Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Alex’s POV.

“What do you mean by ‘I can’t drink with my friends’ and…” She paused, her voice dripping with defiance, “… and how can you control my life.” Her fiery eyes pierced through me as she waved her two fingers, clearly agitated by my words. Her body tensed, ready for a fight.

I let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of the situation press against my temples. Rubbing my forehead, I struggled to find the right words.

“I want you to stay away from those perverted guys who seek a chance to get into every girl’s panties.” My plate lay forgotten as I stood up, crossing my arms firmly across my chest, a gesture of authority.

Sarah scoffed, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Really, and you know this very well? Hmmm? Every man wants only this,” she mimicked my stance, crossing her hands over her chest.

Frustration seeped into my voice as I replied, “It’s not about blaming each other. I know how far a drunk guy can go. So I am just worried about you.” The thought of another man’s hands on my wife ignited a fire within me, causing my teeth to clench.

My determination hardened as I made my decision known. “I have decided you won’t go to any of those stupid parties.” The words hung heavily in the air, and Sarah’s face flushed with anger.

“I can’t believe, Alex, you don’t trust me!” Sarah’s voice rang out, filled with fury. Her eyes turned red, the intensity of her emotions blazing.

The room grew quieter as the weight of her accusation settled between us. My eyes darkened, betraying the storm brewing inside me. My nostrils flared with each aggravated breath, my anger escalating. Sarah’s disobedience fueled the fire within, intensifying my rage.

“I don’t have rights to you, huh? Okay. Fine. Do whatever you want. Damn it! Don’t come to me when someone takes advantage of you,” I yelled at her, frustration boiling over as I slammed my hand on the table, making the plates rattle.

Sarah flinched visibly, her expression filled with fear. This was the first time she had seen me so angry. Did she think I would hit her? She instinctively took a step back, and my heart sank at the realization of how my anger affected her.

With my dark eyes fixed on her, I knew I had to step away before things escalated further. I stormed off, heading straight to the balcony to cool down, seeking the solace of fresh, cold air.

As I took deep breaths, I tried to regain control of my emotions. I didn’t want to scare her, but she needed to understand why I didn’t want her to attend that stupid party. Inhaling and exhaling loudly, I ran a hand over my face, hoping to find a way to make her comprehend my concerns.

Eventually, I re-entered the bedroom, only to find Sarah gone. She had retreated to the guest room, still furious at me. I stood at the doorway, my eyes fixed on her sleeping form for a few moments, contemplating whether I should wake her up and apologize for my outburst. However, I decided against it, knowing that she needed space to cool off as well.

Lying beside her on the bed, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of regret and worry. I wished I had handled the situation better. My mind churned with thoughts about how to make her understand my perspective without resorting to anger. Tired from the emotional turmoil, I closed my eyes and eventually drifted off to sleep.

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Sarah’s POV.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

In the morning, the sun slowly filtered through the curtains, gently waking me from my slumber. As I stirred, my eyes landed on Alex, still peacefully asleep beside me. The weight of last night’s argument settled heavily on my chest, and my heart felt gloomy as the memories flooded back. I hated that we fought, and it pained me to think about the harsh words we exchanged.

Annoyance mixed with sadness as I recalled how he had raised his voice, refusing to listen to my perspective. I clenched my fists, replaying the scene in my mind. He couldn’t control every aspect of my life; he was my husband, not my owner.

With a deep breath, I decided to get up and face the day. I walked to the bathroom, the cold tiles chilling my feet, and splashed water on my face, trying to wash away the lingering frustration. After getting ready, I made my way to the kitchen, a sense of determination settling in.

I knew I needed to make amends, at least for my part in the argument. So, I started preparing breakfast for both of us. The aroma of coffee filled the air, mingling with the scent of freshly toasted bread. I arranged the plates with care, setting his breakfast aside while I quietly ate mine.

The silence in the room felt heavy, and I couldn’t shake off the feeling of guilt. But I knew I had to give Alex some space, and perhaps some time to cool off before we could talk things through.

After breakfast, I gathered my belongings and slung my bag over my shoulder. Taking one last glance at the quiet apartment, I left for my parents’ house.

In the evening, I found myself seated on a weathered chair, the setting sun casting a warm glow on the tranquil countryside. A bottle of beer was clutched in my hand as I took a swig, trying to relax my nerves. Anger still simmered within me from the recent call I’d ignored from Alex. His constant attempts at communication only fueled my resentment. I didn’t want to talk to him; not right now. So, without hesitation, I decided to skip the drama and headed straight to a party at a farmhouse, eager to reconnect with my old batchmates and have some fun with my friends.

In an attempt to look my best, I had donned a pair of tight white jeans that accentuated my figure and paired them with an off-shoulder black top, revealing a hint of skin. My hair was styled in a high ponytail, leaving my beautiful neck exposed, and I had applied light makeup to enhance my features. Completing the look, I wore three-inch black heels that added a touch of sophistication to my outfit.

Knowing Alex’s possessive nature, I was certain he would disapprove of my appearance tonight. But at the moment, alcohol coursed through my veins, and I cared little for his opinions. As the music pumped through the speakers, I danced and drank, embracing the carefree spirit that took over me.

Amongst the crowd, an old friend named Ronny spotted me and approached, shouting above the thumping music, “Sarah, it’s so good to see you after so long!”

I giggled, feeling the effects of the alcohol, and replied, “Hey, you too.”

Ronny smirked and asked, “So, would you mind dancing?”

“Of course not,” I slurred, swaying slightly on my feet.

Ronny pulled me closer, his hands resting firmly on my hips as he began to dance with me. He positioned me so that my back was against him, and we moved in rhythm to the music, his body grinding against mine.

I started feeling uncomfortable, so I gently pulled away from the guy’s touch and excused myself, making my way back to the bar. My mood turned sour; I didn’t appreciate being touched by anyone other than Alex.

Grimacing at the thought, I waved my hand in front of my eyes to clear the thick air of stress that clouded my mind. I motioned to the bartender, silently asking for a shot of tequila to calm my nerves.

“That drink is on me,” a voice said from beside me. I turned to see the most beautiful crystal-clear blue eyes. It was Alex!