All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Boss: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ISABELLA DELUCA-MORETTI We got married in the state of Florida, a quiet arrangement. There was no way I would call it a ceremony. It was just us and the judge, in an office with high-back chairs and bright white lights. I did not want Mum to come. It did not feel like a family affair or something to celebrate. Enzo’s parents were not there. They could not be there even if we did it in New York. And you know who was to blame for that, Mum. And she was going to get away with it. I made sure of that when I signed the marriage papers. When I took the surname of a man who had no family except for me. When I exchanged marriage vows, promising my life to a union when just weeks ago, I let my son die. I slipped on my wedding ring. It was Enzo’s grandmother’s, a rare find during an antique sale. It had been with the family since then. The attack on their lives did not take it away, and Enzo wanted me to have it. I brushed powder onto my cheeks, topped it with blush, and smiled at my r

ENZO MORETTI “I got you coffee,” I said and handed a cup to Isa. She held it with both hands and thanked me. After she took a sip of the hot liquid, she put the mug down and signalled to the paper in front of her. “Our lawyers looked at everything and this is it. These are the amount of shares I can buy.” “You don’t have to buy them,” I cut into Isa’s talk. I had been discussing bringing her onto the board at M & M Group of Companies, as she was now my wife. Marco was furious when he heard about it but he had no other option than to let me do what I wanted. Isa was, after all, my wife. Marco and I had sixty percent shares together. If we split it in the middle, that would be thirty percent each, and then I would be giving half of that to Isa. We were partners just as we were married. “I will buy them. Love doesn’t pay the bills,” Isa said and lifted her cup to her mouth again. The door opened and Marco walked in, our lawyers trailing behind him. One was for M & M, the other wa

ISA I was never one for family gatherings, including this one. It was Cleo’s engagement weekend or, in Enzo’s words, “a family weekend where we come together to celebrate the new engagement and marriage.” Enzo and I had been successful in keeping away from gatherings like this. Our marriage was done in secret and we were swamped with work. We were making headlines every day because of how many businesses we had been handling, so we had a reason not to have a wedding dinner or party or whatever. Cleo and Marco, on the other hand, were bringing everyone together. And I mean everyone. Mr. Chad Garcia, our dad, was coming. Marco’s mother and sister were going to be there and Enzo and I had to be there too. Enzo and I had taken the back door in as we were staying in the smaller quarters. It was going to be a long weekend. Now, it was time for dinner and we could not run away anymore from the rest of the family. “Give me your hand,” Enzo said as we walked down the cobblestone

ENZO MORETTI “Thanks, Ma. I really needed that after yesterday,” I said as Tatiana handed me the glass of herbal tea. I’d woken up late this afternoon and instead of Isa and me getting up, we spent the entire day bed rotting. Last night had gone well. It was an intimate dinner with just family. Today, however, was going to be a bigger event as more people would be invited. It wasn’t the main wedding but it was a good start. Isa was in the shower right now and I had slipped out to get hot beverages for us when I ran into Tatiana in the kitchen. “You should get yourself one of those clubs she has up in Florida,” Tatiana said when she turned away from the stove to hand me the second cup. “Ma, please take it easy on her,” I pleaded. “What?” Tatiana asked. “I think she’s good, brave, but I also want you to get something out of this just in case it goes bad. Marco told me about the shares you handed to her.” “We settled with the hospital.” “What is a hospital in compariso

MARCO MARTINS “How dare you?” Mum asked Enzo after she had slapped him across the face. I had been tapping my feet on the floor all day, and it was doing little to nothing to make me feel better. I didn’t even remember the night of the attack. That pissed me off even more. Trauma so intense can have a way of blocking your memories. All I remember was the man Mum had fought off her. I could have watched my mum get defiled, sexually abused, and perhaps they would have killed her too and me next. She fought and we’re still here today. Cass Moretti and Owen Moretti didn’t make it. How could Enzo spit on the memory of his dead parents? It disgusted me and if it were up to me, a slap would be the tip of the iceberg of what he would be getting from me. “I didn’t know until.” “A few weeks ago you would have told us immediately you found out but you didn’t. You brought a daughter of a traitor to our house, our home, brought her into the business, now even her sister is gettin