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2025-09-03 00:18:28Amara’s POV
“If Marco loved me, this test would change everything. But if I had misjudged him… then one pink line might ruin both our lives.” “Tell me, Amara, tell me, tell me!” Emma’s excitement spilled over her words, her voice higher than usual. My hands trembled as I placed the pregnancy test kit on the table. “I don’t know what it says. You check. I’ve never used one before.” Emma didn't need more encouragement. She slid into my spot, taking the kit with eager fingers. I stepped aside, heart hammering. Emma’s mother was a nurse, and Emma had practically grown up in the hospital halls. If anyone could read it right, it was her. But then…. Silent. Emma’s eyes lingered on the test, unreadable. “Don’t go quite on me,” I urged, voice sharp with nerves. “What does it say?” She looked at me, then grinned so wide it nearly split her face. “We’re having little Marco.… and I’m going to be an aunt!” she shrieked. “Shhh!” I slapped a hand over her mouth before she woke my Nonna. My grandmother would never understand our English chatter, but still, her frail body needed rest, not chaos. Excitement and fear watered inside me. I managed a shaky whisper. “So…. What do we do now?” “What do you mean?” Emma tilted her head, her eyes sparkling. “You tell Marco, of course. Then we can start planning the wedding.” Her words should have filled me with warmth, but instead, I whispered, almost to myself, “A wedding. Yes…. That’s how it’s supposed to be.” Emma squeezed my shoulder. “Don’t overthink. Just tell him.” I didn't even wait to say goodbye. My legs carried me straight to Marco’s apartment, excitement overriding reason. We hadn't spoken much about marriage yet, but Marco loved me. He would want this too. Or so I thought. When I reached his door, I hesitated, hand on the handle. That's when I heard it…. The unmistakable sound of a woman’s voice. “So when do you plan on ending it with that dirty girl?” My breath stilled. Marco’s voice came next. “Which girl? I don't know what you're talking about.” “Don’t play dumb. You know I mean Amara. I kept fucking you while you play house with her.” I froze. “You don't have to worry,” Marco said smoothly. “Amara and I…. It’s nothing serious. Just a fling.” The words slammed into me—just a fling. The stranger pressed further. “And what if this fling leads to pregnancy?” Marco laughed. Laughed. “Pregnancy? That would never happen. And even if it did….. I’d never marry someone like Amara. She doesn't fit my status. I need someone like you.” His voice dipped lower, followed by the wet sound of a kiss. The weight of my hand on the door handle suddenly became unbearable. My chest burned. My legs refused to move. He wasn't my boyfriend. He wasn't my future. I was just a joke to him. I ran before my sobs betrayed me, the night air cutting into my skin as hard as his words. But where could I go? Nonna was waiting in our tiny apartment. I couldn't raise a child there. I couldn't even afford her medicine. I pressed my palm to my mouth, mugging a sob. Emma’s words from earlier echoed cruelly: “If Marco truly loves you, he’ll stay. If he doesn't….you’ll finally know the truth,” Truth. A blade sharper than any knife. I thought of Nonna—my grandmother—her mind slipping further each day, forgetting my name, mistaking me for a stranger. Or the job I’d lost two weeks ago, the bills were piling higher than hope. Of Marco, who had sworn to build a future with me. Every memory was a thread fraying at the edges. I walked blindly until neon lights and the stale stench of alcohol pulled me into a bar. Men turned their heads as I entered, their gazes sharp, unwelcoming. No other women. The bartender was a man, too. I sat anyway. I needed to drown Marco’s betrayal, if only for a moment. “Beer,” I muttered, my voice breaking. When my phone rang, every eye snapped towards me. I turned my face away, clutching the phone like a lifeline. It was Emma. “ Amara….. Please get here now. Your Nonna tried to get up. She fell. They've admitted her, but won’t treat her until your debt is paid. I’m begging them, but they won't listen. Please, come quickly.” My stomach dropped. My breath caught. Nonna….my only family, my reason for surviving. I shoved back from the counter, ready to run….when gunfire cracked the air. One shot. Then another. Chaos erupted. The men who’d been watching me scattered instantly. Chairs overturned. The bartender vanished. My heart stopped as police sirens wailed outside. Before I could move, rough hands yanked me back. Cold metal cuffs snapped around my wrists. “Anything you say can and will be used against you.” “No….. You don't understand!” I tried to protest, but the officers shoved me forward. At the station, they herded me with the others. My mind was spinning….pregnancy, betrayal, Nonna, prison bars. My world was collapsing. And then…. A voice boomed, commanding, the impossible to ignore. “ Get me my lawyer. Now. Do you know who I am?” The guards tried to quiet him. He refused. I turned towards the sound. “And then our eyes met. Cold. Commanding. Dangerous. The man whose name was whispered with fear across Italy. The infamous Alessandro Vitale….the last man I should ever cross paths with…was staring directly at me.”
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Alessandro’s POV I drove like a man with nothing to lose. The Vitale roads blurred into one long, impatient streak of asphalt; I had imagined Damian’s voice in the passenger seat as a distant instrument—urgent, clipped—until the hospital lights cut through the windshield and the world narrowed to the doors and whatever waited behind them. Damian had been waiting in the parking lot. He rushed to open my door and I stepped out before I could ask a single question. A nurse handed me a sheet of paper as if it were casual hospital litter; I didn’t read it then. I scanned the corridor and my stride found a stretcher rolling towards a lift. There she was—Amara, pale and still, tucked into crisp white sheets as if someone had tried to iron the life out of her. Elena beside her, frantic and wet-eyed. The sight cracked something open in my chest that was not anger, not yet—not only anger. The doctor told me aside into his small office and asked if I’d read the results. I told him I ha
OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim Chapter 78
Victor’s POV I savored the wine like I savored other people’s unraveling—slowly, with a private smile curling at the edges. The wedding had been a delicious mess; the kind of theatre you only get once in a lifetime if you were lucky, and I had been greedily taking my seat in the front row. I hadn't meant for everything to go so spectacularly sideways. Rebecca’s little revenge request was a nudge at first—something to amuse her while she got what she wanted. I told her I’d help. I didn't promise fireworks. But once the gears were in motion, small things became avalanches. Salvo’s truck trick had started as a nuisance. The floral glitch, the loosened seam—clever, petty, theatrical. Then Amara decided to be a heroine and drove the truck back herself. I laughed then, quietly, at the way the universe punished the neat plans of men who think in straight lines. What I’d wanted originally was spectacle: a public crack to make Ginevra flinch, to make Alessandro look brittle in front
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Alessandro’s POV We waited for him until then patience in my chest thinned to an ache. Don Francesco’s villa smelled of old money and newer conspiracies — burnt espresso, leather, the faint metallic tang of cigar smoke. His boys kept glancing toward the study door as if the answer to everything might slip out of it and run toward us. A man returned from the hall, shrugged, and repeated the same line he’d been given: Don Francecso is still with his client. It sounded rehearsed, and each repetition felt like a nail driven one millimeter deepr into the afternoon. Damian watched me, and I watch him watch me — the way he always did when there was something he couldn't deliver without me first taking another breath. At last, he cleared his throat. “Boss… Signorina Ginevra had called before the wedding. She told me to make sure the divorce papers be delivered to her. She said it was urgent.” My spine folded with the thought of it: the papers. My signature was already there; I’d
OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim Chapter 76
Ginevra’s POV Amara walks into the room as though she owns the place. She wears his robe with the same ease a woman wears a promise. The sight sharpens something in my chest — hunger, fury, the small cold shame of being overlooked. Matilde had told me he carried her to his bed. Every detail Matilde spoke of lodged under my skin like a splinter. “Stop!” she commanded, though the servants are already doing as I said earlier; they know better than to resist me. Still, Amara stands there, calm and unhurried. The way she meets my eyes — without flinching — is an insult folded into silk. I hold the doctor’s report in my hand like a loaded card. I will play it. I will make the world believe what I know to be true. I will not be the daughter mocked at a table of men. She meets my accusation with a quietness that is harder to break than a scream. “You were the one who spiked my drink,” I say, and the room tightens. “Me?” she answers, voice even. “Why would I do that?” I had
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Don Francesco’s POV I laughed satisfied as I drained the last drop of wine from my glass. A knock sounded at the door. One of my men stuck his head inside, stiff and anxious. “Don Alessandro asked me to check if you are done with your client,” he said. Of course he did. I waved my hand dismissively. “Go back and tell him I am still occupied. Important business.” He glanced around the room — perfectly empty — and his eyes told me he understood the lie. But he bowed and left without a word. Good. Let him think I am still handling something valuable. The less he knows, the better. When Ginevra told me what she intended to do to that girl — Amara — I knew she would need help. My daughter… tried so hard to be strong, but she is fragile and broken since her mother abandoned her. I have always sworn I would make sure she gets everything she wants because she deserves it. Yesterday, she was humiliated. Publicly. Because of that girl. My daughter — dragged into disgrace.
OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim Chapter 74
Amara’s POV The scream tore me out of sleep. My heart slammed against my ribs as the remnants of my dreams scattered — my parents’ urging me to run, to escape — the same nightmare that haunted my first night in this house. Only… this wasn’t my room. This was his. Alessandro’s scent lingered on the sheets. The events of last night washed through me like a wave — his hands gripping my waist, his mouth claiming mine, his fingers between my legs, the way I cling to him as if refusing to ever let go again. And now, I truly believe… maybe I wouldn’t have to. I slipped into his robe, tightening it around my body as hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway. Elena’s panicked pleas cut through the noise: “Please — leave Signora’s things! She begged!” My throat tightened. What is happening? I stepped out into chaos. Servants rushed in and out of my room — clothes shoved into boxes, drawers emptied with careless hands. A large trunk lay open, stuffed with my dresses as thoug
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