บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By My Ex’s Mafia Father in-law : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Chapter Forty One Elena’s POV My tears wouldn’t stop. They came fast and hot, streaming down my cheeks as if they could wash away the horror sitting in my chest. I could barely breathe, barely think only feel the ache spreading through every inch of me. “Please,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Valerio, if you’re the one behind what’s happening to my father… if you’re the reason he’s suffering… please, I’m begging you, let him go.” He stood across the room, his back half-turned, his posture sharp and rigid. His hands were buried in his pockets, his head tilted just slightly, like he was forcing himself to keep calm. The faint light from the chandelier painted his face in gold and shadow, but his eyes his eyes were empty. I dropped to my knees, clutching the hem of his coat. “Please,” I cried louder, desperation tearing my throat raw. “He’s done nothing wrong! He’s old, sick whatever debt or grudge you have, please, take it out on me instead. Just spare him!” He look

Chapter Forty ThreeElena’s POVThe sun felt different here.It was sharp and golden, painting everything in blinding light. Even the air seemed heavier, filled with dust and heat that clung to the skin like silk and smoke mixed together.I followed him.Not because I wanted to not anymore but because his silence left no room for choice.Valerio walked ahead of me across the runway, tall and composed, every step sharp with control. The desert wind caught the edge of his shirt, fluttering it slightly, but even that looked deliberate like the world itself knew better than to mess with him.I tried to keep my distance, but somehow I kept matching his pace. My sandals clicked against the pavement, the sound too loud in the emptiness between us.He turned once.Just once.His eyes found me cold, sharp, and full of a kind of disgust that burned deeper than anger. I froze where I stood.“Get her decent,” he said flatly, his voice cutting through the wind. “Now.”No name. No emotio

Chapter Forty FiveSandra’s POVMy hands were still trembling on the steering wheel.The headlights from the monster Ford were too bright, flooding through my cracked windshield, blinding me until I could barely see anything but light and panic. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe.I could hear footsteps approaching measured, heavy, confident.“Step out of the car,” a voice said from outside.Deep. Calm. Controlled.The kind of voice that didn’t shout to sound dangerous it already was.I wiped my palms on my jeans and slowly opened the door. The night air hit me cold against my sweaty skin. I stepped out, my heart beating so loud it almost drowned the sound of the engines idling behind him.When my eyes adjusted, I saw him.A young man, maybe in his late twenties. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair that curled slightly at the ends and a stubble that made him look like someone too serious for his age. His shirt was half-rolled at the sleeves, his boots covered in dust and

Chapter Forty SevenSandra’s POVThe room went black.For a second, I thought it was just my imagination — the hum of the ceiling fan fading, the light blinking once, twice, then gone.But then Brian moved. Quick. Sharp. A shadow among shadows.“Stay behind me,” he said, his voice low but steady.Something in his tone made my pulse quicken. I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel his presence the heat of him, the calm in his movements, the way he filled the dark with control.“Is it a power cut?” I whispered.“No.” His reply was immediate. “Emergency power would’ve kicked in. Someone killed the lights.”My breath caught. “Someone?”He didn’t answer. He just moved closer, his arm brushing against mine. The contact made me jolt, but it grounded me too. His scent that faint mix of smoke, dust, and something darker wrapped around me like armor.“Stay quiet,” he whispered. “And don’t move unless I tell you to.”I swallowed hard and nodded, though he couldn’t see me.The silence stretche

Chapter Forty NineElena’s POVThe man in white laughed a low, rich sound that sliced through her fear like a whip.It wasn’t kind laughter. It was the kind that said I own the air you breathe.Elena flinched as his hand waved lazily in the air, and one of his men tall, silent, eyes hidden behind sunglasses stepped closer. The scent of the desert mixed with the faint musk of animals around them.“Investigate her,” the man ordered in Arabic-accented English. His tone was unhurried, but final. “Where she came from, who sent her, why she trembles like a liar.”“Yes, Sheikh,” the man replied, bowing slightly.Elena’s eyes widened. Sheikh. So that’s who he was a prince, a ruler, a man used to power and fear following him like shadow.“No!” she screamed, panic tearing her throat raw. “Over my dead body! You can’t lock me up …”The Sheikh turned to her, his expression almost amused. “Women do have a lot of audacity,” he said softly, his dark eyes glinting beneath the lowering sun. “Espec