All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex’s Mafia Father in-law : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Elena’s POVThey moved me before I could argue.One minute I was standing outside Valerio’s room, fingers still tingling from the last squeeze of his hand. The next, Luca was guiding me down a private corridor, his palm firm at my back, his voice low and urgent.“Do not speak,” he said. “Do not look around.”That alone told me how bad it was.The hospital felt different now. Too quiet. Like it was holding its breath. Every shadow felt heavier. Every passing nurse looked like a threat until proven otherwise.They took me to a secure room deep inside the building. No windows. Thick door. Two armed men posted outside.Safe, they said.Nothing about it felt safe.I sat on the edge of the bed and hugged my arms around myself. My phone buzzed once in my hand. Unknown number.I stared at it for a long time before answering.“Hello,” I said, my voice barely steady.Silence.Then breathing.Slow. Calm. Male.“Elena,” the voice said softly. Not rushed. Not angry. Almost gentle.My blood went co

Chapter One Hundred Fifty SevenElena’s POVDarkness did not fall all at once.It swallowed me slowly.First the noise faded. The gunshots. The shouting. Valerio’s voice calling my name. It all stretched far away like sound under water.Then my body stopped listening to me.My fingers would not move. My legs felt like stone. My mouth tried to speak but nothing came out.I am not dying, I told myself.I am not.When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on leather.A seat.A car.The engine hummed low and smooth. The air smelled like cologne and smoke. My head throbbed. My arm burned where the needle went in.I tried to sit up.A hand pressed my shoulder gently.“Easy,” Marco said. “You will make yourself sick.”My heart slammed against my ribs.I turned my head. He sat beside me, relaxed, one ankle over the other, like we were on a normal drive.“You kidnapped me,” I whispered.He smiled. “Such an ugly word.”“Valerio will kill you.”“He has tried before.”I forced myself upright despit

Chapter 175: Shadows of DoubtElena's POVThe hallway still echoed with the ghost of that ringing phone. Kovalev. One word, and the entire mansion felt like it had tilted on its axis. I kept walking anyway, bare feet silent on cold marble, robe slipping off one shoulder. I did not look back. If I looked back, I might shatter completely.My stomach twisted again, sharper this time. Not nerves. Something else. Something that had been coming and going for days. I pressed a hand low on my abdomen and kept moving toward the guest wing. My old room. The one Valerio had insisted I leave weeks ago because “his bed was safer.” Safer. The word tasted like ash now.I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, breathing hard. The nausea rolled through me in slow, sickening waves. I barely made it to the ensuite before I was on my knees, retching into porcelain. Nothing came up. Just dry heaves and the bitter taste of betrayal.When it passed, I sat back on the cool tile floor and stared at

Chapter 176: Whispers in the DarkValerio POVThe study door closed behind me with a soft click that felt louder than a gunshot. I stood there for a long moment, staring at the phone still glowing on the desk. Kovalev. The name alone was enough to make old scars itch.But it was not the call that had my pulse hammering. It was the look on Elena's face when she saw those two pink lines. Not fear. Not anger. Something deeper. Something that looked like grief.I poured three fingers of scotch and downed it in one swallow. The burn did nothing to quiet the storm in my head.Pregnant.My child growing inside her.The woman I had watched from afar for years, the daughter of the man who took everything from my family, now carrying the next generation of both bloodlines. Fate had a cruel sense of humor.I set the glass down harder than necessary. My phone buzzed again. Not Kovalev this time. My head of security."She's in her old room. Locked the door. No movement.""Good. Double the watch o

Chapter 178: Tangled AlliancesSonia's POVThe neon lights of Club Velvet pulsed through the one-way glass of the VIP booth like a heartbeat on steroids. Bass thumped so hard it vibrated in my ribcage. I leaned back against cracked leather, legs crossed, sequined thong riding high, stilettos dangling from one foot. Another night. Another rotation. Another layer of glitter and lies.My phone buzzed on the low table in front of me. Lucas. Again.Where the fuck r u? Need u home. Business.I rolled my eyes and typed back one-handed.Working. You know how it is.Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.Bring home extra tonight. Kovalev's contact wants proof she's knocked up. Photos. Something recent.My stomach twisted. Not from guilt. From the sheer boredom of it all. Elena pregnant. Valerio's spawn. The perfect leverage. And Lucas, my so-called husband, still thought he could play kingpin with borrowed power.I deleted the thread. Switched to the encrypted app.Brian's name glow