All Chapters of OWNED BY THE ENEMY, His Dark Claim: Chapter 221 - Chapter 227

Amara’s POV It had been three days since Alessandro left the house. Three days— and he still hadn’t come back. Damian hadn’t returned either. Every time I called him, he answered politely, but his response never changed. “Boss isn’t available to speak right now.” At first, I tried to remain calm. Then I asked him where Alessandro was staying. Just once. But even then, Damian avoided the question with careful excuses that told me everything I needed to know without saying anything at all. He was protecting Alessandro’s space. And I understood why. So I stopped asking. Because I believed when Alessandro was ready to hear me— he would come back on his own. Still, the house didn’t feel the same without him. Everything reminded me of him. His chair. His study door. The quiet footsteps he made when he came upstairs late at night. Even Venera kept looking toward the entrance sometimes, as if she expected him to walk in at any moment. Marco had been visiting regularly s

Alessandro’s POV I already knew the day was going to be long the moment it began with a message from Don Epifanio requesting to see me. After what happened at Laura’s wedding, I had tried to meet him several times. Every attempt ended the same way. Whenever Damian and I arrived at his estate, his men would tell me he wasn’t available. Even when his car was parked inside the compound. Even when I could see him myself—once on the terrace, standing exactly where he always stood in the mornings. Still, they said he wasn’t there. It didn’t take long for me to understand the truth. He was angry. And he didn’t want to see me. So when the message finally came that he was ready to meet me today— I felt something I hadn’t expected. Relief. I didn’t waste time. Damian drove us there immediately. On the way, I prepared myself for what I believed was coming. His anger. His disappointment. His judgment. Maybe even his silence. But none of that happened. When I entered the roo

Amara’s POVI woke up to the feeling of someone gently caressing my hand.For a moment, I didn’t open my eyes.I thought I was still dreaming.The last thing I remembered clearly was being at the house… Marco rushing upstairs to get his car key so he could take me to the hospital. After that, everything had blurred into fragments—voices, movement, dizziness, darkness.So when I felt the warmth of a familiar touch against my palm, I told myself it couldn’t be real.Not yet.Slowly, I opened my eyes.Alessandro was sitting beside me.For a second, I just stared at him.The white hospital walls around us came into focus little by little, and only then did I understand that I really was in the hospital. But somehow, seeing him there instead of Marco made everything feel unreal again—like I had woken up inside the wrong version of the same moment.Then he smiled.And when his hand moved gently to my face, brushing my cheek with quiet care, the last doubt disappeared.He was really there.“