All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex’s Mafia Father in-law : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter Fifty OneValerio’s POVThe grand prince has a way of turning urgent national matters into a grand big luxurious spectacle party .It didn’t matter that the tow window for the rig was narrow, that logistics were stacked like knives, that three governments were waiting for a simple, impossible word “proceed.” If you arrived within his walls, the meter started on music and flame. He threw parties the way other men threw orders: with certainty, with habit, with enormous cost. To be honest, a part of me welcomed it. I’d been living on caffeine and spite for months. I could afford one hour of forgetting.So I played my role.I let the servants pour the wine. I let the smoke curl from my cigar in patient rings. I sat among silk and gold as if I hadn’t spent the afternoon signing papers that would move steel through water like a cathedral floating. And I watched the stage the way a wolf watches fire tired, hungry, pretending it doesn’t burn.They sent a girl to dance for me.Of co

Chapter Fifty ThreeElena’s POVThe wine pulsed through my veins like liquid fire, blurring the edges of the room until there was only Valerio his mouth crashing into mine with a hunger that stole my breath. His lips were hot, slick with the deep red we'd been drowning in, tasting of dark cherries and desperation. I moaned into him, my tongue tangling with his in a sloppy, frantic dance, sucking and biting as if we could devour each other's souls.His hand on my neck was pure possession fingers digging into the soft skin just below my jaw, thumb pressing against my pulse point, tilting my head back to claim me deeper. The pressure sent sparks exploding down my spine, making me arch into him, my body screaming for more. His other hand splayed wide across my back, palm burning through the thin fabric of my dress, pulling me flush against his hard chest, fingers curling like he never wanted to let go.And there, gripped in the hand that wasn't on me, the cold steel of the gun pressed

Chapter Fifty FiveThe dim light of the room cast long shadows across the ornate Arabian bed, its silken sheets shimmering faintly under the weight of their bodies. Elena’s breath hitched as his powerful frame pressed against her, the heat of his skin searing through the thin fabric of her dress. His hands, rough from years of handling steel and fire, gripped her waist with a possessive intensity that made her heart race. She could feel the hardness of him, not just in the gun he’d teasingly held to her chin moments ago, but in the way his body responded to her every touch, every glance.“You think you can play innocent with me?” he growled, his voice low and gravelly, vibrating against her ear as he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. The other trailed down her side, slow and deliberate, his fingers brushing the curve of her hip. Elena squirmed beneath him, her lips parting in a soft gasp, her body betraying her with every subtle arch toward him.“I… I was only trying

Chapter Fifty Seven Sandra’s POV A restless crane creaked each time the wind pushed it. The ground under my boots felt like it was holding a breath. I stayed close to Brian. He walked a step ahead, flashlight down, beam narrow. Calm. Focused. His shoulders looked like something I could lean on and also like something that could break a door. I clutched my own tiny torch with white knuckle fingers and tried not to shake. “Elena would roast me for this,” I muttered. Brian glanced back. “For caring?” “For being stupid at midnight,” I said. “Those are different things.” “We check one last area,” he said. “Then we go.” “You said that twice already.” “Third time’s lucky.” I wanted to laugh. I couldn’t. My heart wouldn’t let me. It hammered so hard it was all I could hear, like I had a drum hidden in my chest. He led me along a narrow lane between two half-built walls. Rebar stuck out like ribs. Plastic sheets snapped in the breeze. Somewhere far off, a

Chapter Fifty NineSandra’s POVBrian had barely pulled away when I pressed call.My hands were still shaking. My voice is even more so. I told them everything I could remember the muffled whimper, the tire marks, the way Caleb’s truck looked, the smell of oil and dirt in the air. I tried to keep it short, tried not to panic the operator into thinking I was hysterical.“The unit's on its way,” she said calmly. “Stay where you are and we’ll notify patrol.”I sighed like someone had taken the weight off my chest. For a moment I let myself believe it would be enough.It wasn’t.A hard knock at my door three hours later woke me from the heavy, exhausted sleep I’d fallen into. My grandmother stood at the threshold five seconds later, eyes wild and breathing like a storm.“What did you do?” she hissed, furious and shaking at once.“The cops are here,” she added, spitting the words like they were the most disappointing thing she’d ever heard.My stomach dropped. Then it dawned on me ,I’d use