All Chapters of Claimed by the Mafia King : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Alessia’s POVAlex stood behind me, carefully winding another section of my hair around the curling iron. The soft sizzle of heat and the faint scent of hairspray filled the quiet room. I was sitting opposite the mirror, staring at the reflection of a girl who looked way too calm for someone about to attend what sounded suspiciously like a cult masquerading as a party.I needed a distraction. Something to take my mind off of what was about to happen.“So,” I said finally, my voice cutting through the silence, “do you have a family, Alex?”Her eyes flicked up to meet mine through the mirror. “None that I care about,” she said simply.Right. That was… cheerful.I offered her a small smile, even though she clearly wasn’t in the mood for small talk. “Okay. That’s one way to keep things private.”Alex didn’t respond, her focus unwavering as she continued curling. I shifted a little, more out of boredom than discomfort. My nerves were already on edge about this whole ‘Level One’ party Damia

DAMIANOThe ballroom was a cathedral of deceit.Gold and crimson draped from the high-arched ceilings like blood and glory woven into fabric. Crystal chandeliers hung low, their light spilling across polished marble and masked faces. Music floated through the air. Each note carried the weight of alliances and betrayals that had been simmering for centuries.And beneath it all, the air moved. Not naturally, but with the pulse of supernatural energy—vampires exhaling hunger, werewolves suppressing instinct, warlocks cloaking their power in perfume and lace.I had attended these gatherings enough to know the game: smile, bow, drink, and pretend the person you’re toasting with didn’t try to kill you last season.The annual Masquerade of Clans was supposed to be neutral ground. A single night when enemies could breathe the same air without bloodshed.But neutrality was a fantasy.There was no such thing as peace among monsters.Leo walked beside me, his mask—a simple black one with sharp e

DAMIANOI still remember the first time I saw Simona.It’s strange, the memories that stay with you. The scent of wine, the flicker of candles.Valentino had dragged me to that brothel after Serena left. Said I needed to “remember what living felt like.” I remember thinking that “living” was just another word for dying more slowly. I also remember wanting to hit him for that, but I went anyway—partly because I didn’t care anymore, and partly because I didn’t want to be alone.Maybe because I wanted to punish myself.The place reeked of lust and cheap perfume. Bodies pressed together under crimson lights, laughter too loud, music too soft. I sat at the bar area, untouched wine in hand, brushing off every woman who dared to approach. Their painted lips and eager eyes meant nothing to me. They didn’t even look real.I knew what they wanted. Nothing but my wealth, my name. And I knew better than to let someone like them into my life Then she walked in.Simona.She wasn’t like the others.

ALESSIA’S POVI didn’t hear anyone approach. Didn't hear his footsteps.Xavier De Luca stood there, hands tucked lazily in his pockets, a faint smirk touching his lips like he was amused by something I couldn’t see. He looked perfectly at ease—as though catching a woman crying alone in a garden was just another one of his evening hobbies.“I didn’t hear you coming,” I said, wiping my eyes quickly with the back of my hand.He tilted his head slightly, his dark hair falling across his forehead. “That’s because I didn’t want you to.”The way he said it, his voice low and smooth, sent a chill down my spine. Of course. I guess Xavier De Luca didn’t do normal entrances.Before I could respond, he pulled a handkerchief from his breast pocket and handed it to me. The thing looked like it belonged in a museum—snow white, embroidered with a gold initial X. Probably worth more than my monthly salary.I hesitated, before standing and taking it. “Thanks.”“You’re welcome,” he said simply. “Though

CHAPTER 90DAMIANOEvery word that came out of Alessia’s mouth was a blade aimed straight at my heart.I had been betrayed, beaten, and left for dead before. I had watched my blood spill, and heard my bones break—but nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the way her words hit me.I didn’t remember the last time I had felt this kind of pain. Even Serena’s betrayal hadn’t hurt like this.And that realization pissed me off more than anything.Because it meant Alessia mattered.And she wasn’t supposed to.She turned to walk away, and instinct—or maybe desperation—made me grab her wrist. “Alessia,” I said, the word catching like gravel in my throat.She froze, but didn’t look at me.I didn’t know what the hell I was doing anymore. Part of me wanted to pull her closer and hold her tight. But the rest of me, the darker, more rational part, knew I couldn’t.I couldn't afford to.So I did what I always do when I start to care too much—I destroyed it.I forced a laugh, cold and sharp enough