All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Boss: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CHAPTER 90ADRIENThe clinic smelled too clean. Like bleach and fresh paint and something sharp underneath, the kind of scent that clung to your clothes and your skin until you couldn’t wash it off.I sat in the leather chair, arms crossed, trying not to think about how much I hated being here. Lucien paced like he owned the place, which, knowing him, he probably did.The door opened, and a woman in a white coat stepped inside. She was middle-aged, warm brown eyes, her smile calm instead of forced. That annoyed me more than it should have.“Mr. Laurent,” she said, nodding politely at Lucien before turning to me. “And you must be Adrien.”“That depends who’s asking,” I muttered.Her smile widened slightly. “Dr. Moreau. I’ll be handling your case. May I sit?”“It’s your chair.” I gestured vaguely.Lucien shot me a sharp look, but Dr. Moreau just sat across from me, folding her hands. “Lucien mentioned you want reconstructive work. Full-body. Before we talk specifics, I’d like to hear fr

CHAPTER 92ADRIEN Two weeks. Fourteen days of fire under my skin, of waking up drenched in sweat and biting my tongue so Lucien wouldn’t hear me scream.The scars on my back were gone. The crooked nose, the hollow cheek, the uneven jaw—gone. In their place: someone I almost didn’t recognize in the mirror. And I loved it. I loved it so much it scared me.But pain had a way of reminding me nothing came free. My ribs ached every time I moved, my back pulled tight with each step, and my face still throbbed like it had its own heartbeat.“Slow down,” the physical therapist warned as I stretched, his hands hovering near my side.“I’m fine.” I forced my body through another movement, ignoring the stab in my chest.“You’re not fine.”“I said I’m fine.” My voice came out sharper than I meant, but I didn’t take it back. Weakness wasn’t an option anymore.Lucien was leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, watching. He looked at me like I was glass about to shatter.I hated it.“Adrien,” he said f

CHAPTER 94ADRIEN The coffee hadn’t even cooled before I had the first manager dragged into my office.He came in, sweating already, adjusting his glasses like they were a shield. Finance Manager. Mr. Chen. His file said he’d been here for twelve years. His face said he’d been asleep for eleven and a half.I didn’t tell him to sit. He sat anyway. Wrong move.“Stand,” I said flatly.He jerked back up, eyes wide. “Yes, sir.”I flipped one of the files onto the desk. “Explain why the company owes over a million in salaries.”He stammered. “S-sir, we—we had to divert funds—”“To what?” I cut in sharply.“Operational costs. Maintaining the company image. Public events. We couldn’t let people think—”I raised an eyebrow. “Think what? That we’re broke? Because the unpaid staff already think that. They’ve been thinking it for months.”He swallowed. “It was… it was the board’s decision.”“Funny,” I said coldly. “Because the board didn’t sign this.” I tapped the document. “You did.”His lips p

CHAPTER 96ADRIEN For the past week, my days had been filled with back-to-back investor meetings. I walked into boardrooms dressed in precision-tailored suits, carrying files thick with projections, charts, and drafted contracts. I spoke without hesitation, without emotion, laying out numbers that made sense and a vision that could not be ignored.Most of them didn’t care. Most of them said no. Too risky. Too unstable. A company drowning in debt was not a company worth saving.But two saw it. Crawford Holdings and Bellecour Energy. The moment I finished presenting to Crawford, their CFO leaned back, exchanged a glance with his CEO, and smiled. The contracts were signed two days later. Bellecour took longer, but by the end of the week, they transferred millions into our account. Real money. Enough to pay staff, restart projects, and silence rumors.Now the company was breathing again. And it was time to make sure it kept breathing.I pressed the intercom. “Evelyn. Call all the departm

CHAPTER 98ADRIENTwo months later, the company felt unrecognizable. What used to be hollow corridors were now filled with chatter, the glow of screens, and the smell of coffee that never seemed to run out.The day of the progress meeting had come, the one that would decide if everything they had built in the past eight weeks was strong enough to face the world.I sat at the head of the long conference table, fingers tapping once against the polished wood. Heads of every department were present, their eyes on me, some tired, some anxious, some proud. Evelyn sat beside me, laptop open, ready to type every word.“Let’s begin,” I said. My voice was calm, clipped.Anderson stood first, flipping open his folder. “Sir, Finance reports that all budgets are balanced. Revenue projections are consistent with earlier forecasts. Investors are on standby for the official launch.”“Good,” I said. “Next.”Hughes, the Promotion head, sto