Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

“You know this is necessary,” my mom says sharply. “The Don expects…”

“I can’t,” I cut in. “And I don’t trust you. What if you say something cruel? What if you hurt him?”

“I wouldn’t,” she says. “I don’t even know him well enough to hurt him.”

I roll my eyes. “Exactly. That’s why you shouldn’t be the one doing it.”

Dad sighs and steps forward. “If she wants to break up with him,” he says, looking at Mom, “then let her break up with him. It is her relationship.”

She narrows her eyes at him. “And what are you going to tell the Don?”

‘He already called.”

We both freeze.

“What did he say?” Mom asks, her voice lower now.

“Well,” my dad says, voice heavy, “Asher went home last night. Paid a visit to his father. Told him he had

to call me and threaten me not to go back on my word about your engagement.”

My heart starts to race, I get stupid hopefulness. “And what did he say?”

My father gives a sad smile. “Domenico refused.”

I blink. “What?”

“He told Asher I had already called to cancel the engagement. That you didn’t want to marry him. anymore. He said Asher should respect that.”

“And?” I whisper.

My dad sighs. “He also told Asher… since you don’t want him anymore, he’s taking a proposal from the Russians seriously. Said this clears the way.”

My chest tightens. “What did Asher do?”

“He lost it. Threw a tantrum. Stormed out.” My dad’s voice is low, careful. “But the point is, it’s done. The engagement is off. Officially. You’re not bound to marry him anymore.”

I stand there, numb. I don’t know how to feel. Relief? Guilt? Anger? None of them fit. It’s like my emotions are stuck between two cliffs.

Without a word, I turn around and walk back to my room.

“You’re upset?” my mother calls after me, voice clipped. “It’s done….”

I don’t respond. I shut the door behind me with a loud bang, crawled into bed, and let the tears fall.

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Chapter 90

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I don’t even get five minutes.

Suddenly, the entire house shakes with the sound of fists slamming into the front door. Not knocking- banging. Loud. Violent.

The whole neighbourhood must’ve heard it. I sit up in bed, my heart pounding. Then I hear his voice.

“Asher,” I whisper.

Downstairs, there’s movement. My dad opens the door.

“Asher, calm down,” he’s saying.

But Asher is beyond calm.

“Where is she?” he barks. “You lied to me!”

My father tries to reason with him, but Asher is having none of it.

Then I hear it-his voice, roaring through the halls:

“Ariella!”

I flinch.

“Ariella, you get down here right now!”

My name again. Each time louder. Angrier. More betrayed.

“Ariella! How dare you do this to me?!”

Bang. Bang. A door slams.

“Ariella!”

He’s shouting like he’s unravelling-like the truth has torn something in him wide open.

I didn’t want to go.

But with every shout of my name, every echo of his voice cutting through the walls, I found myself rising. Slowly. Like something was pulling me up from the inside. My legs moved before my mind caught up.

I opened my door and stepped out.

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