All Chapters of OWNED BY THE ENEMY, His Dark Claim: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Amara’s POV Every attempt I made to speak to Alessandro about the secret I had been keeping from him failed. Not once. Not twice. Every single time something interrupted us. And with each passing hour, the feeling inside me only grew stronger— I was running out of time. It wasn’t just anxiety anymore. It felt like something was closing in on me. Like the truth was already moving toward the surface whether I wanted it to or not. Today was Laura and Marco’s wedding. Alessandro had already left the house very early that morning, long before I even woke properly. I had hoped I would still find a way to speak with him before the ceremony began, but the empty side of the bed had already told me that chance was gone. If I didn’t leave soon, Laura would start calling. She wouldn’t wait quietly. And she shouldn’t have to. I had barely finished getting ready when my phone rang. It was Rebecca. “I’m already inside the estate,” she said. “I came to pick you.” For a second, I fr

Victor’s POV I knew exactly when to step forward. Timing was everything. Not before everyone arrived. Not before every important witness took their place. Not before there were enough eyes to see the Vitale family fall. So I waited. And when the moment came, I stepped out. Laura was already seated, smiling the way brides did when they believed everything in their lives was finally settling into place. Marco sat beside her. Still. Quiet. Like a man who already knew something was wrong but couldn’t stop it anymore. Don Epifanio sat in front, composed on the outside—but I could see the tension in his shoulders. Today mattered too much to him. Don Francesco watched like a man who had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. And then there were the last two people who mattered most. Amara. The woman who should never have been allowed into La Camorra’s world in the first place. And Alessandro. The man who had managed to make me feel small without even trying.

Amara’s POV From the moment Victor discovered my secret, I knew this day would come. I just didn’t know it would happen like this. Not here. Not in front of everyone. Not in front of La Camorra. And certainly not in front of Alessandro. Watching them laugh at him— watching the respect he carried so effortlessly begin to crack in front of those men— hurt more than anything Victor could have said to me personally. And now, because of me, Alessandro had also made an enemy of Don Epifanio. I never wanted things to reach this point. But I also didn’t want to keep lying to him anymore. Not after everything he had given me. Not after everything he believed about us. So when he asked me the question— when he looked at me with those eyes that still trusted me even then— I told him the truth. Because he deserved the truth. Even if it destroyed him. Even if it destroyed us. I watched the tears fall from his eyes. And something inside me broke complet

Alessandro’s POV After I left Don Epifanio’s estate, I didn’t drive far. I only made it to the roadside before stopping the car. I stayed there longer than I intended to. Long enough for Damian to find me. He didn’t ask questions when he arrived. He never did when it mattered. “How are things over there?” I asked him. “People are leaving,” he replied. That was expected. “What about Amara?” I asked next. “She’s still there.” Something tightened in my chest. “She didn’t come with her car, boss,” Damian continued carefully. “Signora Rebecca already left. She might have to take a taxi home.” For a moment, I said nothing. I told myself it wasn’t my concern anymore. That I had already heard everything I needed to hear. That I had already seen enough. But the thought of her standing there alone— after what had just happened— after what she had just admitted— didn’t sit right with me. “Get back into the car,” I said finally. Damian didn’t hesitate. “We’re going back t

Alessandro’s POV I accepted the suspension. I accepted hearing the Vitale name whispered across the room like something fragile and already broken. I even accepted the quiet laughter that followed us when the meeting ended. What I could not accept— was Victor’s appointment. Not because he received a position. But because of which position he received. That title was not something a man simply stepped into. It carried history. Blood. Consequences. So when the meeting ended, I didn’t leave with the others. I walked straight toward Don Francesco. Before I could even speak, he turned to me with a knowing smile. “It took you long enough to come and ask for forgiveness,” he said. “If you’re here for my help, I’m not offering it. I warned you that girl would be your biggest mistake.” I held his gaze steadily. “I didn’t come to beg for forgiveness,” I replied calmly. “And I didn’t come asking for support.” His smile faded slightly. “I came to ask why you gave that position