Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed by the Mafia King : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Damiano’s POVThe wind was soft as velvet, blowing through the wildflowers across the meadow. Birds called to one another in the treetops. Sunlight filtered through the clouds, painting the landscape with a gentle glow.She lay beside me, her dark hair spread like ink on the emerald grass. Her eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, nothing else existed. Just her."You always look at me like I’m the first thing you've ever seen," she said softly, her fingers trailing patterns over the back of my hand."Because you are," I murmured, my voice thick with tenderness. "You’re the only thing that ever made this life feel like it was worth enduring."Her smile faltered slightly. "Damiano…""I love you," I whispered, my voice a little above a whisper. "I don’t know how else to say it. I’ve done so many things, good and bad, and still, nothing—nothing—has ever felt as real as this."My hand rose, brushing her cheek. Her eyes fluttered shut beneath my touch. I leaned closer, close enough to fe

Damiano's POV A wave of silence washed over us as those words left my lips.Leo’s eyes narrowed. "Boss…""I’m not going to kill her. Not yet. But I want answers, and if I have to tear her mind apart to get them, I will."Leo nodded slightly. "And what do you need me to do?"I met his gaze, a few thoughts running through my mind. Finally, I said, "Get the director. Now."Leo hesitated for a moment—then nodded once more and turned toward the door. "I’ll be back in five," He said, reaching for the door. It clicked shut behind him.I exhaled sharply, dragging my hand across my chest where the bandages covered the wound. The ache wasn't just physical. The glass had cut across the part where Simona's hand had burned me.Thinking about it now, something was actually off.I had gone out for a ride to clear my mind. Simona and Serena had been appearing before me. But in modern outfits, as if they had existed in this time. Which they didn't. They had both died hundreds of years ago witho

Alessia's POV Our secrets?What exactly was he talking about?I swallowed hard as his words settled in, sending a shiver down my spine. He sounded like he knew a huge secret about me. "Well, would you like to go on?" He asked with a smug look on his face. He looked so confident it was kind of creepy.But I couldn't let him see that I was scared. That would only put me in more trouble.I forced a smile onto my face, steadying my gaze."I think you might be underestimating me, Damiano," I said, trying to mask the fear in my voice. "But out of curiosity, I would love to ask, what exactly do you know about me that should make me shiver in my boots?"He chuckled, his eyes sweeping my hair. He reached out grabbing a few strands, but I knocked his hand away. He laughed as he turned around, heading for his bed.Suddenly, he stopped halfway. "I wonder what the Director would say after I tell him about the story of a girl with red hair and...green eyes approaching me at a strip club. And the

Alessia's POV "Wait! What?!" I exclaimed the moment Damiano's words settled in. "You can't be serious!"He pouted his lips as he stared at me like a puppy waiting to be cuddled."Come on, Dr. Bianchi, do you want your patient's health to get worse?" He asked, a smug look creeping onto his face.He was insane. A few minutes ago, he was threatening to end my life, and now he wanted me to do what...move into his house? Like I was going to fall for such tricks.I knew what he was planning. He was going to kill me the moment I stepped foot into the Valentino mansion. Then my corpse would be found by the shore of the sea, or maybe even in a dumpster. Like hell, was I going to let that happen?I folded my arms, about to say something that would wipe that smug look off his face when Mr. Russo spoke up."I think it's a great idea."My jaw dropped, my eyes widening in disbelief. "But Sir, that's not possible!" I snapped.He turned to me, blinking. "Why isn't it possible?"I was silent for a

Alessia's POV It took all the strength in me to get my legs to move. I passed through a few nurses and doctors, ignoring their greetings. The last thing I needed was to talk to anyone. I couldn't even summon the courage to head to the Chairman's office again. Not after the threat Damiano made.I was about to head into the office when someone called out my name, but I ignored the call. Suddenly, a hand grabbed me by the hand, making me turn around."Are you okay?" Marcello asked, pulling my attention. I was confused at first, before finally nodding. "Yes, I'm fine.""Are you sure?" He asked, concern lacing each word he said. "Because you look like you just saw a ghost.""Or something close to it," I whispered, looking away."You said what?""I mean... I'm good. You don't have to worry about me," I lied, not wanting to bother him or anyone.I had to admit, Damiano was kind of like a ghost, or a demon, one created to make me miserable. Besides, if I told anyone else, who knew what Dam