All Chapters of Betrayed By The Son, Claimed By His Mafia Father: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

After working 8 hours at coffee shop, I raced to the boutique for my third job of the day. My heels ached, but I still had to smile and accept the manager's order to serve difficult customers.I grabbed a velvet tray and walked toward the couple buying engagement rings. That's when I noticed the man.There was no doubt that he was my boyfriend Luca. The woman next to him put her hand on his arm as they looked at rings that probably cost more than my annual salary across all the jobs I worked.It was my best friend Chloe.They were laughing and chatting casually, but the way their arms were linked and the look they shared held a closeness that went far beyond just friendship.Watching the scene, I felt strangely detached, as if I were watching a movie. Only the high-pitched ringing in my ears and the tight, burning ache in my chest—sharp enough to steal my breath—reminded me that this betrayal was real.Tears stung my eyes, sudden and searing. The tray slipped from my fingers and lande

All of this should have been the scene I dreamed of. I loved Luca, and of course I longed for our relationship to grow pato marriage.But not like this. Not now.I asked him to get up. Before any decision could be made, we needed to talk—really talk.He looked worse than a few hours ago. His eyes were swollen, his expression raw. Chloe hovered behind him like a guilty conspirator who had already decided reconciliation was the only acceptable ending.The whole situation began to feel less like betrayal and more like an emotional tornado I'd gotten swept up in.If they weren't cheating together, what were they doing?Something in me refused to believe they were simply buying me a ring.As Chloe nudged him forward, Luca took my hands. “Eleanor, please,” he whispered, those familiar puppy-dog eyes pulling at my softest parts. “Let’s fix this.”My resolve blurred. Maybe it had all been a misunderstanding. Maybe I’d overreacted and found cracks when there was none.Sensing my hesitation, Lu

Under both Sebastian’s and Luca’s gazes, I had no choice but to steady my breath, lift my chin, and walk toward them. Each step felt like crossing a tightrope that was seconds away from snapping.I reached them on shaky legs. Luca gestured proudly toward the man—my man, the almost-man, the man whose mouth I still remembered on mine with startling clarity.Unaware of how nervous I was, Luca's smile was warm and broad.“Eleanor,” Luca announced, “this is my father. Sebastian Rossi.”Sebastian, who was looking at me like he had never seen me before.Had he already forgotten about me?If anyone would have told me that this was how tonight would go, I would have laughed in their faces.I kept reminding myself that this was real. That it was normal to have dinner with both my fiancee and his father. The man who had come so close to making me cum without even touching me properly.Every time I glanced at Sebastian, I screamed internally: He is Luca's father.Sebastian looked between me and L

Sebastian's POVThe position we were in reminded me a lot of that first night. How she had fallen into me with surprise in her breath and heat in her eyes.The room I’d dragged Eleanor into was barely lit, shadows spilling across the walls. The moment the door closed, she reacted—sharp, instinctive. She twisted in my grasp, struggling in a way that was fierce but breakable, like a titling ship.I held her upright with a hand firm around her waist. It was pure instinct.As my grip tightened, I became acutely aware of the dangerous direction my thoughts threaded—thoughts that violated every line I’d ever drawn to keep my world intact. Those kinds of thoughts have toppled empires, not me.I prided myself in control and she was my son’s future wife, I reminded myself.“It’s me,” I whispered in her earsShe went still immediately.So still I could finally make her out through the light spilling in from the arched glass windows. The face I couldn't stop thinking about emerged from the shado

I had not expected Sebastian’s intervention or even the way it made me feel.A strange warmth blossomed beneath my ribs, unsettling me in its precision.How could Sebastian—the man I hardly knew, a man with a reputation wrapped in cold steel—read me so clearly?Support me so instinctively?The realization unsettled me far more than Luca’s outburst had.How could he see me so clearly when Luca didn’t?Or understand the exact thoughts I struggled to keep buried so it would not ruin what I had with Luca?Luca forced out a sharp laugh. “Hahaha. Well, it's a good thing Eleanor’s not your type. Right dad?” he joked, though the tension clung to his words. “Or else I would have questioned your motives.”Sebastian’s eyes flashed fire.Luca raised his hands in surrender. “Okay. Alright. I will drop it.” Then he added, far too casually, “Although I still don’t get why you’re bothering with job hunting when you could just be a stay-at-home wife.”My spine went rigid.He said it lightly but I had