All Chapters of Four times Rejected, Claimed by Mafia Stepbrother : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Serena's Pov The day came faster than I expected. One moment I was locked away in a cold, empty room, feeling smaller than a broken twig beneath heavy boots, and the next, Vincent’s guards stormed in without warning. They grabbed me roughly by the arms, their grip was hard and unforgiving. There was no room to argue. I was dragged out, scrubbed like dirt off the floor, and dressed in a white gown that felt too tight and delicate for someone who had been broken and bruised inside. My skin was still raw from scrapes and burns, but the cold water rinsed it away in a way that made me feel emptier. Clean on the outside but hollow on the inside.I looked at my reflection in the cracked mirror, hardly recognizing the person staring back. My hair was pulled back tight, my face pale, but my eyes—they were still sharp. The fire inside hadn’t died yet, not completely. Vincent’s guards didn’t give me a chance to prepare. They marched me down long, cold corridors, past familiar faces that look

Damien's Pov It's been weeks since I watched things unfold like a nightmare before me, knowing exactly how many people were against me since the unfortunate incident that happened.We've been here since in disguise.The underground room was cold, sterile, but heavily fortified, exactly how I wanted it. No one knew I was here, no one suspected a thing. Out there, they thought I was either dead or lying somewhere, rotting away, waiting for a so-called cure. The perfect illusion. The perfect trap for my enemies to fall into complacency.But I wasn’t dead. Far from it.I was here, surrounded by my most trusted—Zayn by my side, his face drawn but sharp with focus; technicians hunched over monitors, hackers typing furiously, their screens flashing with lines of code and maps of the city. This was my real battlefield now…..one of shadows and whispers, not gunfire and blood.My body was still weak, the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins like poison. It drained me, left me barely able to h

Serena's Pov The moment I stepped out of the hidden passage, the sharp coldness of night bit into my skin. I wrapped Damien’s oversized jacket tighter around my body and crept through the woods like a ghost…..silent, cautious, and haunted by everything I had just experienced.He was alive.That one truth burned in my veins, lighting a fire in the darkness I’d been trapped in for weeks. But now more than ever, I had to move carefully. Because if I made a mistake or if I slipped up, or hesitated for even a second…I wouldn’t just be jeopardizing myself. I’d be jeopardizing Damien, his men, and every plan that had been so meticulously woven underground.I couldn’t be the reason he wavered.So I moved quickly, slipping past the old trail, weaving between the trees until I reached the back wall of Vincent’s estate. My heart pounded as I scaled the side, using the twisted ivy roots like makeshift ropes until I reached the window to my quarters.I paused, listening to know if everywhere was

Serena's Pov I didn’t know if I was alive or dead when Vincent yanked me off the bed.I didn’t even feel the ground beneath my feet as he dragged me by the wrist, uncaring if I stumbled or staggered or collapsed halfway. My head was pounding. My lips were dry and cracked. My heart had become a fragile, barely-beating thing in my chest.He didn’t care because to him, I was just a prize to show off tonight.The grand finale to his twisted performance.“Get up,” he snarled, throwing me like a ragdoll into the arms of two women I didn’t recognize—servants, maybe. Or just more puppets in his dark circus.They said nothing but just grabbed my arms and pulled me deeper into a dressing chamber lit with yellow bulbs. . Their hands were cold but their faces colder as if they were transferring aggression towards me I wanted to fight or scream at the same time but my voice refused to rise.I was stripped down and dressed like a ghost bride, one who had long since died and had been resurrected j

Damien's Pov The yard looked like a warzone—the kind I used to see in my darkest days, in those blood-drenched underworld courts where mercy was just a myth. It was always filled with shattered glass, splintered wood, fluttering like wounded birds. The dust in the air shimmered with the aftermath of my arrival, like gunpowder after a successful strike.Every second had been timed. Every chaos was a sketch of what I composed. I didn’t just come back from the dead. I orchestrated a resurrection.Serena stood still beside me, her eyes wide but not broken. Not anymore. I grabbed the silk cloth I’d tucked into my vest pocket and gently wrapped it over her nose and mouth before the gas had even hit its peak. The air had been infused with a synthetic mist which was harmless to most, but enough to incite panic. I wasn’t supposed to use it, not with her there, but there had been no other way. She would understand. I had to make sure she stayed safe. Always.Vincent was clawing at the air li