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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.
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
OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim Chapter 73
Ginevra’s POV Matilde walked me home last night, I still hear the servants’ voices in my head — a knot of whispers that didn't sound like idle gossip. When I asked Matilde what they were saying, she went quiet on the spot, like a child caught mid-lie. I fixed her with the look I use on anyone who tries to patronize me. “What are they saying?” I demanded. “It’s about you, Signorina,” she said finally. “They think Signora Amara set you up.” The words landed like a slap. I waited for her to continue. She didn’t at first, but she found the courage to speak when I didn't move. “At the wedding,” Matilde said, voice small, “I saw Signora Amara near the guest house. She was talking to a waiter. Then I remember when she had gone for a long time — longer than anyone who only went to change. And a shadow passed when I asked the waiter who brought the drink …” Everything clicked. The scene unspooled in my head — the loosening of her dress, the hush that followed, Amara’s too-calm
OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim Chapter 72
Alessandro’s POV Morning came softer than I expected. A pale, golden light crept through the curtains, warning the edges of the room. But the true warmth was beside me — Amara, curled into the sheets, her breathing steady and soft. I lay there for a moment, just watching her. She looked… safe. For the first time, I realized I wanted to be the one who kept her that way. She shifted, a faint wince pulling between her brows. A bad dream — I could tell. I softly kissed her forehead, my palm smoothing over her hair. “I’m here,” I whispered, though she didn’t hear me. “You're alright.” Last night had been — more than desire. More than release. It felt like crossing a threshold I couldn't turn back from. The contract marriage. The rules. The expectations. Every lie I had built fell away in the dark with her lips on mine. And God help me… I didn't want them back. I slipped from thr bed reluctantly, dressing quickly before my resolve could weaken. A Don couldn't lie in the bed all
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