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OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim Chapter 80
Amara’s POV When I opened my eyes, the world was white and still. The ceiling above me blurred into a soft haze, and the air reeked faintly of antiseptic. I could hear distant murmurs — nurses asking questions I barely understood. “Can you hear us?” “Does your chest hurt?” Do you feel dizzy?” But my mind wasn't here. It was still trapped in the echo of Ginevra’s voice — sharp, mocking — and the horrified gasps of the servants. Then… nothing. Just blackness swallowing everything. When I tried to move, a sharp tug pulled at my wrist. A drip line. I blinked, realizing I was being wheeled down the corridor on a hospital trolley. The wheels squeaked faintly, and a few nurses hurried alongside, whispering things to one another. Then I saw him. Alessandro stood at the far end of the hall, rigid and silent, his expression unreadable. The doctors gestured for him to follow, and without a word, he obeyed. His eyes flickered once toward me — quick, assessing — before he disappear
OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim Chapter 79
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
OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim Chapter 77
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
OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim Chapter 75
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.
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