All Chapters of Ruthless Claim: Chapter 131 - Chapter 138

The sun crept slowly over the villa, spilling warmth across the quiet rooms, painting long, soft shadows over the furniture. The storm from the night before had finally passed, leaving the world outside sparkling, clean, and fragrant with wet earth. Inside, the villa felt peaceful, though Aria knew that peace was fragile—like a glass sculpture waiting for the smallest tremor to shatter it.Leon stirred in her arms, tiny fists curling around the blanket she had wrapped him in. His eyes fluttered open, half-lidded and curious, and Aria smiled despite the lingering tension she felt from the past few weeks. The days since his birth had been a blur—emotional, chaotic, terrifying—but seeing him now, calm and breathing steadily against her chest, reminded her that the worst was behind them.Luca appeared silently behind her, barefoot and clad in a soft grey sweater, hair still damp from the night’s rain. He paused, eyes tracing the gentle rise and fall of Leon’s tiny chest, and then down to

The morning light filtered through the villa’s curtains, soft and golden, but Aria barely noticed. Her eyes were on Leon, who gurgled happily in his bassinet, tiny fists waving in the air. She let out a deep breath, the quiet hum of the household washing over her. For once, the villa didn’t feel heavy. It felt alive. Safe.She glanced toward the nursery door, where Luca was leaning casually, sipping his morning espresso, yet his eyes never left their son. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his posture carried that effortless strength that always made Aria’s chest tighten.“You two look like you own the morning,” she teased softly, moving closer.Luca smiled, setting his cup down. “We do. You just happen to be part of the family now.”Aria laughed quietly, brushing a hand over Leon’s soft hair. “He’s growing too fast. I can’t believe he’s already holding onto your finger.”“He’s got my grip for life,” Luca said, kneeling beside the bassinet and letting Leon clutch his finger. “And

The villa was quiet, but not peacefully so. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of wind against the shutters, seemed louder than it should be.Aria sat at the nursery window, Leon wrapped in a soft blanket on her lap. He yawned, tiny fists stretching toward the sky. The world outside could be chaotic, but here, in this moment, there was calm—fragile, precious, and fleeting.Her thoughts, however, refused to remain quiet. Matteo’s audacity had shaken her. And now, the woman from the engagement fair reaching out again left a prickling unease at the base of her neck.A knock echoed from the villa’s main hall. Aria’s head snapped up.Luca appeared in the doorway moments later, still damp from the late-night rain patrol, his jacket slung over one shoulder, eyes scanning before they softened on her. “They’ve been silent,” he murmured. “No new threats reported today. For now, we’re safe.”Aria nodded, still gripping Leon tightly. “But she reached out. That woman from the fair… she

The villa was quiet, almost impossibly so, a stark contrast to the chaos of the past weeks. The storm that had raged outside and inside their lives had passed, leaving only the fragile stillness of a world slowly healing. Aria sat in the nursery, Leon cradled in her arms. His tiny hands clutched at her fingers, and she couldn’t stop smiling, even as exhaustion tugged at her bones.Luca watched from the doorway, his posture relaxed for the first time in months, yet his eyes held that familiar intensity that had saved them all countless times. He leaned against the frame, arms crossed loosely, and simply watched. The sight of Aria holding their son—the soft curve of her hair falling into her face, the gentle rise and fall of her chest—filled him with a warmth he hadn’t dared to feel in a long time.“You’re staring again,” Aria said softly, tilting her head to meet his gaze.“I’m not,” he replied, but his lips quirked into a small smile. “I’m… just appreciating what we’ve fought for.”Ar