave me a chance, a space in your life, let me be your wife, Asher. Please.”

“So you’re saying you love me now?” I asked her.

“I have always loved you, Asher,” Dinara said without hesitation. “You have always been the man for me. You’re my husband. I grew up knowing I was going to be given to you. And I went through a lot, learning what you liked, what you didn’t like. I grew up my whole life accustoming myself to you, so I could be a perfect match for you. And you think I went through all those sacrifices for nothing?”

Her voice cracked, but her eyes burned with conviction.

“You know,” I said coldly, “I just killed a lover of yours.”

She froze. “A lover of mine? What do you mean?”

“Alan,” I said. “Ring any bells?”

Her face stayed blank, so I added, “He used to cook books for your brother Alex... Alan. Of course, you know him. He told me plenty about the two of you, about your… relationship.”

Dinara laughed, sharp and mocking, as if I’d just told her the punchline of a pathetic joke.

“Oh, Alan. Little, poor Alan. He knew I was from the mafia world. A Mafia princess. He was just an ordinary person. I would never have married him. He knew what the score was.”

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