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OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim Chapter 84
Amara’s POV The sound of my own scream startled me awake. “Please wait—please don't leave me!” I gasped, my heart slamming against my ribs. For a moment, I didn't know where I was—only that a hand touched mine and a voice spoke softly beside me. “Amara, it’s all right. I’m here,” Alessandro murmured. His thumb brushed across my knuckles. “Just a bad dream.” The relief that followed was almost dizzying. To wake up from terror and see him there—his face close, his voice calm—felt like waking into a new world. Everything that had happened these past few days—him making breakfast, driving me to see Nonna, the quiet talks we shared—wasn't a dream. It was real. And somehow, impossibly, it was my new reality. He waited a moment before asking, “What was it about?” I hesitated. How do you tell your husband you dreamt of ghosts you’ve never met? Of parents whose faces you’ve never seen, whose absence has always been louder than their existence? But the words slipped out anyway. “It w
OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim Chapter 83
Alessandro’s POV The morning sunlight brightened the day, but it found me in the kitchen instead of the study. I knew it must’ve been a strange sight—“the Don” with his sleeves rolled up, standing beside a stove. Even Damian looked uneasy as I used the toaster to slice bread, as if I might burn the house down. Elena hovered nearby, insisting she handle most of it, but I wanted to help. I needed to. Doing something ordinary felt grounding after the chaos of the last few days. “You’re cutting it too thick, Signore,” she said softly. “Then fix it,” I replied, half-smiling. Within minutes, the smell of butter and eggs filled the room. The kitchen buzzed with whispered shock. “He never did this for Signorina Ginevra,” one servant murmured. “I’ve worked here six years—she’s right,” another whispered. I didn’t tell them to stop. Let them talk. Their gossip was harmless for once, and a strange satisfaction stirred in me as I imagined Ginevra hearing it from afar. Maybe by
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’
OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim Chapter 81
Elena’s POV I had witnessed everything — from when Signorina Ginevra raised her voice, to the instant she lost control. Her fury filled every corner of the estate. When Signora Amara denied the accusations, Signorina Ginevra struck her. I had tried to help, but what strength could I have against Matilde and the others, whose fear of Signorina Ginevra chained their hands? The room had felt suffocating, thick with the scent of perfume and panic. When Signora Amara fainted, I screamed for help, but no one dared move. They all stood still, pretending deafness was loyalty. So I did what I had to do — I ran. Outside, the wind hit my face like a slap. Along the estate road, I found a few workmen fixing the gate. I begged them for help, and when one of them finally followed me in, I guided them back inside. Together, we lifted Signora Amara’s limp body and took her out. The man called a taxi, and I rode with her to the hospital, her hand cold in mine. At the hospital, I watched as the d
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
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