OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim
Amara thought her life couldn't get worse, trapped in poverty, caring for her ailing grandmother, betrayed by the man she loved. But one night changes everything: a police raid lands her in jail, where she meets the last man she should ever cross paths with…. Alessandro Vitale, the ruthless Mafia boss feared across Italy.
He offers her freedom, but at a price: Marriage.
A deal, a trap, and a lifeline all at once.
What Alessandro doesn't know is that Amara carries a secret… a child that belongs not to him, but to his own bloodlines' rival. Their dangerous union sparks a web of betrayal, obsession, and power struggles, where love is both their greatest weapon and their deepest weakness.
As past feuds resurface and enemies circle closer, Amara must decline: will she remain a pawn in the Mafia’s deadly game, or rise as the unexpected queen of an empire built in blood.
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Chapter: Chapter 110 Amara’s POV The house had never felt this quiet before. Not the peaceful kind of quiet—the one that settles after rain or before sleep—but the kind that presses against your ears, heavy and wrong, like it’s waiting for something to break it. I sat on the edge of the bed Alessandro had helped me into barely an hour ago, my fingers twisted in my lap. The room still smelled faintly of antiseptic and clean sheets, a reminder that I had only just returned from the hospital. My wrist throbbed beneath the fresh bandage, a dull ache that pulsed in time with my heartbeat. But it wasn't the pain that kept me tense. It was him. Alessandro had left for the La Camorra meeting with a calm smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He had kissed my forehead, told me to rest, and promised he'd be back soon. Soon, it had stretched into something uncomfortable. I tried to read, I tried to sleep. I even tried to convince myself I was imagining the tightness in my chest. I wasn't. The house fel
Last Updated: 2025-12-15
Chapter: Chapter 109 Alesdandro’s POV Don Vittorio didn’t waste a second. The moment everyone settled and the murmurs died, he leaned forward, planted both hands flat on the table, and let his sharp grating voice cut through the hall like a blade. “Since we are all here,” he began, “let us speak plainly.” He didn’t bother with greeting, protocol, or. The usual meaningless opening statements. He never liked the Vitale—never liked my father, never liked me, never liked the fact that the Vitale name held more power in Italy than his own family ever could. But today? He wasn’t bidding the hatred anymore. His eyes locked onto me with open disdain. “We have unresolved matters,” he continued, “regarding promises made… and never honored.” A ripple of interest spread across the table. Men leaned closer. Watching. Waiting. He lifted a sheet of paper—no doubt for theatrics—and waved it once. “Months ago,” he said, “a client filed a complaint about a missing delivery. A high-value package entruste
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Chapter: Chapter 108 Alessandro’s POV Morning light hit the hospital windows too softly for the night we’d just survived. Amara walked beside me slowly, her hand curled into mine, her steps careful—like her body still remembered the fear even though the danger had passed. I kept a steady pace, not rushing her, not letting go. Every few seconds I glanced at her, just to make sure she was really there, breathing, alive. When we reached the car, I opened the door for her. She sank into the seat like she was stepping into safety itself. And maybe she was. I drove with one hand on the wheel, the other covering her thigh—not for possession, but reassurance. Her fingers found my wrist and held there quietly. Neither of us spoke. She stared out the window, a mixture of exhaustion, relief, and unspoken fear flickering through her eyes. I didn’t push her. Last night had carved something deep into both of us. When we finally reached the villa, the air felt different—too still, too quiet. As if the hous
Last Updated: 2025-12-13
Chapter: Chapter 107 Victor’s POV I knew this day would come. A day when Alessandro Vitale would finally grow tired of Don Francesco’s demands… tired of carrying the weight of an alliance he never wanted. I just didn’t expect it to take him this long to realize it. But late or not, the timing doesn’t matter. What matters is that Alessandro has finally done the one thing I’ve been waiting for— he opened a crack in the foundation of his world. And all I have to do now is widen it. Because I know Don Francesco. He does not forget humiliation. He does not forgive disrespect. And he damn sure will not sit quietly after being insulted in his own home. He will retaliate—he always does. And I will be there to help him do it. Not out of loyalty. Not out of respect. But because I have been waiting—aching—for a chance to destroy Alessandro for a long, long time. A man who never tries, yet somehow always wins. A man who walks into a room and commands attention without lifting a finger.
Last Updated: 2025-12-11
Chapter: Chapter 106 Ginevra’s POV The taxi ride home felt like a humiliation tattooed into my skin. I replayed Alessandro’s voice again and again—cold, flat, dismissive. Find your own way home. I don’t care how you do it. He had never spoken to me like that. Not even in our worst fights. Not even when I pushed him too far, today, he hadn’t raised his voice; he had simply… cut me off. When I reached the villa, still fuming and shaken, I barely made it through the door before Matilde cornered me. “Signorina,” she whispered urgently, eyes wide, “it's Amara. She tried to hurt herslef—and then she left.” My heart stuttered. “What?” “And Signor Alessandro… he went after her.” Of course he did. Of course, he would throw everything aside for Amara. He always did. But I was never stupid. I'd prepared for a moment like this months ago. While my hands trembled, my mind sharpened. I grabbed my phone and opened the private tracking app I’d installed myself—the one linked to the small tracker tu
Last Updated: 2025-12-10
Chapter: Chapter 105 Amara’s POV The night air felt warmer than it should have. Maybe it was the way Alessandro’s words lingered around me—like a blanket I wasn’t sure I was allowed to wrap around myself. Maybe it was the way his hands still rested lightly on my knees, grounding me, steadying me in a world that had been spinning too fast for too long. Or maybe it was something else. Something deeper. Something I wasn’t ready to name. He pulled back just enough to study my face, his eyes searching mine as if he was trying to understand what I was thinking. And I wished I could tell him. I wished I had a single, simple emotion to offer him. But all I had were contradictions. Fear tangled with hope. Hope tangled with confusion. And beneath all of it, a quiet, aching longing I had buried too many times. “I meant everything I said,” he murmured, still kneeling in front of me. “Every word.” I swallowed. My voice betrayed me before I could steady it. “I know.” But knowing didn’t make it
Last Updated: 2025-12-09
THE HARRISON HEIRESS
At sixteen, Freya thought she had escaped the loneliness of the orphanage when she was adopted into the powerful Sutton family. Instead, she was sold into a loveless marriage with Malum Sutton, a greedy womanizer twice her age who needed a wife to claim his inheritance.
But across Dubai’s glittering skyline and the Modern-day United States (Chicago, New York), another truth is unfolding. The Harrison family — wealthier and more powerful than the Suttons—reveals their matriarch once gave birth to a quadruplet, not triplets. Their long-lost daughter was stolen at birth, Three brothers, Kai, Rowan, and Sage, begin a desperate search for their missing sister.
When business brings Sage to the Sutton estate, he notices something odd: Malum’s wife flinched at his touch, her silence screaming of abuse. What Sage doesn’t yet know is that this fragile woman is the sister he’s been looking for.
Malum, terrified of losing control, fabricates DNA tests to present his secretary as the missing Harrison daughter.
Until betrayal turns on betrayal. Odessa, the woman who once delivered Freya into Malum’s hands, exposes the scheme.
But Malum does not give up so easily. Manipulating their son’s innocence and stoking Freya’s insecurities through jealousy of Harrison's wives, he lured her back into his grasp. He binds her with a cruel contract, one designed to strip her of everything unless she can prove his infidelity.
This time, however, Freya is no longer alone. With her brother’s love and her own newfound strength, she turns Malum’s trap against him.
From orphan to outcast, from victim to heiress, Freya claims her place as the true Harrison daughter.
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Chapter: Chapter 26 Kai’s POV The hospital suddenly felt too big—too bright—too empty of the one person who needed to be here the most. I rechecked the hallway. The restroom. The exit doors. The parking lot through the glass panels. Nothing. A pressure built behind my ribs—slow at first, then sharp, urgent. She wouldn't just disappear. Not without a reason. Not without saying anything. Unless she was scared. Unless the test meant more to her than she ever let me see. A nurse passed by, and I stepped toward her. “Excuse me,” I said, trying to steady my voice, “have you seen the girl who came in with me? Black hair short, wearing a cream sweater?” She shook her head. “No one matching that description has come through this hallway in the last twenty minutes. Twenty minutes. My jaw clenched. She'd been gone longer than I realized. I moved toward the double leading outside. They slid open with a low hum, letting in the smell of rain on hot pavement. My eye
Last Updated: 2025-12-15
Chapter: Chapter 25 Kai’s POV Something had been gnawing at me since the dinner… A subtle, shifting unease I’d been trying to ignore. But it wouldn’t let me. I’d walked into that dinner certain—certain—that Lilian was the sister we'd been searching for. The timelines fit. The age. The resemblance. The strange coincidence. Even her story, despite the gaps, had aligned with too many pieces to ignore. But then… Everything went wrong. Instead of the moment I'd always pictured—Lilian and my mother looking at each other with that uncanny recognition, instead of warmth, or unease, or shock... There had been hostility. Suspicion. Accusations. My mother never fights with guests. But tonight? It was as if something inside her bristled the moment she saw Lilian. And Lilian— God. Lilian did not hold back either. By the end of the night, they weren't just uncomfortable around each other—they were convinced the other was lying. I had imagined my mother softening. Embracing her and asking
Last Updated: 2025-12-09
Chapter: Chapter 24 Freya’s POV Scarlett barely had time to knock before Mrs. Harrison swung the door open herself. “Oh, you’re here,” she said warmly, her eyes jumping from Scarlett to me—and then softening when they landed fully on me, as if she'd been waiting specifically for me. “Come in, come in. I've been excited all morning.” The foyer smelled faintly of jasmine and old books. Sunlight washed over the marble floors, and somehow everything about the mansion felt calmer than yesterday. Or maybe I felt Calmer, holding the address in my purse like a fragile promise. Scarlett stepped aside. “Mother, I'm dropping Freya off. You two have fun. Don't spoil her too much.” Mrs. Harrison clasped her chest theatrically. “Sacrlett, darling, I only spoil what deserves spoiling.” She winked at me, and my face heated. Scarlett laughed. “I’ll pick her up later. Try not to convert her into one of your charity automatons.” “Oh, hush,” Mrs. Harrison scoffed, swatting her daughter-in-law's arm. “Go.”
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Chapter: Chapter 23 Freya’s POV I woke before the alarm. For the first time in a very long while, I didn't feel the usual heaviness pressing down on my chest. Maybe it was the afterglow of last night—the warmth of Mrs. Harrison’s embrace, the laughter around the table, Finn calling someone “grandma” without fear. Or maybe it was the quiet, stubborn hope blooming again in me, small but real. Either way, I lay there for a moment, watching Finn’s tiny fingers curled into the sleeve of my nightshirt. He must have held onto me all night. He twitched in his sleep, mumbling something about chocolate milk, and my heart squeezed in that painful, protective way it always does. I brushed his curls away from his forehead. “Wake up, sweetheart,” I whispered. “We have a very busy day ahead.” His eyes fluttered open, slow and sleepy. “Are we going to see Grandma today?” The word still startled me. Grandma. A name he said so naturally, like he had always had one. “Yes,” I said softly. “Afte
Last Updated: 2025-12-07
Chapter: Chapter 22 Freya’s POV Dinner didn't unfold as I had imagined. Not even close. Between Lilian’s lies and Sage’s bluntness — even though he’d spoken the truth — it still hurt. Not because he said it out loud, but because it reminded me of something I'd been trying not to face. “An outsider could look at my life once and see the mistreatment. Yet Malum… the man who vowed to love me… didn't care to notice at all.” But strangely, despite all of that, tonight was still the best dinner I'd had in years. No clients. No Fake smiles. No pretending to be the “perfect wife” for Malum’s image. For the first time in a long time… I could breathe. When Mrs. Harrison stood and told me, “Come dear, I want to show you something,” my heart fluttered. I didn't realize how desperately I needed kindness until she offered it to me. We walked through the hallways of their home — warm, lived-in, full of memories — the exact opposite of Malum’s cold, curated mansion. She pointed out portraits: grand
Last Updated: 2025-12-04
Chapter: Chapter 21 Sage’s POV “What do you think of her?” Rowan asked as he approached me. I was standing alone by the terrace, the night air cool against my skin, fingers curled around a glass of bourbon I wasn’t really drinking. The moonlight caught on the amber liquid as he stopped beside me. “She’s fake,” I replied immediately, not bothering to hide my irritation. Rowan arched a brow, amused. “Huh…how do you even know who I was talking about?” “Yes,” I answered, turning slightly toward him, “isn’t it the woman who came with Kai?” He nodded. “She’s a fake,” I repeated, slower this time, letting the words settle. “She must be one of those stalkers or obsessed fans.” Rowan gave a low whistle. “A bit harsh. And how do you know that?” “You didn’t see her?” I scoffed. “The way she was trembling when she walked in? And during dinner? She practically welded herself to Kai’s arm the entire night. If this were my first time meeting them and I had no idea who Scarlett was, I would have thou
Last Updated: 2025-12-03
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