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CLAIMED BY THE DON Devil’s Playground
ELENA’S POVA couple of days had slipped by in soft, golden light, and our home finally felt alive with real peace. Renzo had become the heart of every moment. He woke us with giggles, demanded piggyback rides through the garden, and fell asleep each night tucked between us after Lorenzo told him wild stories about dragons and hidden kingdoms. My husband had turned into the most devoted father I had ever witnessed. He sat on the floor for hours building towers with blocks, carried Renzo on his shoulders while they explored the penthouse, and spent every evening at the grand piano guiding our son’s small fingers across the keys. The sound of their laughter and simple music drifted through the halls like healing balm after years of pain.Tonight was no different from other nights. I stood at the top of the stairs, leaning against the railing in a sheer black nightgown that clung to my breasts and barely skimmed my thighs. Below, Lorenzo sat at the piano with Renzo on his lap. Their dar
CLAIMED BY THE DON I Fell First And She Fell Harder
ENZO’S POV “She is not here,” Maria had said quickly as soon as I had walked into the house. “She told me she needed time alone and headed to the beach. She left her phone behind. I tried to stop her but she insisted.” Panic had exploded in my chest. Elena had only just begun remembering fragments of her memories. The idea of her wandering off alone, especially after everything that had happened, sent me spinning. Hearing that, I did not wait for more details. I had quickly turned and ran back outside, as I wished that she was safe. I had jumped into the car like a mad man with Matteo already behind the wheel and barked the direction to the beach.The drive here felt endless. Every second stretched while worst-case scenarios played through my mind. What if the memories had overwhelmed her? What if she had slipped away again? When we got here I didn’t wait for a second long as I gripped the door handle until my knuckles turned white. I leaped out quickly, my breath coming in short as
CLAIMED BY THE DON I Am Elena
ELENA’S POV I paced the bedroom floor after Lorenzo left, my stomach churning with a mix of fear and helplessness. He had gone out to handle the men who had hurt me, and though I knew his reputation as Il Diavolo made him nearly untouchable, worry still gnawed at me. This life of blood and shadows felt overwhelming after the quiet days we had shared. I had not fully grasped its edges yet, and the thought of him walking into danger sent sharp anxiety through my chest.Mrs. Maria had taken charge downstairs without me asking. She bathed Renzo with patient hands, dressed him in clean clothes, and offered to prepare lunch and dinner so I could rest. "You just enjoy being the wife again," she told me with a warm smile as she led Renzo toward the kitchen. "I have everything under control here. There’s no need to worry about anything."I returned to our room after a long bath, the towel still wrapped snugly around my body while steam lingered in the air. I headed toward the walk-in closet t
CLAIMED BY THE DON Blood For Blood
ENZO’S POV I stood on the balcony overlooking the living room with a fresh cup of coffee in my hand. Elena laughed downstairs as Mrs. Maria showed her how to arrange fresh flowers in the vase, the older woman’s voice warm and familiar after I had called her back last night after Elena drifted to sleep. Renzo darted between them, giggling loudly while Matteo kept him entertained with silly faces. Everything looked perfect. My wife had her memories returning piece by piece, our son bonded with both of us, and the house finally felt alive again. Yet the news Matteo had delivered earlier still burned in my gut like acid. I could not let it go.Last night I had called Matteo and ordered him to track down every associate and friend linked to Dante. I did not care whether they had directly touched her or simply stood by. Anyone who had breathed the same air as that bastard and stayed silent while he stole my family deserved to die. Matteo, efficient as always, had moved fast. He delivered
CLAIMED BY THE DON Morning After
SOFIA’S POV I woke slowly, sunlight filtering through the half-drawn curtains and warming my face. My eyes fluttered open and landed straight on him. Lorenzo lay beside me, still deep in sleep, one arm flung above his head and the other resting loosely across his bare chest. God, he looked beautiful. His dark lashes cast soft shadows on his cheeks, his full lips slightly parted, and that sharp jaw relaxed in a way I rarely saw when he was awake. Even in sleep he looked like some dangerous angel sent straight from heaven, though I knew better. This particular angel carried the devil in his blood and the weight of the world on his shoulders. What had I done in my past life to deserve a man like this? Handsome felt like such a weak word to describe this gorgeous man. He was a masterpiece, every line of his face carved with precision, every scar a story I still struggled to remember. My chest tightened with a rush of warmth and disbelief. I stared at his breathing, the way his hair fel
CLAIMED BY THE DON Reclaimed
ENZO’S POV I stared down at her, breath ragged, as that soft, throaty laugh slipped past her lips and wrapped around my dick like a velvet fist. Elena. My Elena. The woman I’d lost to hell had clawed her way back to me—eyes blazing with raw, feral hunger, body arching up off the bed like she was starving for my touch. No one else would have whispered those exact filthy words about the loaded gun and the knife. The truth slammed into me with brutal force: savage joy mixed with a fresh wave of murderous rage. That means she was remembering things clearly. Despite how beautiful and cheerful she looked while laughing, I could still see the pain in her eyes, the pain that bastard Dante caused her. He was already rotting in hell, but the others—the bastards who had passed my wife around like a disposable toy, who had bruised her skin and shattered her trust—they still drew breath. I would hunt every last one of them down, drag them screaming into the dark, and make them beg for death lon
CLAIMED BY THE DON Wrong Car
ELENA’S POV The SUV pulled away from the villa gates as the tinted windows turned the afternoon sun into dull bronze streaks. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass and let fresh tears slide down my cheeks without wiping them. The overnight bag sat heavy on the seat beside me like a promise
Huling Na-update : 2026-04-02CLAIMED BY THE DON Destroyed Trust
ELENA’S POV The villa stayed dark. I sat on the top step of the staircase with my knees pulled to my chest and my arms wrapped tight around them. Tears had dried on my cheeks hours ago leaving tight salty tracks that stung whenever I moved. The house felt too big and too quiet without Enzo’s foots
Huling Na-update : 2026-04-01CLAIMED BY THE DON Shattered Safeguards
ENZO’S POV I stood at the mansion’s front window and watched the car disappear down the drive with Elena inside, flanked by Mamma Rosa and Papa. My chest tightened as relief mixed with dread, because I had orchestrated their departure for reasons I kept buried deep. Intel from my sources had buzz
Huling Na-update : 2026-03-30CLAIMED BY THE DON Can’t Help Falling in Love With You
ELENA’S POV I perched on the velvet stool in front of the grand mirror in the hotel suite, golden afternoon sunlight pouring through the windows and dancing across the room with a warmth that soothed my aching shoulder, where fresh bandages concealed the wound from last night’s horror. My fingers
Huling Na-update : 2026-03-30
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