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OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim Chapter 122
Amara’s POV We had expected tears. Begging. Even shame.What we didn’t expect was hatred.Instead of remorse, Matilde lifted her chin and laughed bitterly. “This is your fault,” she said, pointing straight at me. “Everything that’s happening is because of you.”Elena and I froze.Before I could even process her words, a sharp sound cut through the room.Slap.Elena’s palm landed hard against Matilde’s cheek, unapologetic, echoing through the walls. Matilde staggered slightly, her hand flying to her face, eyes wide with shock. For a brief moment, I thought the blow might knock some sense into her.It didn’t.She straightened, her eyes burning. “You forced your way into the Vitale villa,” she spat, glaring at me. “Ever since you came, everything changed. Signorina Ginevra was pushed out of Alessandro’s life. I became nothing. Nothing! It was never like this before you married him.”Her words sliced through me.“You destroyed everything,” she continued, her voice rising. “All I ever wan
OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim Chapter 121
Amara’s POV The house felt too quiet. Not the peaceful kind of silence that came with early mornings or late nights, but the heavy, watchful kind—the kind that made every footstep echo and every shadow seem intentional. We were still in the middle of searching the villa for the missing pregnancy test, and with every passing hour, the weight of it pressed harder on my chest. Today, I had sent all the servants on errands. Every single one of them. At the moment, only Elena and I remained in the villa, the large estate suddenly feeling smaller, tighter, as if the walls themselves were listening. It had been Elena’s idea, and the more I thought about it, the more sense it made. She said we couldn’t search properly with so many people moving in and out, watching, listening, reporting. Whoever had gone through her room—whoever had turned her things upside down and taken the pregnancy result—wasn’t a stranger. They lived here. That realization alone sent a chill down my spine. The
OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim Chapter 120
Alessandro’s POV. The truck slowed, then came to a sudden stop. I looked around, confused. The place was crowded—too crowded. People moved in clusters, voices overlapping, laughter mixing with the low thrum of music from somewhere nearby. It didn’t look like a final destination, not the kind of quiet exchange point I’d imagined. But then again, Genoa wasn’t my city. I had no map of its underworld yet. Before I could say anything, Matteo reached behind his seat, grabbed the bag of Coke with the client’s name written boldly across it, and opened his door. Instinctively, I moved to do the same. The moment I pushed my door open, Matteo’s hand shot out. He caught the handle and shoved it closed, forcing me back into my seat. “You don’t need to come along,” he said firmly. I frowned. “Why not?” Matteo slung the bag over his shoulder and leaned slightly into the car, lowering his voice. “This client is tricky. Very tricky.” He glanced around the area, his eyes sharp, calculating.
OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim Chapter 119
Alessandro’s POV When I got back to Genoa, I didn’t announce myself. The house Matteo and I were staying in wasn’t large—just an ordinary place an errand boy could afford without raising suspicion. One living space. One narrow kitchen. No walls thick enough to hide anything. The kind of place where, the moment you stepped inside, you could see everything that mattered. And I did. Matteo was at the table. Not eating. Not drinking. Working. Several clear bags were laid out in neat rows, each tagged with a client’s name. Some were full. Others sat empty, waiting. Beside them was a larger bag—already opened—white powder glinting under the dull overhead light. Coke. My stomach tightened as I watched him scoop from the larger bag and pour into the smaller ones with practiced precision. Not rushed. Not sloppy. Careful. Calculated. He’d already filled a few before I came in; I could tell by the way the bags were sealed and stacked aside. The amounts going into the smaller bags were
OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim Chapter 118
Chapter 118Amara’s POVI had thought—naively—that when Alessandro came back, even if it was only for a short while, time would finally slow down for us. That we would steal hours from the world the way we used to steal glances. But that wasn’t the case. His visit felt like borrowed time, rushed and fragile, as if someone might snatch it away if we lingered too long.The urgency in his voice unsettled me. Every time he glanced at the clock or checked his phone, a chill slid down my spine. Still, he kept reassuring me—everything is going according to plan, he said. Genoa was under control. All he had to do was keep a low profile, blend in, and wait it out. He spoke with such certainty that I forced myself to believe him, even when my instincts whispered otherwise.I never got the chance to tell him.About the hospital.About the doctor’s words.About the fact that the baby had turned into babies.The truth sat heavy on my chest, but there was no space for it. Every moment felt counted,
OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim Chapter 117
Alessandro’s POV Ever since my arrival in Genoa, one would think Matteo and I lived inside a club. Night after night, the music never truly ended. Different locations, same dim lights, same pulse of sound vibrating through the walls, same scent of alcohol and expensive recklessness hanging in the air. If anyone had told me weeks ago that this would be my reality, I would have laughed and dismissed it as impossible. Yet here I was. What stood out the most was what didn’t happen. The incident I had witnessed on my first night—the underground casino, the men in black suits, Matteo disappearing and reappearing like nothing had happened—never repeated itself. Not even once. No strange interruptions. No sudden arrivals. No whispered conversations that ended too quickly. And Matteo never mentioned it. That alone told me everything I needed to know. He wasn’t stupid. He knew better than to bring it up, and I knew better than to ask. The moment I did, it would be obvious I was watchin
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