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บททั้งหมดของ OWNED BY THE ENEMY, His Dark Claim: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

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Chapter 131

Alessandro’s POV Matteo showed up later, when the sun was already high in the sky. He looked… different. Not tired. Not irritated. If anything, he looked like a man who had just recovered something precious he thought was lost. That strange glow was written all over his face. I didn’t ask where he had been or what had happened. I convinced myself it must have been a bad transaction with a client—nothing unusual in his line of work. And asking questions now would only make me seem suspicious. So I waited, letting him speak first, if he chose to. He went straight to his room. The silence that followed was heavy. I knew immediately he had noticed. The room wasn’t the way he left it. No matter how careful I’d tried to be, some things couldn’t be unseen. When he came back out, his eyes told me everything—I was already caught. Before he could say a word, I decided to get ahead of it. “The room was messy,” I said quickly. “So I decided to clean it up. I needed something to pass the t
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Chapter 132

Victor’s POV Matteo went home that night with the intention of teaching Alessandro a lesson—not destroying him. That part mattered. As much as my words had poisoned his thoughts, Matteo still wanted to believe there was a better way. He told himself he would talk. That he would look Alessandro in the eye and demand the truth. That if Alessandro explained himself—if there was even a shred of honesty left—then maybe things wouldn’t have to end the way I knew they would. But belief is fragile. And it shattered the moment Matteo stepped into his room. He felt it immediately—that shift in the air, the faint disorder only someone intimate with his space would notice. A drawer is not fully closed. The bed was disturbed. Something moved. Someone had been there. And there was only one person it could be. Alessandro. That single realization doubled the hurt inside Matteo’s chest. It wasn’t just suspicion anymore—it was confirmation. To Matteo, it felt like betrayal stacked on betraya
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Chapter 133

Amara’s POVEver since I returned from the hospital after what happened with Ginevra, Alessandro and I had not spoken—not properly. Not the way we always did.At first, Damian kept saying Alessandro was busy. That he was tied up with work in Genoa. Then the words changed. Alessandro was almost done. He just needed to wrap things up. He would be home soon.I believed him.Or maybe I wanted to.I held on to the image of Alessandro walking back through the door the same way he left—calm, steady, alive. That hope was the only thing keeping my heart from collapsing under the weight of waiting. But as the days passed, patience slowly turned into fear. A quiet fear at first. Then a louder one.Something felt wrong.I couldn’t explain it, but my body knew before my mind could accept it.And today proved me right.My phone buzzed while I was sitting alone, one hand resting on my stomach, the other clutching the edge of the couch as it could anchor me. I glanced at the screen, expecting nothing
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Chapter 134

Alessandro’s POV I never expected Amara to come to Genoa. Even after they called her, even after the threats, I kept telling myself she wouldn’t show up. She was pregnant. Vulnerable. Surrounded by people who cared about her. I believed—no, I needed to believe—that someone would stop her. But here she was. Clinging to me as much as she could, her swollen stomach pressing against my side, her tears soaking into my already blood-stained shirt. Every sob that left her lips felt like a knife carving deeper into my chest. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. I had planned to calm things down somehow. I didn’t know how—I was tied up, beaten, surrounded—but I believed I could take the fall alone. I would say whatever they wanted to hear, confess to whatever lie they needed, just to keep her safe. But now that Amara was here, all I could think of was how many people might get hurt because of me. “Leave now, Ama,” I whispered urgently, my voice breaking. “Please. I’ll beg them not t
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Chapter 135

Alessandro’s POV I had already accepted that hope was gone. Then a gunshot cracked through the air outside the warehouse. One shot. Then another. My heart lurched violently. For a split second, pain and fear were replaced by something dangerous—hope. Could it be the cops? The thought flashed through my mind, frantic and confused. Did someone call them? Elena? Damian? I didn’t know. I didn’t even care anymore. Whoever it was, they were interrupting this nightmare—and that was enough. Relief washed over me before I could stop it. But the masked man didn’t share that relief. I saw it instantly—the tension in his shoulders, the way his head snapped toward the sound. Uneasiness crept into his movements. Around him, the men stiffened. Fear flickered openly in their eyes. That’s when I knew. Whoever was coming, they weren’t part of his plan. The warehouse doors burst open with a deafening bang. Men stormed in, guns raised, moving with precision and purpose. They weren’t cops.
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Chapter 136

Victor’s POV The moment Damian stormed into the warehouse with his men, I didn’t hesitate. I fled. I slipped away through the chaos like a shadow retreating from fire, leaving Matteo behind to face whatever consequences came next. Gunshots echoed in the distance as I ran, but I didn’t look back—not even once. Survival had always come first. Always. Later—much later—I heard what happened. I heard Matteo had pulled the trigger. I heard Alessandro had been standing right there. And then came the part that twisted something sharp inside him. Amara. She had stepped in front of the bullet. I didn’t hear everything. I didn’t stay long enough for the ending, didn’t wait to learn how the warehouse fight resolved, or who walked out alive. All I knew was that Alessandro had carried Amara to the hospital, her body soaked in blood, her life hanging by a thread. That was enough. I hid in a bar afterward—a dim, foul-smelling place where no one asked questions and everyone m
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Chapter 137

Alessandro’s POV I still hadn’t made a decision. I stood there in the hospital corridor like a man carved out of stone, eyes fixed on nothing, ears ringing with words I didn’t yet have the strength to answer. Mother or child. Life or life. A choice no man should ever be forced to make. My hands were still stained with Amara’s blood. I barely noticed the footsteps approaching until a familiar voice cut through the noise in my head. “Come here, boy.” I looked up. Don Francesco was walking toward me. For a second, I didn’t move. Pride, resentment, and confusion warred inside me—but grief won. I stepped forward, and the moment Don Francesco opened his arms, I collapsed into them, clutching the older man tightly. I really needed a father in that moment. Don Francesco held me firmly, one hand pressing against the back of my head, the other steady on my shoulder, grounding me. “I’m sorry this happened,” Don Francesco said quietly. “Even though she’s not one of my favori
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Chapter 138

Victor’s POV I stayed in the corner of the corridor, half-hidden behind a pillar, the brim of my cap pulled low as if that alone could erase my presence. I didn’t need to be seen. I only needed to hear. And I heard everything. Don Francesco’s voice reached me clearly—soft at first, almost fatherly. The concerned tone. The careful choice of words. I almost laughed under my breath. I had seen that act too many times to be fooled by it. Don Francesco always started as the good man, the protector, the grieving elder who only wanted what was best. Then came the turn. I listened as the words shifted, as compassion slowly bled into calculation. Power. Legacy. La Camorra. The unborn child turned into a bargaining chip. Amara was reduced to an inconvenience dressed up as a “sacrifice.” So this was the plan, I thought bitterly. Always had been. I watched from my corner as Don Francesco finally walked away, leaving Alessandro standing there—lost, shattered, torn apart in a way no e
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Chapter 139

Alessandro’s POV Victor had walked up to me the moment he saw I walked out of the doctor's Office. I stayed silent as Victor spoke, his eyes fixed on the tiled floor beneath his feet. Every word Victor said landed, heavy and deliberate, but I didn’t interrupt—not because I fully trusted him, but because for the first time since the doctor had spoken, someone wasn’t asking me to trade Amara’s life for power. Victor stepped closer, lowering his voice. “They want you cornered,” he continued. “A man who believes he has no options is easy to control. Don Francesco knows that. Ginevra knows that too.” I finally looked up at him then, my eyes red-rimmed, empty. “You think I don’t see it?” I asked hoarsely. “Everyone suddenly knows what Amara would want. Everyone suddenly knows what’s best for me.” Victor held his gaze. “But you do know what you want.” That was it. That was the crack. My jaw tightened, my hands curling slowly into fists. Images flooded my mind—Amara running to
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Chapter 140

Alessandro’s POV The warehouse looked different at night—emptier, quieter, like it already knew what I had come to do. I stepped out of the car slowly, the crunch of gravel beneath my shoes echoing too loudly in the stillness. The metal doors were half open, light spilling out in uneven lines. Voices stopped the moment my shadow crossed the threshold. The men inside stiffened. For a brief second, I saw it clearly on their faces—the assumption, the relief. “Matteo?” one of them called out cautiously. Another laughed under his breath. “Took you long enough.” Then I stepped fully into the light. Silence slammed into the room. The laughter died. Faces drained of color. One of the men actually took a step back, as if he had seen a ghost. “Him,” someone whispered. “That’s… that’s Alessandro.” The man they had beaten. The man they had tied up. The man they had tried—and failed—to kill. I raised my hands slowly, palms open, my expression calm in a way that didn’t mat
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