All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex’s Mafia Father in-law : Chapter 71 - Chapter 75

Chapter Seventy OneElena’s POVI felt the world tilt under my feet the moment the architect pointed at me screaming like a madman. My breath caught in my chest and my whole body shook because it was happening again. Accusations. Humiliation. A crowd gathering. People staring at me like I was dirt.I raised my hands helplessly. I did not steal anything. I swear on my father’s life I did not steal a single dollar. My voice cracked but the architect only smirked in triumph as if my fear fed him.He marched toward me and before I even understood what he was doing he grabbed my arm and started touching me patting down my pockets, squeezing my sides, dragging his disgusting hands over my clothes as if I really hid thousands of dollars inside my skin.Stop I begged him my voice shaking. Please do not touch me.He laughed bitterly and loud. Why not he said. Everyone knows what you are. A poor church rat pretending to be important. Or a gold digging stripper who thinks she can fool men with h

Chapter Seventy ThreeValerio’s POVBrian strained against the men holding him down, arms flexing, wrists twisting beneath their grip. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes never left mine. They burned bright and reckless like a man who had nothing to lose.I stepped forward slowly, wiping the last streak of blood from under my nose.“Who,” I said, voice low, “gave you the audacity to touch me?”Brian lifted his head off the floor, fury vibrating through every muscle.“Who gave you the audacity,” he shot back, “to hurt an innocent girl just because she’s poor?”My jaw tightened.He kept going.“You keep toying with her life, her feelings, her mind! You treat her like property. Like a stray animal. And she still..”His breath shook. “ …she still begged you to believe her. And you didn’t.”His words hit harder than his fist.“She didn’t steal the money,” he said, voice rough. “And unlike you, I don’t torture people without evidence.”My eyes narrowed. “What evidence?”

Chapter Seventy Five Valario’s POvI turned to the men who had held the switch on the panel, who had watched her scream and writhe and had not once questioned if we should stop. Their faces were gray with fear now. Good.“You will not touch another prisoner without detailed instruction,” I told them. “You will not adjust machines without written authorization. You will not attempt to get creative with pain. If I hear that you laid a finger on anyone without orders, you will learn what real pain feels like. Understood.”They nodded so fast it looked like panic.Brian reached for Elena’s hand, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. “You are safe now,” he whispered, though his voice shook. “Just hold on a little longer.”I watched his fingers woven through hers. Something unpleasant twisted behind my ribs. Jealousy was too simple a word for it. Possession tasted wrong in this context. Whatever it was, it burned.It should not matter who she called first if she woke. It should only matter