All Chapters of Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friend (A Mafia Romance): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ISABELLAI pressed the tip of the pencil to the paper, each stroke dragging as if my hand carried the weight of every unanswered question. My chest felt tight, breath shallow, but the words had to come out. What are you hiding from me? How are the Grecos connected to the death of Damian’s father the death that shattered my family and left me chained to him as his slave?The letters cut across the page like scars. My hand trembled as I slid the paper across the space between us. Our fingers brushed, hers steady while mine shook. My pulse thrashed in my ears as her eyes dropped to the words.Silence stretched. Then Liliana’s lips parted, a soft sigh escaping. Her gaze flickered toward me, heavy with secrets.“From the moment I realized you hadn’t left the country,” she began, voice low, “I knew. Damian had you.” Her hands tightened around the folded paper she’d brought, knuckles pale. “And I knew I couldn’t just sit back while he held you prisoner.”She leaned forward, shadows dancing o

DAMIANI was on my way to the hospital to check on Diego when a faint murmur caught my attention outside Isa’s door. I stopped, listening.Liliana’s voice. Low, urgent. Plotting an escape.A smirk pulled at my lips. Foolish. Did they really think my Isa could leave me? She belongs here with me. Always.I pushed the door open with a clap of my hands, the sound sharp against the silence. They both spun around, eyes wide like guilty children caught in the act.Isabella immediately stepped in front of Liliana, shielding her like a mother protecting her child. I had never seen her so protective of anyone before. The same Isa who once raised a gun to my face because of Liliana, now blocking her with her body. That friendship whatever it was ran deep. Too deep.And that was something I would tear apart piece by piece.I would strip Isa of every illusion of loyalty, every fragile tie that bound her to someone else. I would break the word friendship until it meant nothing but betrayal to her.

DAMIANDiego’s breath rattled like a broken engine, each inhale dragging pain across his chest. His face was pale, bruises shadowing his jaw, but his eyes those stubborn, burning eyes still clung to defiance.“What do you think Liliana knows?” I asked, my voice low, testing.He grimaced, struggling to push the words out. “She’s sharper than anyone gives her credit for. She found the original video herself, boss. Without help. Without a scratch. If anyone can uncover the truth, it’s her. She can lead us to the estate… and she can root out the spy hiding among us.”His conviction hung in the sterile hospital air. I placed a steady hand on his shoulder before standing. “Rest. That’s your only job now. I’ll take it from here.”The moment I stepped into the car, the world shifted. My driver pulled us onto the road while Richard, ever watchful, turned to me.“Boss,” Richard said carefully, his voice carrying that cautious edge he used when he knew the wrong word could cost him, “what do you

DAMIAN“What do you want to do?” she asked.Her voice was steady, but I caught the flicker in her eyes the faint trace of fear she thought she could hide.I smirked, leaning back like a predator who already knew the outcome of the hunt. Who would have thought Liliana, the proud daughter of that family, would end up working for me? But I knew she would. I had done my research, dug deep into her life. Her so-called brothers leeches in expensive suits were bleeding her dry, turning her against her father, stealing her victories as if they were their own. Scum. All of them.Liliana deserved better than to rot in their shadows. She was sharper than they would ever be. Stronger too.But none of that excused the threat she posed to me. She had grown too close to Isabella my Isabella. The thought of them whispering secrets, of Isa pointing a gun at me because of this woman, still burned. Isa belonged to me. She always would. And if I had to rip this fragile bond apart piece by piece, then so

MATTEOEverything is unfolding exactly as I planned. The clock is ticking, and with every second, I can almost taste my brother’s downfall. Damian thinks France was a punishment, a way to exile me and keep me from the throne. What he doesn’t know is that I, Matteo Vercetti, turned his little game into my playground. I saved his enemies, nurtured his traitors, and now I’ll use them as the blades that cut him down.The stem of my wine glass groaned under the pressure of my grip. The city stretched before me in the night buildings glittering, traffic crawling like blood through veins but all I saw was him. Damian. His face twisted into my reflection, mocking me from the dark pane. The anger swelling in my chest crested like a wave, and with a sharp snap, the glass exploded in my hand.Shards cut into my skin, red beads sliding down my wrist and staining the cuff of my shirt. For a moment, I simply watched them, transfixed. Pain didn’t matter. In fact, it grounded me, reminded me of every