Pregnant by the mafia boss

Araya's POV

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Its 6 am

The sound of the alarm awoke me to another graceful morning it was time for my regular morning routine that I couldn't do without ★ my work out★....grabbing my phone and head buds,I perked ashley sleeping on the other side of the bed, my tossing queen who was still sleeping soundly on her cheeck "gonna go now ash sweetheart ." I said and she responded with a toss facing me completely.I chuckled looking at Jo's face .. She had strand's of hair all over her face and she was even eating it without her awareness. I removed the hairs from her face and the straps in her mouth "good bye joliana Ashley Stewarts ;see you soon". Putting the headphone on and clicking the music on ,I ran out through the backdoor into the cold winter of Bainbridge town new York .

running along with the beating of Beyonce music " ★heaven ★ it reminded me about the death of our parents ,two years ago...my eyes became wet and I began to shrinks flashbacks about two years ago came back to me

Flashback

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Araya

It was a cold winter, much like today, in Bainbridge. I can still remember our happy chitchats-Ash, Mum, Dad, and me. Our joyous moments together. Ash and I sat in the backseat of our red Toyota Camry while Mum and Dad sat in the front. Dad was driving. Suddenly, Ash snatched my phone from my hand.

Flashback

"Mum, tell Ash to give me back my phone!" I whined, stretching out my right hand to retrieve it from Ashley's tight grip.

Ash was an annoying kid, yet she was my best friend. We were returning from a sleepover party at Jasmine's-my childhood friend who was throwing a goodbye party before her family relocated to California.

"Ashley dear , give Ara her phone ," Mum said gently.

"No, Mum. I just want to check the pictures I took while she was asleep" Ash replied, pouting. I groaned in frustration.

"Dad!" I called out to him.

Dad, who was focused on driving, glanced at us briefly through the rearview mirror. "You girls should solve your problems yourselves, Ari dear. I'm driving. Besides, this isn't my area of expertise. Your mum can help you with that."

"Ashley, please..." Mum chimed in, making Ash frown.

"Can you ask your sister nicely, Ashley? She might reconsider," Dad added, and I smiled at the suggestion.

I winked at Ash, waiting for her to say the magic word: please. But I knew it wasn't coming. Ash was too prideful, cocky, and stubborn for that.

"No, I won't!" she screamed, crossing her arms and pouting angrily.

"Why don't I have my own phone?" she asked, frustrated.

Dad chuckled as he watched her through the rearview mirror. "Because, baby, you're too young to have a phone. Now, can you please give Ara back her phone so I can concentrate on driving?"

"Okay, Dad," she said reluctantly, dragging out her words. She handed the phone back to me, and I muttered a teasing "Thank you" while sticking my tongue out mockingly.

That was the last happy memory I had before the accident-the screeching of the tires, the violent crash, and then the hospital. The worst thing that could ever happen to you is witnessing your parents' death and being forced to watch their cremation at the young age of sixteen.

Remembering them always brings back these painful memories. I collapsed onto the cold floor, crying my eyes out-something that has become a part of me.

30 Minutes Later

I quickly composed myself and headed back home. Ash was already awake and preparing for school.

"Good morning, my sweetest in the whole wide world!" she greeted, grabbing her lunch.

"How are you, Ash?" I asked, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"I'm all good and fresh, sister. I already prepared breakfast, but I'm running late for school, so you can eat after your bath." She grabbed her backpack and iPhone.

"Muah! I love you, sister. Bye!"

She left, and I stood there, smiling in awe of my bossy little queen.

Araya's House, 8:30 PM

I put on a black strapless knee-length gown, black heels, and carried a red handbag. I tied my hair in a ponytail and applied light makeup.

Alex wore a white thigh-length dress. Her black hair flowed gracefully down her back, and she accessorized with silver chains, a matching silver bag, and black heels. She also wore light makeup.

"Hurry up, Ash! We're running late!" Alex and I called out to her.

"Coming!" Ash screamed, running out of her room in the pink knee-length dress I had bought for her 16th birthday. Her light makeup and black heeled sandals made her look stunning, like a delicate white lily.

"How do I look?" she asked, wagging her ponytail excitedly.

I noticed the angel necklace I had gifted her around her neck. She looked breathtakingly beautiful.

"You look stunning," Alex complimented.

"Gorgeous," I added.

Ash beamed with pride, but her smile faltered as she scanned the room.

"Is Jason not coming again?" she asked, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Jason was and had been my boyfriend since I was 16.

"Of course not, Ash," I said, squeezing her hands. "He had some business to take care of, but I promise he'll come see you later."

She narrowed her eyes at me in doubt but eventually replaced her frown with a smile.

"Okay! Can we get going, girls, please?" Alex shouted, and we all laughed, bursting into the night as I drove the black Benz toward Emma's house.

Natalie's House, 8:45 PM

"I'm nervous, sis," Ash whispered when we arrived at Natalie Stone's mansion.

We stood beside the car, awestruck. The place was magnificent, packed with luxurious cars. This was easily the most beautiful house I'd ever seen. It looked like something out of a dream.

"Don't be, Ash. I'm always with you. But wow, your friend Emma must be very rich," I said.

"Way too rich," Alex added, dragging us both into the mansion.

What's waiting for Araya and Ash at the party? Who is Emma? What secrets will unravel? Read to find out!

Story by Ivory smart

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### **Araya**

She left with Alex trailing behind her, leaving me utterly alone. A wave of nervousness washed over me, and I felt like a little girl who had lost her parents. Well, I *had* lost them. A tear escaped, but I quickly wiped it away. Moments later, I saw Ash approaching me, accompanied by a fair-skinned girl dressed in a stunning pink crystal-ball gown. Her golden-brown hair cascaded down her back, glowing under the moonlight, making her appear like an ethereal angel. Her piercing blue eyes were the most captivating I had ever seen. It wasn't just her beauty; she exuded wealth and elegance.

"Hey, sis, meet Emma Natalia Dragons. And Emma, meet my number-one best sister, Araya Kathryn Elizabeth Stewarts," Ash introduced us, her voice brimming with excitement.

"Hi, Dragons," I greeted politely, extending my hand for a handshake.

Instead, Emma pulled me into a warm hug. "I've heard so much about you from Ashley! I'm so glad you could come to my birthday party. It's such a pleasure to meet the sister of my best friend!" she gushed.

I laughed, charmed by her enthusiasm.

"Ashley, dear, your sister is stunning. I'm sure my brother would fall head over heels for her," Emma whispered to Ash, and they both giggled. Her radiant smile was infectious.

"May I have this dance, sister?" Emma asked, extending her hand toward me.

Her grace and humility were enchanting. It was hard to believe this poised young girl owned such a magnificent mansion. She seemed far too grounded for someone so wealthy.

"Sure, dear," I replied, thrilled by her warm gesture.

We waltzed to the rhythm of the music until she was called away by her classmates.

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### **Ash Returns**

"How is Emma, Ally?" Ash asked with a curious smile.

"She's wonderful, Ash. I'd give her a pass. And yes, she definitely smells of money," I replied truthfully, smiling at her.

"May I have this dance, Ash?" a boy, likely one of Ash's classmates, approached us from behind.

"Of course," Ash replied with a shy smile, following him to the dance floor.

Left alone, I grabbed a glass of wine and found a seat. I drank slowly, trying to ease the tension of the day. But as the minutes passed, I started to feel restless.

One glass turned into two, then three. The wine attendant gave me a curious look, but I ignored it. My head was beginning to spin, but I kept drinking. Then, in my slightly tipsy state, I scanned the room-and my jaw dropped in shock.

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### **A Shocking Sight**

Jennifer Woods was dancing with Jason. My Jason. Or was I imagining things?

Jason had told me earlier that he couldn't make it to the party because of "work commitments." So why was he here, in the arms of a woman infamous for her manipulative, gold-digging ways? I blinked rapidly, hoping I was mistaken, but the scene remained unchanged. Jennifer was draped all over him, blowing kisses in his direction.

The rage that boiled within me was unstoppable. Swinging about unsteadily, I stormed toward them.

"Hi, Jason," I said in a low, mocking tone as I approached them from behind.

Startled, he turned around, his face pale. "Aray... I... you... I... wh-what are you doing here?" he stammered."

The slap I delivered to his face echoed in the room. It felt oddly satisfying. He stood frozen, clearly not expecting such a reaction.

"What am I doing here?" I spat, laughing bitterly. "What does it *look* like I'm doing here, Jason?!" My voice cracked with the weight of betrayal.

I turned to Jennifer, who stood speechless. "And you-Jennifer, the town's professional gold digger-did you think I wouldn't find out?!" My voice was sharp, biting.

Jennifer smirked, clearly unfazed. "You look ridiculous, Araya Stewarts. Absolutely pathetic."

The room fell silent, all eyes on us, but I didn't care.

"You dare call *me* pathetic?" I seethed. "You've been sneaking around with my boyfriend, and now you're bold enough to insult me?"

In a flash, I raised my hand to slap her, but Jason caught my wrist mid-air.

"Stop, Araya. Please, let's talk about this later," Jason said, his tone pleading.

"Talk about *what*, Jason?!" I yelled, wrenching my hand away. "There's nothing to talk about! You lied to me, betrayed me! Just because I wouldn't sleep with you, you decided to find someone else? And *her* of all people?!"

Jason's guilt was written all over his face, but it only fueled my anger further.

"You told me you respected my boundaries. You *promised* me it wasn't an issue. And yet, here you are. You're disgusting," I hissed, my voice trembling with rage.

Jason tried to reach for me, but I stepped back. "Don't touch me! I hate you, Jason. I curse the day I ever gave you my heart."

I turned away, my vision blurred with tears. Ash, Alex, and Emma were standing nearby, their expressions a mixture of hurt and concern.

"Ara, let me take you home," Alex offered gently.

"No, Alex. I'll manage," I said, my voice cold.

I turned to Emma and Ash, forcing a smile through my tears. "I'm so sorry for ruining your night, Emma. Truly."

I spun on my heel, addressing the crowd of onlookers. "Can you all mind your own business?" I barked before storming off.

Before leaving, I pulled off the ring Jason had given me-a symbol of our four-year commitment. I tossed it at him without a second glance.

"Goodbye, Jason Hardley. And thank you for showing me your true colors," I said before disappearing into the bathroom.

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