All Chapters of Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friend (A Mafia Romance): Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

ISABELLA“Isabella!”The sound of my name broke through the silence, and before I could even blink, Liliana was in my arms. I clung to her as if letting go would make her vanish again. Her scent, familiar and comforting, filled my lungs, and for a moment, it felt like I had stepped out of the nightmare I was living.“I missed you,” I whispered into her hair, my voice trembling against the tightness in my throat.“I missed you more, Isa.” Her grip on me tightened as if she could fuse us back together. “You have no idea how terrified I was when I found out you didn’t take that flight… that you were still here.”Guilt coiled in my stomach like a snake. “I’m sorry. I should’ve found you sooner.”Her hands squeezed my shoulders. “No, Isa. Don’t. You don’t need to apologize. I knew what I was stepping into. I knew the moment I gave him that piece of information, Damian would come for me. I was prepared.”Her eyes swept over me, scanning my arms, my neck, searching for evidence. A bruise. A

DAMIANThe boardroom hummed with the low murmur of voices, deals being sealed with sharp nods and practiced smiles. I was halfway through explaining a merger when the door banged open. Richard stood there, breathless. His face was pale, his knuckles white as he gripped the handle like it was the only thing holding him up.He didn’t move, didn’t speak, only waited rigid, haunted eyes locked on mine.My gut twisted. Richard never broke composure, not unless something was terribly wrong.I raised a hand, dismissing the clients with a polite smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Come.”He walked toward me with the same controlled steps he always carried, but I knew him too well. The stiffness in his shoulders, the tremor in his jaw something had rattled him to the core.He leaned close, his voice barely a whisper. “Boss… Diego is seriously wounded.”For a moment, the words didn’t register. Then fire roared through my veins. My vision narrowed, fury turning the edges of the room crimson. The G

DAMIANThe stench of antiseptic clawed at my nostrils, sharp and unforgiving, but it couldn’t mask the metallic tang of blood that clung stubbornly to the air. Shadows pooled in the corners of the hidden hospital room, broken only by the sterile glow of the overhead light.On the bed, Diego stirred. The sound he made a broken groan, raw and guttural scraped against my patience. His skin glistened with sweat, his lips cracked and pale. White bandages swathed him from chest to legs, but they were no longer white. Deep red stains seeped through in patches, spreading like whispers of death. His body looked less like a man and more like a battlefield every bruise and stitch a story of violence meant to silence him.“Lay still.” The words left my mouth smooth, steady. Too steady. Inside, my blood boiled, pressing against my veins, begging to break free.Diego’s eyelids fluttered before they dragged open. His gaze found me, foggy with pain but stubborn enough to hold. For a heartbeat, I caug

LILIANAThe door creaked open, spilling a slice of dim light into the basement. Damian’s footsteps echoed against the concrete floor, slow and deliberate, like he was announcing his power with every step. My chest tightened.“What do you want from me?” My voice cracked as it bounced off the cold stone walls.He didn’t flinch. His eyes, sharp and unreadable, locked on me as he pulled a chair into the room. “Nothing much. Have a seat.” He pointed at it like he was offering me tea instead of a death sentence.I froze. What game was he playing? This was the same man who had ordered his men to kill me without blinking. Now he wanted me to sit? Suspicion crawled under my skin. He should have tied me up, chained me down but instead, he let me loose. His expression was a mask, impossible to read, and that made him even more terrifying. What was the mighty Damian up to?Slowly, I lowered myself into the chair, though my pulse hammered so hard it felt like it might crack my ribs. The metal legs