Alle Kapitel von OWNED BY THE ENEMY, His Dark Claim: Kapitel 161 – Kapitel 170

Marco’s POV I have tried to live on the low since Victor dragged me from Naples back to Rome. I never wanted to be here. I made that clear to everyone — especially Victor — but he was too stubborn to listen, and after a while, I stopped bothering to argue. Rome never listens. It just drags you back whether you want it or not. After the La Camorra meeting, Don Francesco asked to speak with me privately. His driver took us straight to his estate. The whole ride, neither of us spoke. I preferred it that way. Silence is better than politics. When we arrived, his servants opened the doors and led us inside. The place smelled the same as always — polished wood, expensive liquor, and power. He told them to serve me a drink. I declined, but the servant placed the glass in front of me anyway, as if refusal meant nothing in this house. Maybe it didn’t. I barely took a sip when Don Francesco began talking. “I don’t know why you’re being stubborn, Marco. You have everything you need her

Amara’s POV I noticed Alessandro’s mood had changed over the past few days. At first, I thought maybe I was imagining it. He still smiled when he held Venera, still woke up before me to change her, still made sure I took my medication, and still walked beside me during my rehabilitation exercises. Nothing about his actions toward us had changed. But something inside him had. Living together, surviving everything we had survived, sharing pain and fear the way we did… it made you sensitive to the smallest changes in the other person. And Alessandro, no matter how much he tried to hide it, carried his emotions in his silence. He thought I didn’t notice the way his jaw tightened when his phone rang. Or how he sometimes stared out the window long after a call ended. Or how his smiles lately didn’t fully reach his eyes. He was worried about something. And whatever it was, he didn’t want me to know. I watched him now from across the living room as he held Venera, making

Amara’s POV The moment the plane touched down in Rome, my chest tightened. Home. Or at least, the place that now held our fate. The cold Moscow air was gone, replaced by the familiar warmth of Italy the moment we stepped out of the airport. Alessandro kept one arm protectively around me while the other held Venera’s carrier as Damian’s car waited nearby. But Damian hadn’t come alone. Before we even reached the car, the passenger door burst open and Elena jumped out. “Signora Amara!” She didn’t even wait for us to close the distance. She rushed toward me, her excitement impossible to miss. And before I could even greet her properly, she carefully scooped Venera from my arms. “My baby!” Elena laughed, lifting Venera into the air. Venera responded with delighted giggles, her tiny hands reaching for Elena’s face as if she recognized her somehow. I blinked, surprised. Elena spun her around gently, laughing as if she’d been waiting months for this exact moment. And maybe she ha

Alessandro’s POV I saw the way Amara’s body reacted when she saw my brother. At first, I tried to convince myself it was exhaustion. The long travel from Moscow, the stress, the baby in her arms — anyone would look shaken after that. But the more I replayed the moment in my head, the less convinced I became. The way her grip tightened around Venera. The way her eyes froze. The way she avoided Marco’s gaze. That wasn’t just travel fatigue. Maybe she felt threatened by him. After all, Marco’s sudden return was the reason we had to leave our peaceful life behind and return to this chaos. Maybe she feared what his presence meant for our future here. And I hated the idea that she might be carrying that burden alone. She shouldn’t have to. Amara had already suffered enough. All I wanted now was for her to focus on healing, on being with our child, on living without fear. Everything else— That was my responsibility. So the moment she left the living room with Venera, I turned

Victor’s POV The moment Alessandro introduced his wife, something felt off. I noticed it immediately. The shock on Amara’s face wasn’t the kind you give a stranger. It was recognition. Raw. Uncontrolled. The kind that slips out before you have time to hide it. And Marco— Marco looked just as surprised. Not polite surprise. Not curiosity. Recognition. That was when I knew something was wrong. I just didn’t know how deep it went yet. Amara’s fingers tightened around the baby as if someone had threatened to take her away. Her posture stiffened, her eyes fixed on Marco like she’d just seen a ghost from her past walk straight into her present. And Marco… for a second, his mask slipped too. Only for a second. But I saw it. The room was full of people, yet it felt like only the two of them existed in that moment. Everyone else disappeared. Including Alessandro. Which meant Alessandro had no idea. Interesting. Then Amara suddenly excused herself, claiming she needed to feed