Claimed By My Ex’s Mafia Father in-law のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 241 - チャプター 250

Chapter 241:The Storm Inside Nina’s POVThe rain came down harder that autumn than it had in years, turning the small garden outside my window into a muddy mess where the flowers drooped under the weight of the water and the tree branches swayed wildly in the wind like they were trying to break free from the earth. I watched it all from the chair by the glass, my breath fogging the pane as I sat there hour after hour, feeling the chill seep through the frame and into my bones. The guards said it was the worst storm in a decade, the kind that flooded the roads and kept deliveries late, but to me it felt like a sign, like the world outside was finally showing its rage after all this time of quiet. I had grown used to the sameness of my days, the meals on the tray, the walks in the common room, the nights when sleep came slow and full of old dreams, but the storm stirred something inside me that I thought had died long ago, a restlessness that made my fingers twitch and my mind race with

Chapter 244: Luca’s Investigation Elena’s POVLuca arrived at the villa two days after the letter came, driving up the narrow coast road in the same black SUV he had used for years, the one with tinted windows and reinforced sides that Valerio still kept serviced even though the need for it had faded. He stepped out wearing the same dark jacket he always wore, face lined from too many late nights and too much coffee, but his eyes were sharp, the way they had been when he first started working for us. I watched him from the terrace railing while Valerio met him at the gate. They spoke quietly for a moment, heads close together, then walked up the stone steps to join me.Luca did not waste time on greetings. He pulled a thin folder from his coat and laid it on the table between us. The cover was plain, no labels, just a small tab with the date written in his neat handwriting.“I checked every possible angle,” he said, voice low and even. “Prison records first. Anya Kovaleva is still in

Chapter 246:The Letter That Changed Everything Elena’s POVThe second letter came on a quiet Thursday when the sky was heavy with clouds that never quite opened into rain. I found it mixed in with the normal post, tucked between a bill from the clinic and a postcard from Sofia showing Livia on a carousel in Milan. The envelope was plain white again, no stamp, no return address, just my name written in the same careful block letters that had made my stomach drop the first time. I carried it to the kitchen table and sat down alone because Valerio was out with Luca checking something at the village gate. My hands felt cold even though the room was warm. I opened it slowly, like I was afraid the paper itself might bite.Inside was one sheet folded once. The handwriting was the same, but the words were different. Shorter. Sharper.I am coming home.
Livia will know my name soon.
Tell Valerio the circle closes now.
—AnyaI read it twice, then three times, waiting for the letters to rearrange

Chapter 248: Heat in the DarkSofia’s POVThe envelope sat on the windowsill like it belonged there. White. Plain. Mocking. I couldn’t touch it. My hands stayed clenched at my sides while Valerio stepped forward and picked it up with two fingers, careful like it might explode.He opened it. One sheet inside. Same block letters.I already see her sleeping. So peaceful. So mine.The room spun. Matteo grabbed my arm to keep me upright. His grip was hard, almost bruising, but I needed it. Needed something solid.Mom whispered something I couldn’t hear. Valerio crumpled the paper in his fist and shoved it in his pocket. “Everyone downstairs. Now. Lights off upstairs. No one near windows.”We moved like we were in a dream. Slow. Heavy. Matteo scooped Livia from the bed without waking her. She murmured against his neck, thumb in her mouth, and he carried her down like she was glass. We settled in the living room with curtains drawn tight. One lamp on low in the corner. Shadows everywhere.Li

Chapter 250: The Sound on the StairsElena’s POVThe silence after the gunshots felt worse than the gunshots themselves.Gunfire was loud. Sharp. Fast. It came and went like lightning.But silence stayed.It pressed against the walls of the safe room. It filled my ears until I could hear my own heartbeat pounding like a drum inside my chest.Livia trembled in my arms.Her small fingers clutched the back of my shirt. Her face was buried against my neck. I could feel her warm tears soaking into my skin.“Nonna…” she whispered.Her voice was tiny. Fragile.I kissed her hair slowly and rubbed her back.“It’s okay, baby,” I murmured.But it wasn’t okay.Across the room, Sofia stood against the wall. Her arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to hold her body together. Her eyes stayed fixed on the steel door.She was waiting.We were all waiting.Matteo stood directly in front of the door.His body was stiff. His shoulders wide. His gun raised.He didn’t blink.He didn’t move.The