Betrayed by Four: Reborn, Their Rival Mafia Lord Became My Husband - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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My engagement to Asher hit European high society like a bombshell, sending shockwaves through every elite family.
Wealthy dynasties scrambled to investigate Asher's background, desperate to uncover why I'd suddenly chosen this supposed "mortal enemy." Commercial spies and private detectives worked overtime, but Asher's past remained an impenetrable fortress.
What they could dig up painted a disturbing picture—his Swiss enterprises were massive yet low-key, with deep ties to multiple European consortiums and rumored connections to certain unspeakable mafia forces.
"How the hell does he have this kind of power?" Derek slammed the investigation report onto his desk, eyes blazing with fury. "Some spoiled brat I've been pushing around since childhood—what gives him the right?"
Lucien looked thoughtful. "Maybe... we never really knew him at all."
Rachel refused to accept it. She'd fought tooth and nail to steal Derek and the others away, wanting to see me broken and sobbing, not still sitting on my throne...
Rachel took several deep breaths, swallowing her rage, and dialed a number.
The next day, I'd barely stepped into the Hollis Group building when intimate moans echoed from the end of the hallway.
"Derek... not here..." Rachel's voice dripped with honeyed sweetness, deliberately trembling.
I froze mid-step and looked up.
Derek had Rachel pinned against the wall, fingers tugging at her collar as he kissed her without restraint.
Rachel caught sight of me from the corner of her eye, lips curving into a triumphant smile as she deliberately raised her voice. "Derek, if the young miss sees us like this... she'll be heartbroken..."
Derek sneered. "When she chose Asher, did she think about breaking my heart?"
I watched the scene unfold with complete indifference.
In my past life, moments like these had torn me apart. Now, I found them merely pathetic.
I turned to leave but collided with a solid wall of muscle at the corner. Asher stood there, watching me with unfathomable dark eyes.
"Seen enough?" His voice was low, carrying barely detectable frost.
I raised an eyebrow. "Are you stalking me?"
Asher didn't answer, his gaze shifting past me to the tangled pair in the distance.
Rachel looked over provocatively, red lips parting in a silent smile that mouthed: "Loser."
I scoffed and moved to walk away, but Asher caught my wrist.
"Is this all you've got?" His voice was soft yet razor-sharp.
Before I could react, he grabbed a wine bottle from a passing waiter's tray and strode toward Rachel.
"Splash—" The entire bottle of red wine cascaded down, instantly staining Rachel's pristine white dress crimson.
"Ah!" She shrieked, jumping back. "Asher! Are you insane?!"
Wine dripped from her hair, smearing her perfect makeup and leaving her completely disheveled.
Derek exploded. "Asher, how dare you—"
But Asher didn't spare them a glance, dragging me away by the wrist.
Rachel's hysterical curses followed us, but he only smirked coldly, his thumb rubbing my wrist with enough pressure to leave marks.
The black Maybach tore through the night, the atmosphere inside suffocating.
I glanced sideways at Asher in the driver's seat. His jaw was clenched tight, one hand gripping the steering wheel.
"Are you angry?" I asked.
Asher remained silent, but the speedometer climbed higher.
I laughed softly. "Because I was watching Derek again?"
"Screech—" Tires shrieked against asphalt as the car jerked to a stop on the roadside.
Asher turned to face me, his eyes dangerously dark. "Sienna, I'm asking you one more time—why did you choose me?"
His voice was eerily calm, but I heard the suppressed fury beneath.
"If it was to spite Derek, congratulations. Mission accomplished." He smiled coldly. "But don't use me as your pawn."
I studied him quietly, then leaned forward and touched his face.
Asher went rigid, his intimidating aura instantly dissolving.
"Asher," my fingertips traced his brow bone, "are you... jealous?"
The air crystallized.
The next second, Asher seized my wrist and pressed me back against the seat.
"Don't play with fire."
His breath was inches away, carrying the rich scent of wine and dangerous intensity.
I tilted my head up to meet his gaze, lips curving into a smile. "What if I said... I want to?"
Wealthy dynasties scrambled to investigate Asher's background, desperate to uncover why I'd suddenly chosen this supposed "mortal enemy." Commercial spies and private detectives worked overtime, but Asher's past remained an impenetrable fortress.
What they could dig up painted a disturbing picture—his Swiss enterprises were massive yet low-key, with deep ties to multiple European consortiums and rumored connections to certain unspeakable mafia forces.
"How the hell does he have this kind of power?" Derek slammed the investigation report onto his desk, eyes blazing with fury. "Some spoiled brat I've been pushing around since childhood—what gives him the right?"
Lucien looked thoughtful. "Maybe... we never really knew him at all."
Rachel refused to accept it. She'd fought tooth and nail to steal Derek and the others away, wanting to see me broken and sobbing, not still sitting on my throne...
Rachel took several deep breaths, swallowing her rage, and dialed a number.
The next day, I'd barely stepped into the Hollis Group building when intimate moans echoed from the end of the hallway.
"Derek... not here..." Rachel's voice dripped with honeyed sweetness, deliberately trembling.
I froze mid-step and looked up.
Derek had Rachel pinned against the wall, fingers tugging at her collar as he kissed her without restraint.
Rachel caught sight of me from the corner of her eye, lips curving into a triumphant smile as she deliberately raised her voice. "Derek, if the young miss sees us like this... she'll be heartbroken..."
Derek sneered. "When she chose Asher, did she think about breaking my heart?"
I watched the scene unfold with complete indifference.
In my past life, moments like these had torn me apart. Now, I found them merely pathetic.
I turned to leave but collided with a solid wall of muscle at the corner. Asher stood there, watching me with unfathomable dark eyes.
"Seen enough?" His voice was low, carrying barely detectable frost.
I raised an eyebrow. "Are you stalking me?"
Asher didn't answer, his gaze shifting past me to the tangled pair in the distance.
Rachel looked over provocatively, red lips parting in a silent smile that mouthed: "Loser."
I scoffed and moved to walk away, but Asher caught my wrist.
"Is this all you've got?" His voice was soft yet razor-sharp.
Before I could react, he grabbed a wine bottle from a passing waiter's tray and strode toward Rachel.
"Splash—" The entire bottle of red wine cascaded down, instantly staining Rachel's pristine white dress crimson.
"Ah!" She shrieked, jumping back. "Asher! Are you insane?!"
Wine dripped from her hair, smearing her perfect makeup and leaving her completely disheveled.
Derek exploded. "Asher, how dare you—"
But Asher didn't spare them a glance, dragging me away by the wrist.
Rachel's hysterical curses followed us, but he only smirked coldly, his thumb rubbing my wrist with enough pressure to leave marks.
The black Maybach tore through the night, the atmosphere inside suffocating.
I glanced sideways at Asher in the driver's seat. His jaw was clenched tight, one hand gripping the steering wheel.
"Are you angry?" I asked.
Asher remained silent, but the speedometer climbed higher.
I laughed softly. "Because I was watching Derek again?"
"Screech—" Tires shrieked against asphalt as the car jerked to a stop on the roadside.
Asher turned to face me, his eyes dangerously dark. "Sienna, I'm asking you one more time—why did you choose me?"
His voice was eerily calm, but I heard the suppressed fury beneath.
"If it was to spite Derek, congratulations. Mission accomplished." He smiled coldly. "But don't use me as your pawn."
I studied him quietly, then leaned forward and touched his face.
Asher went rigid, his intimidating aura instantly dissolving.
"Asher," my fingertips traced his brow bone, "are you... jealous?"
The air crystallized.
The next second, Asher seized my wrist and pressed me back against the seat.
"Don't play with fire."
His breath was inches away, carrying the rich scent of wine and dangerous intensity.
I tilted my head up to meet his gaze, lips curving into a smile. "What if I said... I want to?"
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