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CHAPTER 13
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2026-05-10 05:09:00
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Claimed by My Mafia Stepson CHAPTER 13
—Madeline—I looked out the window as the car rolled across the streets before slowing in front of a tall glass building.My driver opened the door for me like royalty.Inside, everything screamed old money and quiet luxury. Marble floors. Crystal chandeliers. Mannequins draped in gowns worth more than my yearly salary as a 911 operator.Staff bowed their heads when I passed. Everywhere I went, the Morvanti name moved ahead of me before I could even speak.And I hated how quickly people treated me differently because of it. They had no idea what I was enduring in the mansion.“Mrs. Morvanti,” a voice called.I turned and instantly recognized her. A six-time award-winning designer known for creating custom pieces for wives of politicians and wealthy elites.She approached with a warm smile, silver pins tucked between elegant fingers. “Hello,” I breathed.“We’ve been execting you.” She gestured. “This way, please.”She guided me into a private fitting suite lined with mirrors and racks
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—Madeline—He tossed his shirt on the floor and pulled me into his arms.A chill slithered down my spine.I should be happy, shouldn't I? My husband was finally reaching out on our honeymoon.He nuzzled my neck, hands trailing down my back. I turned my face before he could kiss me.“God. You smell so good, cara.”Terror and guilt collided in my chest.I should want him. He was my lawfully wedded husband, and it was only right that I fulfill my duty as his wife.Yet my stomach churned.His touches felt a thousand roaches crawling on my skin. I swallowed a scream and glanced at the door.All my life I had never wished for someone to barge in.“Androa,” I cried.“Yes, baby. Are you feeling this too?”He stepped back and unzipped his trousers, eyes dark and hungry as they swept over me. As if I was some meal he couldn't wait to devour.“Remove your clothes.”“What?”“Remove your clothes and get on the bed, cara.”My gaze flicked to the furniture. Wasn't that what I wanted last night when
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—Madeline— “What do you want?” I asked. Elisa. She didn’t answer. She closed the door behind her and walked further into the room. No rushing. No anger. That was worse. Her gaze drifted lazily over everything. My suitcase. The vanity. The bed—as though she were inspecting something she intended to keep. “I just came to check on you,” she spoke at last. My fingers clenched at my sides. “How thoughtful.” Her smile deepened—just a fraction. “It must have been suffocating for you in this mansion... To have no one to talk to.” “Elisa, it’s one thing to pretend to care.” “Oh, I do.” She turned around and faced me, a hand poised in the air. “It must've been a lonely night.” “What are you talking about?” I feigned ignorance. “Androa. Did you wait up for him?” “Elisa—” She touched her chest. “I'm your friend, remember?” “Are you?” She strolled to the desk. “You know I am. Or why else would I be here?” She ran her fingers on the surface. “Don't tell me yo
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—Madeline—The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, my hands flying to his chest.His hands slipped from his pockets with lightning speed, catching me by the upper arms to steady me. I looked up, and for a second, the hallway disappeared. There was only his cologne and the dark, fathomless depth of his eyes.I felt stripped bare.“Are you okay, Little Bird?”My breath caught. I took a back step away from him. Then another. “Stop calling me that. I'm Mrs. Morvanti now.”He didn't let go. If anything, his fingers tightened around me. A knowing smile curved his mouth. He leaned closer.“So… you do remember me.”“No,” I blurted breathlessly. “I don't remember you.”He tilted his head—slowly— his eyes tracing the line of my throat. “Are you sure? Because your pulse is telling me a different story.”He was right.My heart was thudding against my ribs so hard I was certain he could feel it through the soles of his shoes.I was a 911 operator, trained to be the calm in the center of so
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—Madeline—The air in the room felt too thin to breathe.No.The stranger I shared a passionate moment with last night was my husband’s estranged son?Why was he in the club last night? Wasn't he supposed to be somewhere—far away?I closed my eyes.Reopened them. He was still seated there, dressed in all black.Androa linked his arm through mine again. A fake smile played on his lips— the same hollow expression he'd worn throughout our wedding.“Meet my lovely wife, Madeline. Now, Mrs. Morvanti.”My gaze traveled back to him.Dominic.He didn't blink. Didn't move. Just watched me with the same hooded gaze that had seared my skin last night.My heart pounded.The morning sunlight felt too bright. Too sharp in contrast to the cold, heavy silence that'd followed in the living room.“Madeline.”He stripped the title away... leaving only my name hanging in the air like a forbidden secret as he reached for a glass of whiskey on the coffee table.“Have we met before?”“No, no,” I blurted and
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—Dominic—The ride to the mansion was long—too long. I leaned back against the leather seat as the city blurred past my window. It had been months. Maybe longer.I adjusted my cufflinks and met Marco's gaze through the rear mirror. He didn't say a word. Not immediately. He waited until we started up the hill leading to the mansion before he spoke.“You’ve already decided. Haven’t you?”I stared out the window. “I just have a feeling she's in trouble.”“She married him, sir. Not under a gun. What if this is what she chose?”“I’ve seen how he operates. He doesn’t hold a weapon to their heads—he holds the world hostage.”The iron gates of the Morvanti mansion swung open before us—already expecting me. I glanced at my father’s men stationed around the estate. Most of them already on my payroll.My men didn't wait for the convoy to come to a complete stop. They jumped out of the cars and scanned the perimeter.Marco was at my side instantly, his hand hovering near his holster as he opene
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