Claimed By My Ex’s Mafia Father in-law のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 261 - チャプター 270

Chapter 261: The Shadow in the GardenElena’s POVThe sun sat low and lazy over the sea that evening. Gold light stretched long across the terrace. Valerio and I sat out there with our feet up. Wine in hand. Bodies still sore from the night before but in that good way that made every move remind me of him. We didn’t talk much. Just sat close. Shoulders touching. Fingers brushing now and then.Livia ran up from the garden path first. Hair wild. Cheeks pink from running. She climbed into Valerio’s lap without asking. He wrapped one arm around her easy. Kissed the top of her head.Sofia and Matteo came next. Sofia carried a basket of figs she picked. Matteo had his phone out showing her something. They looked happy. Normal. Like the bad nights never happened.Then I saw her.She walked up the stone steps slow. Like she belonged there. Tall. Dark hair pulled back tight. Red dress that hugged every curve. Lips painted deep. Eyes sharp. She carried a bottle of wine like a gift. Smiled when

Chapter 263: Heavy ShouldersMatteo’s POVThe bus ride to the city felt longer than usual. Every bump in the road jolted through my body like a reminder of how tired I already was. I sat near the back. Window seat. Forehead pressed to the cool glass. Outside the world blurred past. Buildings. People. Life moving fast while mine felt stuck in slow motion.My phone buzzed again. Another message from Isabella. Same one she sent three times already.“Train station café at 11. Don’t be late. He’s excited to meet you.”I stared at the words until they blurred. Excited. The boy was excited. And I felt like throwing up.School started at eight. I had to be there. Couldn’t miss another day. Professor Adebayo already warned me last week. One more absence and I fail the module. Fail the module and the scholarship goes away. Scholarship goes away and everything crumbles. Sofia. Livia. The villa. The life we built. All of it balanced on me finishing this degree. On proving I could be more than the

Chapter 265: The Weight of DawnMatteo’s POVMorning came too fast. Gray light pushed through the curtains like it didn’t want to be here either. Kamsi slept between Sofia and me on the big bed in the guest room. His small hand stayed on my chest all night. Every time he moved I woke up scared he would be gone. But he was still there. Breathing soft. Safe for now.I slipped out of bed careful. Didn’t want to wake them. Sofia stirred anyway. Opened her eyes. Reached for my hand before I could leave the room.“Where are you going?” she whispered.“Need to think. Need air.”She sat up slow. Hair messy. Eyes tired but clear. “You’re not going alone. Not today.”I looked at Kamsi. Curled on his side now. Thumb back in his mouth. “I have to meet her. She said if I don’t show… they hurt him. They make him watch.”Sofia’s face went pale. She glanced at the boy. Then back at me. “Then we go together. Valerio already called Luca. They’re coming with us. Armed. Ready.”I shook my head hard. “No.

Chapter 267: Blood and DustMatteo’s POVThe warehouse smelled like rust and old oil. Damp concrete under our boots. Dim light from one hanging bulb swinging slow. Shadows moved every time the wind pushed through the broken windows. Luca led. Gun low. Steps silent. Valerio right behind him. I came last. Heart slamming so hard I thought they could hear it.We slipped through a side door cracked open just enough. Inside voices echoed. Low. Angry. One man laughing rough. Another cursing in thick accent.Luca raised a fist. Stop. We pressed against the wall. Listened.“She’s still breathing. Barely. Boss said keep her alive till he gets here. Wants to make an example.”My stomach turned. I pictured Isabella. Bruised. Tied. Waiting for me to come. Waiting for death instead.Valerio looked back at me. Eyes hard. Mouth tight. He nodded once. We move.We crept forward. Past stacks of crates. Past rusted machines. The voices got louder. Closer.Around the last corner we saw them.Three men. Sa

Chapter 269: The Man Behind the GunMatteo’s POVThe hospital room smelled like antiseptic and old coffee. White walls too bright under the fluorescent lights. Machines beeped steady beside my bed. Shoulder wrapped thick in bandages. Painkillers dulled the fire but not the ache deep inside. Not the kind that came from thinking too much.Isabella sat in the chair next to me. She hadn’t left since they wheeled me in at dawn. Face still bruised. Lip scabbed. But her eyes looked clearer now. Less haunted. Kamsi slept curled in her lap. Small fist clutching her shirt. Every time he sighed in his sleep she stroked his hair. Gentle. Like she was afraid the touch might wake him and remind him of yesterday.Valerio stood by the window. Arms crossed. Watching the parking lot below like trouble might drive up any second. Luca had gone to handle the police statements. Clean up the mess we left in the warehouse. Bodies. Blood. Questions.Sofia came in quiet. Carried a tray with tea and bread. Set