All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex’s Mafia Father in-law : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter One Hundred Thirty TwoElena’s POVThe mansion grew quieter as evening deepened. Servants moved like shadows, lighting candles in the halls, setting the long dining table for a private New Year’s Eve dinner that would never be eaten there. Valerio had dismissed everyone early with generous bonuses and quiet thanks. Tonight the house belonged only to us.I stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, heart beating hard against my ribs. The black lace set I had chosen clung to my skin like a secret. Sheer cups lifted my breasts, nipples already tight and visible through the delicate pattern. A thin strap ran down my spine to the garter belt, holding up silk stockings that ended in lace tops high on my thighs. Between my legs, the tiniest strip of lace barely covered me, already damp from the way I had been thinking about him all day.Over it all I slipped the red silk robe the women had helped me pick. It fell to mid-calf, soft and slippery, tied loosely at the waist

Chapter One Hundred Thirty FourElena’s POVThe roses were gone by morning.I noticed it the moment I came downstairs for coffee. The front step was bare, frost swept clean, as if Isabella’s visit had been a dream. But the faint scent of white roses still lingered in the air near the door, sharp and mocking.Valerio stood at the kitchen island, sleeves rolled up, pouring espresso into two small cups. He looked calm, too calm, the way he always did when something dangerous was circling.“Good morning,” he said, sliding a cup toward me.I took it but did not drink. “Who moved the flowers?”He met my eyes steadily. “I did. Threw them out before sunrise.”I nodded slowly. “She wants you to know she can get close. That she’s watching.”His jaw tightened. “She won’t get close again. I doubled security on the gates. Cameras are being upgraded today.”I wrapped my hands around the warm cup. “She knew about the kiss below my ear, Valerio. That’s not a guess.”He set his cup down harder than ne

Chapter One Hundred Thirty SixElena’s POVThe days after the party blurred into a strange rhythm. Valerio doubled down on security—new guards at the gates, cameras everywhere, his phone always close. He worked from home more, eyes flicking to windows whenever a car passed on the distant road. But he never let me feel caged. He touched me constantly: fingers laced with mine during breakfast, hand on my thigh under the dinner table, pulling me into his lap in the evenings while firelight danced across our skin.We made love every night, sometimes slow and worshipful, sometimes fast and desperate, as if we could burn away the shadows Isabella and Luciano had cast.But the shadows stayed.They arrived separately, but always when Valerio was pulled away.First came the gifts.A single white rose appeared on the windshield of my car one morning, tied with a black ribbon. No note. Valerio’s face went thunderous. He crushed it under his heel without a word.Two days later, a small package wa

Chapter One Hundred Thirty EightElena’s POVThe lights came back on with a soft click, as if the house itself had taken a breath and decided to spare us.Valerio’s body was still shielding mine, gun steady in his hand, eyes scanning the hallway. The footsteps had stopped the moment the darkness lifted. Nothing moved. No shadow lingered on the stairs. Only silence and the faint scent of snow drifting in from somewhere.He lowered the weapon slowly, but did not put it away.“False alarm,” he said quietly. “Power surge from the storm. The footsteps were the old pipes settling.”I nodded against his back, heart still racing. He turned, cupped my face, searched my eyes.“You are shaking.”“I am fine,” I lied.He kissed my forehead, then my lips, soft and lingering. “No one is here. The grounds are secure. I will have every inch searched at dawn.”I believed him. I had to.He led me back to the bedroom, gun placed within reach on the nightstand. The fire in the hearth had burned low, casti

Chapter One Hundred FortyValerio’s POVI could not sleep.The video played on a loop in my mind: Elena’s body arched above mine, her head thrown back in ecstasy, candlelight gilding her skin. Every moan, every shudder, every perfect moment we had believed was private now belonged to someone else. To Isabella.Rage simmered low in my gut, but I kept it banked. Rage was useful only when aimed. Tonight I needed clarity. Tomorrow I would end this.Elena slept curled against my side, one leg thrown over mine, her breath warm against my chest. Moonlight spilled through the window and painted silver across her bare shoulder, the curve of her breast, the delicate line of her spine. The red garter belt and stockings still clung to her; we had been too lost in each other to remove them.She was exquisite in sleep. Lips slightly parted, lashes dark against her cheeks, hair a wild spill across the pillow. My chest tightened with something fiercer than love. Possession. Protection. Worship.I shi