บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By My Ex’s Mafia Father in-law : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Chapter 122: Shadows of the Unborn Nina’s POV The doctor’s office was too bright. Too sterile. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like insects trapped in glass. I sat on the exam table, paper gown crinkling every time I shifted, legs dangling like I was still a child waiting for a shot. Valerio stood against the wall—arms crossed, jaw locked, eyes never leaving me. He hadn’t sat once since we arrived. Hadn’t spoken to the nurse. Hadn’t taken his hand off the grip of the concealed pistol under his jacket. The ultrasound tech—young, nervous, clearly briefed that this wasn’t a normal appointment—squeezed cold gel onto my stomach. I flinched. Valerio stepped forward instantly. “Gentle.” She nodded too fast. “Of course, sir.” The wand pressed down. A whooshing sound filled the room. Then— A heartbeat. Fast. Strong. Tiny. Valerio’s breath caught—audible, raw. The tech moved the wand. A grainy image appeared on the screen. “There,” she said softly. “Six weeks, four days. Everythi

Chapter One Hundred ThirteenElena POVI did not tell anyone about the phone. Not Brian. Not Sandra. Not even my father when I checked on him later that evening. I carried the weight of it alone, like a stone pressed into my chest. Every time it vibrated in my pocket my heart jumped, but it stayed silent all day, as if it was waiting for the right moment to bite.Work kept me upright. I walked the site with a clipboard, corrected measurements, approved samples, and forced my voice to stay calm. The workers watched me closely now. Some with respect. Some with curiosity. Some with the same old doubt. I ignored all of it.By evening Valerio summoned me to his temporary office at the site. The room smelled like leather and smoke. He stood by the window with his back to me, city lights spilling across his shoulders.You found something today he said without turning.I froze. I did not deny it. I also did not confirm it.He finally faced me. His eyes were sharp, searching. This is not a gam

Chapter One Hundred FifteenValerio POVMorning sunlight cut through the blinds of my study, slicing across the mahogany table like thin blades of fire. I hadn’t slept. The image of Elena’s pale face under the night sky wouldn’t leave my mind. She had been brave — too brave — and the way she trembled when the truth about her mother unraveled, it made something in me twist.But I couldn’t afford softness. Not now.The nuclear contract had reached a volatile stage. My scientists were running tests across three countries, and I was already two meetings behind with the presidential security council. The Russians were pressing from every side, sending their spies, their coded threats, their fake investors. Every step forward felt like walking through a minefield — and Elena, unknowingly, was standing right at the center of it.I poured myself a glass of scotch even though it was still early. The burn grounded me. My phone buzzed once — a coded message from my field commander in Moscow.The

Chapter One Hundred Twenty EightElena’s POVThe rain came down hard against the tall windows of the mansion, loud and relentless, as if the sky itself had lost control. Thunder rolled low and deep, shaking the ancient stone walls. The house felt too big, too quiet, too alive with echoes that did not belong to me.I could not sleep.My body was warm but restless, my thoughts tangled and heavy. Every time I closed my eyes I felt him near me even when he was not there. The way he looked at me. The way his presence filled a room without him saying a word.I slipped out of the guest room and padded barefoot down the hallway. The marble floor was cold beneath my feet. Lightning flashed through the tall windows, briefly illuminating the paintings, the arches, the shadows.I stopped in front of his door.Another thunderclap sounded, closer this time. My heart jumped. I raised my hand before I could talk myself out of it and knocked softly.There was a pause.Then the door opened.Valerio sto

Chapter One Hundred ThirtyElena’s POVI lay in the dark with my eyes open long after Valerio’s breathing had gone steady on the sofa across the room. The storm had quieted to a soft rain tapping the windows, but inside me everything was loud. My skin still burned where his hands had touched me. My lips felt swollen from his kiss. Between my legs I ached with a deep, empty throb that would not go away no matter how tightly I pressed my thighs together.He had stopped again. Pulled back. Held me like something precious instead of taking what we both wanted. I loved him for it and hated him for it at the same time. My body was screaming for release, and his noble restraint only made the need worse.I shifted under the sheets, careful not to make the bed creak. The shirt he gave me smelled like him, warm skin and faint soap and something darker that was only Valerio. Every breath dragged that scent into my lungs and made the ache sharper.I told myself to sleep. Tomorrow the doctor would