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Chapter 82

Author: Abisola Janet
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-04 23:38:19

Amara’s POV

When Elena told me she had reached Emma and carried out everything I’d entrusted her with, I felt a weight lift from my chest.

Relief — sharp and trembling — washed through me. The chessboard was still mine. The dice would keep rolling in my favor.

This plan had always been Emma’s masterpiece, from the pills I slipped into Alessandro’s drink to every carefully rehearsed step since. She’d promised that, in the end, everything would fall into place — that I only needed to survive until then. Never get chased out. Never let them strip me of the title Signora Amara Vitale.

Now, I had both survival and silence on my side.

My child carried the Vitale name — the first grandchild of the Vitale dynasty.

And Alessandro? He’d never learn the truth. Not now. Not ever.

For the first time in months, I allowed myself to feel proud.

Nonna was safe — receiving care in one of the best hospitals, her bills handled without a single debt. My child had a future and a father. I’
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  • OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim   Chapter 82

    Amara’s POV When Elena told me she had reached Emma and carried out everything I’d entrusted her with, I felt a weight lift from my chest. Relief — sharp and trembling — washed through me. The chessboard was still mine. The dice would keep rolling in my favor. This plan had always been Emma’s masterpiece, from the pills I slipped into Alessandro’s drink to every carefully rehearsed step since. She’d promised that, in the end, everything would fall into place — that I only needed to survive until then. Never get chased out. Never let them strip me of the title Signora Amara Vitale. Now, I had both survival and silence on my side. My child carried the Vitale name — the first grandchild of the Vitale dynasty. And Alessandro? He’d never learn the truth. Not now. Not ever. For the first time in months, I allowed myself to feel proud. Nonna was safe — receiving care in one of the best hospitals, her bills handled without a single debt. My child had a future and a father. I’

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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

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