All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex’s Mafia Father in-law : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Chapter One Hundred Sixty twoElena’s POVI did not move after he left.The door closed softly, but the sound echoed inside my chest like a gunshot. His words stayed with me, heavy and sharp. Someone close. Someone who knew. I wrapped my arms around myself and tried to slow my breathing.The house felt different now. Every shadow looked intentional. Every sound felt placed.I walked to the window and looked out into the rain soaked garden. The lights along the path glowed low and yellow. Beautiful. Deceptive. Somewhere in the distance a gate opened and closed. Voices murmured. Then silence again.I turned away and my phone buzzed in my hand.Unknown number.My heart stuttered.I hesitated only a second before opening the message.You should not have trusted him.My fingers went cold.Who is this I typed.The reply came instantly.Someone who knows what you are carrying.I stared at the screen, confused and suddenly afraid in a deeper way. Carrying what. I was not holding anything. I h

Chapter One Hundred Fifty SixElena’s POVThe crack in the door widened with a shriek of tortured metal, and I screamed before I could stop myself. Valerio swore under his breath, planted his feet, and raised his gun toward the seam as if daring the steel to fail him.“Get behind me,” he said again, softer this time, like he was talking to something fragile.I pressed myself into his back, my hands fisting the fabric of his shirt. His heartbeat was fast but steady. It grounded me in a way nothing else could.Another impact slammed into the door. Dust fell from the ceiling. Somewhere in the walls, alarms wailed and then died.“They’re cutting the hinges,” I whispered.“Yes,” he said. “Which means they’re confident.”That scared me more than the noise.The voice returned, closer now, distorted through the metal but unmistakable. Calm. Certain.“Valerio,” it said. “You built your empire on secrets. You should know better than to keep one that breathes.”My stomach twisted.“Do not answer

Elena’s POVI didn’t know how long I had been standing in the hallway of the Italian mansion, rain hammering against the tall windows, lightning slicing the sky in jagged bursts. My hair was damp, clinging to my skin, but I didn’t care. All I could feel was the thrum of my own heart, racing with a mix of fear, anticipation, and something else I wasn’t ready to name.Valerio appeared behind me before I even heard him. His presence filled the room instantly, commanding and impossible to ignore. One hand rested lightly on my shoulder, the other curled around my wrist, steadying me. I turned slightly, meeting his storm-gray eyes. The rainlight caught them, making them glow almost silver.“Why are you out here?” His voice was low, controlled, but the underlying tension made it impossible to mistake.“I… I couldn’t stay in my room.” My words came out as a whisper, almost swallowed by the thunder. “I needed… air.”He tilted his head, studying me as though trying to read every thought I hadn’

Elena’s POVI stopped breathing when he said it.They have your father.The words did not land all at once. They crept into my chest slowly, like poison. I felt my body go cold even though the fire crackled loudly in the hearth behind us. My fingers trembled. I grabbed the edge of the table just to stay upright.“No,” I whispered. “No, they can’t.”Valerio stepped closer. Too close. His presence filled the space, heat radiating from him. He reached out but stopped halfway, like he was afraid touching me might break something.“Sit,” he said softly.I shook my head. “If I sit, I’ll fall apart.”His jaw tightened. Then he pulled me into him anyway.Hard. Firm. Unapologetic.My face pressed against his chest. I could hear his heart. Fast. Angry. Alive. My hands curled into his shirt without permission, gripping like he was the only solid thing left in the world.“I won’t let them touch him,” he said into my hair. “I swear it.”The way he said it made my knees weak. Not a promise. A vow.

Elena’s POVI woke up choking on smoke and dust.My ears rang like something had exploded inside my head. I could not hear clearly at first. Just sharp whistles and my own breathing, too fast, too loud.I was on the floor.Cold marble under my palms. My cheek pressed against something wet. Blood. I did not know if it was mine.“Elena.”Valerio’s voice cut through the noise like a rope pulling me back.“I am here,” I whispered. My throat burned.Strong arms wrapped around me and dragged me behind the overturned table. Wood splintered above us as bullets hit. I screamed and buried my face into his chest.“Do not look,” he said. His hand covered the back of my head. “Breathe. Just breathe.”More shots. Glass shattering. Men shouting. Orders barked in Russian.Lucas was laughing.I heard it clearly now. Calm. Amused. Like he was enjoying every second.“This ends tonight,” Lucas said. “You made it personal, Valerio.”Valerio did not answer. He shifted his body, placing himself fully in fro