CLAIMED BY THE DON의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

ELENA’S POV I wandered through the boutique aisles with Mamma Rosa linking her arm in mine and Papa trailing behind carrying bags already stuffed with veils and jewelry. Mamma Rosa had made it clear that she didn’t want any bodyguard following while we shopped, so they all stationed outside. Laughter bubbled from Mamma Rosa as she held up a delicate lace shawl shimmering under the lights and draped it over my shoulders, her fingers adjusted the fabric gently against my skin. “This would complement your dress perfectly, bambina. But tell me have you seen it yet to know the fit?” I shook my head, forcing a tight smile, while my stomach twisted uneasy from earlier nausea lingering faintly but persistent. “Enzo handled everything with the designer and I trust him completely, so there was no need to check.” Unspoken truth clawed inside my throat. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her that from the beginning this wedding felt forced like chains I only accepted for survival, so I left eve

ELENA’S POV I woke up to the soft glow of sunlight slipping through the curtains, warning my skin. But instead of excitement about tomorrow’s wedding, a wave of unease hit me hard. My stomach churned lightly, as I pressed a hand to it, that persistent nausea and fatigue nagging at me again. It had been weeks now, and deep down, I knew I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I’d removed the implant from my body two months ago without Enzo’s knowledge, I couldn’t continue with it because it wasn’t comfortable for me anymore. So I’d convinced myself that I’d be careful enough when we had sex. But now… now I had to know for sure. I slipped out of bed, my feet padding quietly across the cool floor to the bathroom. My heart raced as I grabbed the pregnancy test I’d bought from the mall and hidden in the back of the drawer a few days ago, just in case. My hands shook badly as I followed the instructions: I peed into a small cup, dipped the stick in it, capped it, and set it on the counter. The wai

ELENA’S POV I stirred slowly as consciousness clawed back and darkness pressed in all around with heat suffocating every breath. Sweat beaded on my skin while my hands twisted against rough ropes binding my wrists. Panic surged through me as I realized the space confined me like a coffin, and the low hum of an engine vibrated beneath my body with bumps jolting me side to side. My mind raced to piece together the fragments of that blade at my throat and Dante’s rasping voice. My baby, oh God, my baby. Enzo, and the wedding tomorrow. Everything swirled in a chaotic storm inside my head as I kicked weakly at the unyielding walls. Tears stung my eyes as fear gripped my chest tighter than the ropes. How did Dante slip into the hotel room so easily?I shifted and felt the familiar weight on my wrist with the smartwatch Enzo insisted I wear for safety, and just then hope flickered amid the terror. I fumbled with bound hands to press the power button and activated the tracking feature whi

ELENA’S POV I perched on the velvet stool in front of the grand mirror in the hotel suite, golden afternoon sunlight pouring through the windows and dancing across the room with a warmth that soothed my aching shoulder, where fresh bandages concealed the wound from last night’s horror. My fingers trembled slightly as I adjusted the robe’s collar, staring at my reflection with eyes heavy from exhaustion but alive with a fragile spark of hope. Yesterday’s nightmare replayed in vivid flashes—Dante’s rage contorting his face as he dragged me by the collar, choking the air from my lungs while I begged for mercy, shielding my stomach desperately. Death had looked so close, and I’d imagined myself dying on the cliff. But above all what occupied my mind was the thought and doubt creeping in my mind as I wondered if Enzo caught Dante’s venomous words about the child or pieced together the truth from my frantic pleas over the phone. My hand moved on its own, pressing gently against m

ELENA’S POV The reception hall glowed under crystal chandeliers as champagne flutes clinked, and laughter rolled in waves across the marble floors. String lights draped the ceiling as it captured stars. It was perfect, way more beautiful than I’d ever imagined my wedding would ever be. I stood beside Enzo, his arm looped possessively around my waist as we raised our glasses in toast after toast. Guests pressed forward, one after another, offering congratulations and compliments that felt both genuine and rehearsed. My mermaid gown shimmered every time I moved, the slit flashed my leg. I made sure the massive Asscher-cut diamond on my finger caught light like a small sun and made its presence known. I had to show to these people who bullied and underestimated me, that I was no longer the poor girl on scholarship, I was now a wife to Italy’s most feared Don and the richest amongst his peers. Was it something to be proud of? Absolutely yes, especially when these same people told me t