บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By The Mafia Boss: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

CHAPTER 100ADRIEN The boardroom smelled like polished wood and coffee. The long glass table reflected the numbers glowing on the giant screen behind me. I sat at the head, black suit crisp, my fingers drumming lightly against the armrest of my chair.“Begin,” I said.Finance stood first. A nervous man in wire glasses adjusted his tie, clearing his throat. “Sir, as of this morning, combined revenue across all departments is nine hundred and sixty million dollars. Pending transactions will push us over a billion within forty-eight hours.”The room rippled with low gasps.I didn’t flinch. I leaned back in my chair, voice even. “Break it down.”Food division’s head — a short, sharp woman named Ms. Carter — stood. “Food and consumer products are leading. The lunchbox campaign alone earned us over two hundred million. We’re now in talks with schools and daycare chains nationwide.”I gave her a single nod. “Noted. Civil engineering?”Mr. Daniels, tall and stiff, spoke next. “Three new gove

CHAPTER 102LUCAThe next morning smelled of smoke and blood.I stood in the middle of the wreckage, glass crunching under my shoes. The car that had blown only hours ago was still smoldering. One of my men was dead. Another clung to life in a hospital bed.Damon stood beside me, jaw tight. “Russians.”Matteo’s voice was darker. “They’re pushing.”I pulled a cigarette from my pocket, lit it, and took a long drag. My nerves were too sharp to go without. “They’re testing me.”Matteo glanced at me. “What do you want to do?”I exhaled smoke, bitter. “I’m done playing nice.”Back at the house, I gathered my men. The room buzzed with fury, with whispers of war.One of my lieutenants slammed his fist against the table. “Boss, the Russians crossed a line. If we don’t answer, everyone will think we’re weak.”I leaned back in my chair, swirling the glass of whiskey in my hand. My voice cut through the room. “Weak?” I smirked coldly. “Do I look weak to you?”Silence. Heads dropped. No one dared

CHAPTER 104ADRIENI stood there like a fool, staring at the space Adrien had just vanished into.My chest felt like someone had carved it open with his knife instead of the man I’d been hunting.Cold. That was the word. He’d looked at me like I was a stranger. Not the boy I’d bled for. Not the boy I’d held at night, swearing I’d never let anyone break him.He looked at me like I was just another enemy to cut down.And maybe I was.“Fuck.” The word tore out of me, low, bitter. I leaned back against the wall, dragging a hand down my face.I knew I’d fucked up. I’d known it the moment I let him walk out of my house nearly a year ago, his eyes wet and his lips trembling, begging me not to believe the lies.And I hadn’t listened.I chose ghosts over him. I chose my sister’s death over the living breathing man who had stood in front of me.Now he was ice. A blade. And I was the one bleeding for it.I replayed his voice in my head. I don’t give a fuck about your sister.He meant it.The boy

CHAPTER 106LUCA“He blocked me. Again.”My voice cracked against the silence of my office. The bouquet of white lilies in my hand suddenly felt stupid. Pathetic. Like me.Matteo didn’t even look up from the whiskey he was pouring. “Then maybe, Luca, you should take the goddamn hint.”“I’m not giving up on him,” I snapped, slamming the flowers on the desk. The vase cracked. Water spilled across my papers.He laughed—bitter, tired. “You already did. The moment you lied. The moment you broke him.”My jaw clenched. “It wasn’t—”“It was,” he cut me off, finally looking at me. “Stop rewriting the story to make yourself feel better.”I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. Adrien wasn’t picking calls. Every number I tried—blocked. Every attempt to see him—his security shut me down. I even drove past his company like a stalker. All I saw was his cold face in those tinted car windows. He didn’t even glance my way.I pulled out the new plan from the drawer. “I’ll send flowers. Anony

CHAPTER 108LUCA “She’s here,” Matteo said grimly, leaning against my office doorway.“Who?” I didn’t look up from the glass of whiskey in my hand. I already had a headache.“Alexis.”My fingers stilled mid-air. Slowly, I lifted my gaze. “What did you just say?”“She showed up at the gate. Says she wants to talk to you.” Matteo’s face was unreadable. “She looks… bad, Luca. Like she hasn’t slept in weeks.”I downed the rest of the whiskey in one slow burn. “Bring her in.”She entered like a ghost. Pale. Shaking. Her once-perfect hair hung in limp strands around her face. Her dress was wrinkled, smeared with dirt on the hem. She clutched her bag against her chest like it could shield her.For a moment, she just stood there, frozen by the door. Then her eyes met mine.“Luca.” Her voice cracked.“Alexis.” I leaned back in my chair, cold, detached. “You’ve got some nerve coming here.”