All Chapters of OWNED BY THE ENEMY, His Dark Claim: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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

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

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.

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

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