THE DEVIL'S CLAIM
On the day of her wedding, Liliana Crawford’s life shatters when the church doors burst open and Dante Moretti, the ruthless head of the Italian mafia, claims her as his own. What should have been the start of a safe, predictable life with her fiancé turns into a nightmare of blood, betrayal, and chains.
Dante doesn’t want her love—he wants her obedience. To him, Liliana is more than just leverage; she’s a weapon, a possession, a doll to break and reshape. But as days in his gilded cage stretch into nights filled with dangerous temptation, Liliana discovers that beneath his cruelty lies a twisted obsession that burns hotter than hatred.
Torn between the man she was raised to marry and the devil who stole her, Liliana must survive a world of violence and power games where every touch is a threat, every kiss a battle, and every promise comes drenched in blood.
Dark, intoxicating, and dangerously addictive, The Devil’s Claim is a mafia romance where love is war, passion is punishment, and surrender might be the only way to survive.
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Chapter: ASHES OF THE SAFEHOUSEDANTE'S POV The smoke still clung to my skin. Acrid, heavy, bitter. It threaded itself into my lungs as if it meant to stay there forever. Blood had dried stiff against my cuffs, black under the neon flicker of emergency lights still stuttering in the ruined street.The safehouse was gone—shredded walls, broken men, the stench of gunpowder and death hanging thick. She was watching.Liliana huddled against the armored car, her dress torn, hair loose, eyes wide and wet as they tracked the movements of my men. They were efficient, no wasted motions, no questions. Bodies were dragged to vans, weapons stripped and stacked, blood sluiced from the floor with buckets of bleach and water that turned pink then brown. It wasn’t the first cleanup they’d done, and it wouldn’t be the last.But she wasn’t ready for it.Her chest rose and fell too fast, her fists clenching like she could hold herself together if she just gripped hard enough. She wasn’t built for this world, not yet. She was porcela
Last Updated: 2025-09-15
Chapter: BLOOD DEBTS Liliana’s POVThe car didn’t slow until the city swallowed us whole. Neon lights blurred into streaks. Sirens wailed somewhere in the distance, too far to matter.I should’ve felt relief. I should’ve felt safe. Instead, all I felt was the weight of Dante’s arm locking me in place like a vice. His jaw was iron, his eyes scanning the mirrors, his gun resting loose but ready in his lap.“Boss,” Marco said from the driver’s seat, blood still drying at the corner of his mouth. “They’re regrouping. Crawford won’t sit on his ass after this.”“No,” Dante murmured. “He’ll bleed for it.”Luca, in the passenger seat, glanced back at me. His calm, unreadable gaze made my stomach twist. “You realize,” he said, tone smooth as glass, “tonight just set the city on fire.”Dante didn’t look away from the window. “Let it burn.”The words hung like smoke.By the time we reached the safehouse, Dante’s men were already waiting—armed, tense, faces sharp with expectation. Enzo shoved a phone into Dante’s han
Last Updated: 2025-09-14
Chapter: DEVIL IN THE REARVIEWDante’s POVThey dragged her through the night and I watched.There’s no slow burn to that kind of rage. You don’t warm into it. It obliterates everything, immediate and white-hot. I felt my hands go numb when the man in the Crawford jacket yanked Liliana through the air and shoved her into the SUV. Her eyes found mine for a second — defiance, panic, the stupid little light of hope and then a fist slammed the back of my head and the world folded.I came up on my knees, all roars and broken breath, glass in my palms and blood slick on my fingers. Marco was spitting curses, Luca was already firing, and the convoy was a sinking thing in the gutters. Men screamed, tires shrieked, metal crumpled. I saw the SUV peel away with her in the back like a ransom note.“Boss!” Luca’s voice cut through the chaos. “They took her!”My mouth tasted metal. “Drive,” I told Marco. “Now.”We chased like possessed men, tires screeching over wet asphalt, lights chasing taillights. Marco kept us tight on the
Last Updated: 2025-09-14
Chapter: THE DEVIL YOU KNOWLILIANA'S POV The SUV jolted to a stop, jerking me forward. My wrists burned where the zip ties dug into them.“Out,” one of the masked men barked, yanking the door open.I stumbled into the night, gravel crunching beneath my bare feet. The air was sharp with salt and smoke. My head still pounded from the blow earlier, every step sending shards of pain through my skull.And then I saw it.A sprawling mansion rose in front of me—stone walls, iron gates, guards lined like soldiers. Familiar. Sickeningly familiar.My father’s estate.The breath caught in my throat. “No,” I whispered.Ethan stepped out behind me, his shoes crunching lightly against the gravel. He smirked, hands tucked in his pockets like he owned the world. “Home sweet home.”“Home?” My voice cracked, disbelief clawing at my chest. “You helped him kidnap me from my own wedding. From my life.”Ethan’s smile didn’t falter. “No, Liliana. I saved you. From him.”I almost laughed—hollow, bitter. “From Dante?”“From the monste
Last Updated: 2025-09-13
Chapter: BLOOD ON THE ROAD Liliana’s POVThe car ride was too quiet.Dante sat beside me, his hand resting heavy on my thigh like I belonged to him, like I wasn’t already plotting how I’d shove that hand off the first chance I got. The tinted windows cut off the world outside, leaving only the low hum of the engine and Marco’s crude jokes from the front seat.I kept my eyes on the blur of headlights rushing past, trying not to think about the chains that had only just come off, about the bruises still painted across my skin.“Relax, doll,” Dante murmured, his voice lazy, dangerous. “You’re trembling like a virgin on her wedding night.”“I’m not yours,” I snapped, the words scraping my throat raw.His fingers dug into my thigh, sharp enough to sting. “Keep saying that, maybe you’ll believe it.”Before I could throw another insult, Luca’s voice cut through from the front passenger seat. “We’ve got company.”The car swerved slightly. My pulse jumped. Through the windshield, I caught the glint of headlights in the
Last Updated: 2025-09-13
Chapter: OWNERSHIPDANTE'S POVHeat tricks men into mistakes. What I want is the cold that holds a mistake in place and studies it until it cannot move.Liliana tried to run. Stupid, messy, glorious little ember. She almost felt the world under her feet — the way people taste when they think they are free. That attempt was a message, not to me but to herself: she was not finished. It made me laugh and it made my blood slow into something more dangerous.They brought Ethan in to fetch her; he tried to be the hero and ended up a spectacle. Watching that man scramble and fail confirmed exactly what I knew about his bones — hollow. He’s a hollow man with quick apologies, and hollow men make the best lessons.I sit in my office with the city pressed against the windows and smoke curling between my fingers. Luca waits opposite me, efficient as a shadow. Marco stands at the door, sharpening a blade like a priest preparing an altar. The men smell of oil and hunger — and they study me for the signal.“You let th
Last Updated: 2025-09-12
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