All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE DON: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

ELENA’S POVA couple of days had slipped by in soft, golden light, and our home finally felt alive with real peace. Renzo had become the heart of every moment. He woke us with giggles, demanded piggyback rides through the garden, and fell asleep each night tucked between us after Lorenzo told him wild stories about dragons and hidden kingdoms. My husband had turned into the most devoted father I had ever witnessed. He sat on the floor for hours building towers with blocks, carried Renzo on his shoulders while they explored the penthouse, and spent every evening at the grand piano guiding our son’s small fingers across the keys. The sound of their laughter and simple music drifted through the halls like healing balm after years of pain.Tonight was no different from other nights. I stood at the top of the stairs, leaning against the railing in a sheer black nightgown that clung to my breasts and barely skimmed my thighs. Below, Lorenzo sat at the piano with Renzo on his lap. Their dar

ENZO’S POV TWO MONTHS LATERI woke up with a start in the middle of the night, my hand reaching across cool sheets where Elena should have been. The spot beside me felt empty and cold. My heart kicked up immediately as I sat up and blinked into the darkness. The clock on the nightstand glowed with the time: just past two in the morning. I rubbed my eyes and listened for any sound in the house, but only silence answered at first. I swung my legs out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. She might have gone to check on Renzo. I padded down the hall to his room and cracked the door open. Moonlight filtered through the curtains and showed my son sleeping soundly, his small chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. There was no Elena. I closed the door softly and headed back toward the stairs, confusion mixing with a faint edge of worry.Then I heard it. A faint crunching noise drifted up from downstairs. My body tensed on instinct. Old habits died hard. I moved silently down the s

ENZO’S POVEight months had slipped by faster than I expected, and this pregnancy had tested every limit I thought I possessed. With Renzo, I had missed everything because of the explosion that ripped Elena from my life. This time I stayed right beside her through every craving, every tear, and every wild mood swing. I adored her even when she terrified me. She forgot half her doctor appointments, so I kept the schedule in my phone and reminded her every single time. She had become lazy about showers too, so I teased her, dragged her to the bathroom, and washed her hair myself while she complained and laughed in the same breath. When the ultrasound had showed us that we were indeed having a girl, she cried like a child. Those moments felt precious. I finally got to be the husband she deserved and the father I wanted to become.We sat around the breakfast table with the whole family. Mamma Rosa and Papa had stayed on to help, and their presence filled the house with warmth. Elena att

ENZO’S POV Five weeks had passed since the chaotic day our daughter entered the world, and the house now carried a new rhythm of soft cries, late-night feedings, and endless joy. I stood at the doorway of our bedroom and watched Elena nurse little Serena in the rocking chair by the window. Sunlight streamed across her face as she hummed quietly to our baby girl. Serena, our peaceful one. The name fit perfectly after everything we had endured together. She represented the calm we fought so hard to reach, the new beginning we carved out from blood and pain. Elena looked up and smiled when she noticed me. “She finally settled. Come join us.” I crossed the room with the old contract folder in my hand and pulled a chair closer to her. “I found something today while sorting through papers. Do you remember this?” I handed her the document from our early days, the one we signed when our marriage started as a cold arrangement for my inheritance. Elena took it with her free hand and scanned

ENZO’S POVI knelt on the bedroom floor and slipped Serena’s small feet into her polished black shoes. She wiggled her toes inside them and gave me that bright grin that always hit me straight in the chest. At nine years old my daughter already owned every soft part of me. “Daddy, make the left one tighter,” she said and kicked her foot lightly against my hand. I adjusted the strap with care and planted a kiss on her knee. “How does that feel now, princess?” She nodded fast and threw her arms around my neck in a quick hug that smelled like strawberry shampoo. “Perfect. Thank you, Daddy. You are the best.” Elena leaned against the doorframe in her white doctor’s coat, her arms crossed and a soft smile curving her lips. I stood up, crossed the room in two strides, and pulled my wife against me. I kissed her slow and deep, savoring the taste of morning coffee and the steady warmth that had kept me alive through every dark year. My hand rested on the small of her back as I held her c