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
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 153 Victor’s POV After my father spoke to me in his study—after he told me what he believed La Camorra was about to do to him—they sent for him again. That same night, he left. It had been days now. Days without a word. Days without a message. Days without even the illusion that he was coming back. The first sign was the guards. Men La Camorra had assigned to protect him—men who had stood at the gates for as long as I could remember—were quietly withdrawn. No explanation. No farewell. One morning, I woke up and they were simply gone, as if they had never existed. Yesterday was worse. Men from La Camorra arrived unannounced. They didn’t knock. They didn’t ask. They forced their way into my father’s study while I stood there with a handful of servants, all of us useless against authority that didn’t need to raise its voice to be obeyed. “This is an order from La Camorra,” one of them said when I tried to stop them. I was pushed aside. So were the servants. We were told to stay o
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
Chapter: Chapter 152 Alessandro’s POV The days in Moscow moved faster than I ever thought they would. Venera had been barely a week old when we arrived—small, fragile, always curled against Amara’s chest—while Amara herself couldn’t even stand without help. Back then, everything felt uncertain, like walking through fog without knowing what waited ahead. Now, time had rewritten our reality. Venera had cut her first tiny teeth, her smiles coming quicker, brighter, the sound of her laughter filling spaces I never knew were empty. She was healthy, strong, and alive in a way that brought effortless joy to both of us. Sometimes I caught myself just staring at her, overwhelmed by how something so small could carry so much light. Amara, too, had changed. She still wasn’t strong enough to walk properly, not yet—but she could tiptoe. It wasn’t much to anyone else, but to me, it felt like a miracle unfolding in slow motion. Every careful step she took, every determined breath she held while practicing,
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
Chapter: Chapter 151 Victor’s POV I had barely closed my eyes when the knock came. Not a polite knock. Not hesitant. Urgent. I groaned softly and turned my face into the pillow, exhaustion weighing heavily on my body. The night had drained me—every second of waiting, every unanswered question. I was just beginning to slip into sleep when the servant’s voice cut through the room. “Signor Victor… your father is asking for you.” I exhaled sharply. “Tell him I’ll see him when I wake up,” I muttered, my voice rough. “I didn’t sleep all night.” There was a pause. Then the servant spoke again, quieter this time, but firmer. “He said it is an emergency.” That word snapped me fully awake. I pushed myself upright, rubbing my face. “Did anyone tell him I waited all night?” I asked. “No, Signore,” she replied. “No one spoke to Don Vittorio. He only said he must see you immediately.” My jaw tightened. So my father had returned without a word. No explanation. No acknowledgment of his absence.
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Chapter: Chapter 150 Victor’s POV Ever since the last La Camorra meeting, the thought had refused to leave my mind—that Alessandro’s brother might be closer than everyone believed. The men had spoken loosely, carelessly, as if it were common knowledge, yet none of them had offered proof. I wasn’t sure what to believe, but instinct told me one thing: rumors in La Camorra never came from nothing. There were too many unanswered questions. Why had Alessandro and his brother grown so distant? I knew the basics—that they had different mothers, that neither of them had been raised by those women, that their father had kept both boys under his roof. As children, none of that had mattered. They had been inseparable then, running through halls too big for their bodies, playing with the other Don’s children—Rocco, Rebecca, Lorenzo, Laura. Ginevra had never been part of those games. Back then, power meant nothing to us; our fathers ruled, and we were free to be boys. But time had a way of scattering people. Some
Last Updated: 2026-01-28
Chapter: Chapter 149 Amara’s POV It had been three months already since we arrived in Moscow, and I often wondered how time could move so fast and yet feel so gentle at the same time. I sat in the hospital garden with Alessandro beside me, watching him lift baby Venera into the air, pretending to toss her up just enough to make the baby squeal with laughter. He teased her softly, whispering nonsense words, his face relaxed in a way I had rarely seen before. The nanny stood a few steps away, attentive but unobtrusive, ready to take the baby if Alessandro grew tired—though I knew he never did. Holding Venera seemed to give him energy rather than take it. Every morning, I woke up to this version of him. A father is fully present. A man undone in the best way by a tiny human who wrapped her fingers around his without knowing the kind of power she held. I could see it clearly now—this was a bond Alessandro never had growing up. And in many ways, it was one I never had either. Yet here we were, building so
Last Updated: 2026-01-27
Chapter: Chapter 148 Victor’s POV Today was La Camorra’s meeting. It happened once every three months—the kind of gathering that demanded the presence of every Don, every heir, every man who believed power answered to his name. Even Don Epifanio would be there, despite his open dislike for these meetings. Sometimes I wondered if Epifanio had been forced into La Camorra the same way fate had forced me into my own bloodline. Every time I looked at him, I saw it clearly written on the man’s face: I do not belong here. And more than once, I had wished Don Epifanio were my father. If that were the case, power would have come easily. Cleanly. Epifanio’s son, Lorenzo, had no interest in La Camorra, no hunger, no ambition. Taking his place would have been effortless. Unlike my own situation—bound to a father who clung to authority without earning it, a man who showed up only for profits and vanished when responsibility called. Don Epifanio attended meetings once every three months. Don Vittorio, my father,
Last Updated: 2026-01-26
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 59Malum’s POVI had waited for this day.The day I would finally stand on the same level as the Harrisons—not beneath them, not circling the edges of their world, but right there, face-to-face, undeniable. I woke up with excitement thrumming through my veins, the kind that didn’t let sleep linger for long. Today held possibilities. Today could seal everything I had worked for.A contract with the Harrisons.As I got out of bed, that thought alone was enough to sharpen my focus. Every move I made felt deliberate, calculated. I was already dressed in success before I even stepped into the shower.That was when I noticed Freya.She moved slowly around the room, distracted, sluggish in a way that didn’t match the importance of the day. No excitement. No nervous anticipation. Nothing. She didn’t look like someone who had any interest in attending…anything at all.It irritated me more than it should have.I watched her for a moment, trying to read what she wasn’t saying, then finally asked h
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Chapter: Chapter 58 Freya’s POV Since I got home after the shopping trip with Mrs. Harrison, the house felt too quiet—like it was waiting for me to think. And think I did. Remi’s words followed me from room to room, clinging to me no matter how hard I tried to shake them off. Your name is causing fights. It would be better if you kept your distance. The more I replayed her voice in my head, the more it sank in, heavy and uncomfortable, like a truth I didn’t want but couldn’t deny. I didn’t tell Scarlett. I knew if I did, she wouldn’t take it lightly. Scarlett would fight for me—loudly, recklessly. She would confront Clio, argue with Remi, and if it went far enough, she might even drag Mrs. Harrison into it. That was exactly what I didn’t want. Letting Mrs. Harrison know would mean I was enjoying the chaos her affection for me had caused. It would mean I liked being the reason her children were divided, the reason tension followed them around. And that wasn’t true. That had never been true. All I h
Last Updated: 2026-01-27
Chapter: Chapter 57 Sage’s POV Remi was already dressed when she asked me. “When are you coming for Mother’s birthday?” I didn’t even turn my head. My eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, my jaw tight, my patience thinner than it had any right to be. “Go without me,” I said flatly. She paused, like she expected more—an explanation, maybe an apology. When none came, she simply nodded. Remi was smart like that. She knew I was still angry, and she knew exactly who I was angry at. Clio. She didn’t try to persuade me. She didn’t remind me how important tonight was or how much Mother would want me there. She just picked up her bag and walked out, the door clicking shut behind her. The silence that followed was heavy. I lay back on the bed, one arm thrown over my eyes, letting the anger roll through me in waves. I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to talk. I especially didn’t want to pretend everything was fine when it wasn’t. My phone buzzed. Rowan. I ignored it. It buzzed again. I turned the pho
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Chapter: Chapter 56 Rowan’s POV I hadn’t been able to reach Sage since the argument with Clio. I tried calling him more times than I was willing to admit, and every unanswered call felt heavier than the last. Once—just once—he picked up. His voice had been clipped, distant, like he was already halfway out of the conversation. “The only way I’ll even think about letting this go,” Sage had said, “is if Clio apologizes to Mother. And she keeps her attitude in check.” That was it. No yelling. No long speech. Just a condition laid out like a final verdict. I never told Clio. Not because I didn’t think Sage was right—he was—but because I knew her. Telling her that Sage demanded an apology would only inflame her pride. She’d hear it as an attack, as proof that everyone was ganging up on her. I wasn’t brave enough to open that door, not when I wasn’t sure I could close it again. Kai barely knew what was happening. His life revolved around shows, rehearsals, and flights—noise, lights, and applause
Last Updated: 2026-01-24
Chapter: Chapter 55 Malum’s POV I called Cassandra into my office and asked her to prepare every document related to the Harrison contract—the proposals, the projections, the amended clauses, everything. This deal had lingered too long, and I was tired of moving in circles. I needed precision now, not excuses. I noticed her hesitation immediately. Cassandra was never subtle when something bothered her. She held the folder tighter than necessary, her jaw clenched, her eyes calculating. I asked her what was wrong. She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she placed the folder on my desk with more force than necessary and folded her arms across her chest. “I don’t feel good about this,” Cassandra finally said. “About you trusting Freya.” I leaned back in my chair, studying her. “Go on.” She exhaled sharply. “You’re putting too much faith in someone who doesn’t even understand the game she’s being used to play. We have a safer option—the second plan. The fake Harrison's missing daughter. It’s cleaner, f
Last Updated: 2026-01-22
Chapter: Chapter 54 Freya’s POV My mind hadn’t rested since the day I met the woman who claimed to be my mother. Even when my body slept, my thoughts didn’t. They circled endlessly—her face, the photographs, the way nothing about her felt right, and yet everything suddenly felt too real. The worst part was that I couldn’t tell anyone. Not Scarlett. Not Mrs. Harrison. And definitely not Malum. So I carried it quietly, folding the weight of it into myself and pretending nothing was wrong. That morning, while Malum adjusted his cufflinks and prepared to leave for work, he asked the question I had been dreading. “What’s the update?” he said casually. “About the meeting with the Harrisons.” My heart skipped. Fear tightened my chest—not just fear of his reaction, but fear of disappointing him. Fear of watching that brief warmth he’d shown me disappear. “I… I spoke to the Harrison brothers already,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. “Their mother’s birthday is coming up, so they said we could
Last Updated: 2026-01-21
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