All Chapters of Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friend (A Mafia Romance): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

FULL SUMMARY ISABELLA RUSSO had everything wealth, power, a name feared across the underworld. As the only daughter of the infamous Russo mafia dynasty, she grew up behind gilded gates and blood-stained walls. But she wanted none of it. After college, Isabella walked away from the life. No more secrets. No more blood. Just peace. That peace died the night her entire family was slaughtered. And the man behind it? Damian Vercetti. Her brother’s best friend. Her family’s most trusted ally. Now the monster who tore it all down. He hunted her like prey. But when he found her, he didn’t kill her. He married her. Now Isabella is trapped inside a gilded cage, wearing his ring, speaking his name, playing the part of a perfect mafia wife. But behind every soft smile is a scream. Behind every gentle touch a threat. Damian Vercetti is cold. Calculated. A mafia king who doesn’t rule with love he rules with control. And Isabella is the crown he refuses to let go. But when a

ISABELLA“Where are you going?”Liliana stood frozen in the doorway, watching me shove clothes into my duffel like I was packing for the end of the world.“Egypt,” I muttered, zipping hard, my hands trembling.“Egypt? Isa what? Slow down!” Her voice cracked. “Stay with me. Just for a night. We’ll figure something out. Together.”But there was no together anymore.Not in this world.I knew what happened when a mafia family fell.There were no survivors.No mercy.Only silence and smoke.And if Damian had killed Vincent and my father then he was coming for me next.Staying here meant handing Liliana a death sentence.“I can’t risk your life,” I whispered. “If he finds me with you...”She didn’t need the rest. She already knew.“You’re not a loose end, Isa,” she whispered, eyes wet. “You’re my family.”“And you’re mine.”I took her hands. Held them tight. Tried to memorize the warmth of her skin. The way she smelled like strawberry lotion and cheap coffee. Because goodbye wasn’t just go

ISABELLAHe didn’t just take my freedom.He stripped it from me layer by layer until breathing felt like a borrowed act. Until I wasn’t sure if my name was even mine anymore.He took everything.My voice.My dignity.My brother.My home.And now he’s after the last thing I have left. My soul.I sat curled in the farthest corner of the cell, cheek pressed to my shoulder, knees locked to my chest. The cold had seeped into me. I didn’t feel it anymore not because it stopped, but because I did.Numb was safer.I didn’t flinch. Didn’t cry.Just stared at the blinking red light above me. The camera.His eyes.Always watching.I tried screaming once.They came in with shock batons.I learned.Now I whispered instead, broken and bitter, words barely shaped by breath: “I’ll call you Master…”The taste of it made me gag.But if saying that word meant survivingThen I’d lie to his face a thousand times.Even if it killed what was left of me.---Clank.A metallic groan echoed through the hall

ISABELLAThe sun reflected off the towering glass like it was trying to blind me. I tilted my head back slowly, the sheer height of the building swallowing the sky. It shimmered like a palace built for gods sharp edges, endless floors, secrets trapped behind tinted windows.My throat tightened.I’d always thought Damian owned only one company the one I used to visit, the one my father once walked me through like I belonged. But this… this wasn’t the same world. It felt like I’d stepped into someone else’s life. Someone ruthless.A man with too many masks and too many secrets.He’d fooled all of us.“Are you going to stand there all day staring at the building?” Richard’s voice snapped me back to reality flat, cold, distant.I turned to him, blinking like I’d just woken up. “Sorry,” I muttered.He was already waiting beside a sleek, black bulletproof car. The kind of car you don’t ask questions about. The kind that drives power, and sometimes, death.I slid inside without another word,

ISABELLA“I wish your brother could see his beloved sister like this,” he said.His voice was calm, almost quiet but the weight of it crushed me.It sliced deeper than any knife.I sucked in a shaky breath, but the pain settled low in my belly like poison. My chest tightened. My stomach churned.If my brother were alive…Damian wouldn’t be standing in this room. He wouldn’t be breathing. He’d be rotting in the dirt with a bullet between the eyes.Damian crouched in front of me again. I could feel his breath brushing my face, warm and slow.“What do you think your brother would do now,” he whispered, “in the underworld where he belongs?”I broke.Something inside me cracked wide open, and the silence that followed was deafening.Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and relentless, painting paths down my bare chest. I couldn’t hold them back. I didn’t even try.My body trembled, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t.How did I get here? How did this become my life?His voice cut into the moment.