All Chapters of Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“How can this be possible? Luciano is backing her? But why?” Alberto’s shocked voice was barely a whisper in his own ears. Rita, standing beside him, looked just as stunned. Chiara was also frozen in disbelief, seeing Luciano completely ignore Laura’s presence while acting like a possessive boyfriend toward Rosa in front of everyone.But Laura wasn’t shocked—she was vibrating with envy. The anger in her heart for Rosa only grew darker.“Why are you all so shocked, huh?” Laura hissed. “Did you forget what that bitch did five years ago? How she lured Luciano into marrying her?”She threw the blame on Rosa again, even though it was all Laura’s fault. Five years ago, Luciano had only married Rosa because his grandfather insisted—and he only did that because Laura had refused to marry him right away. She had been too busy chasing her modeling career, and knowing how possessive and demanding Luciano was, she hadn't wanted to be tied down to a marriage.Rita gritted her teeth, her eyes still

“It’s not what you think. He was just there to accompany me to the court trial, that’s it,” she reasoned.But the frown only deepened on the Don’s handsome face. He gave her hand again a sudden tug, pulling her forward until she landed squarely on his lap. Her hands flew out instinctively, grabbing his shoulders to steady herself.“If you want someone to accompany you, shouldn't you give me a call?” he asked, his voice a low challenge. “Or do you really want that doctor dead that badly?”He had walked away from everything for this—leaving Reid to handle the crucial work in Sicily while the conflict between the mob bosses was still reaching a boiling point. He had arrived just in time to be there for her, only to find her with another man. The sight of them together had turned his protective instinct into pure, cold rage.Rosa averted her eyes as she prepared to lie to her ex-husband. “No, I didn’t call him. He just happened to be at the courthouse for his own work, and he stayed for th

Rosa let out a heavy, shaky breath of pure disbelief. The Don was flirting with her. The infamous monster. The Devil. The heartless Mafia King...Was he really throwing these cheesy romance lines at her?She was still lost in a trance as his lips brushed against her cheek, leaving lingering, wet kisses on her flushed skin before he spun her to face him, trapping her between the hard edge of the counter and the heat of his body. His hands slid around to her slim waist, slightly lifting her blouse and grazing the delicate skin beneath. Goosebumps erupted everywhere his fingers traveled.“The tea,” she murmured, furrowing her brows and looking over her shoulder. “I have to boil it for a specific time... the flame needs to be just right.”Rosa scrambled for any excuse as she saw his eyes drop with heavy, dark lust. Without a word, he reached out and turned off the burner.“No! What are you doing?” Rosa gasped, twisting her body just enough to reach out, her fingers straining to switch the

He walked to the small round table near the window, where a heavy crystal decanter and two glasses caught the sunlight filtering through the curtains. He didn't look back as he unstopped the whiskey, the amber liquid splashing into the glasses with a sharp, rhythmic sound that filled the sudden silence of the room.He turned, glasses in hand. His shirt remained open, the fabric billowing slightly as he stalked back toward her. The dark tattoos on his shoulders peeked out from the collar, while his sleeves were rolled up just enough to give a glimpse of the ink ending at his elbows. And the ink on his fingers gripping the crystal made his hold look dangerously powerful and intimidating.There was no denying it—as cruel as he was, he was twice as lethal in his beauty. Rosa felt more self-conscious in his presence than she would have around the world’s most stunning women; he was so striking, she felt eclipsed by him.He held out a glass, his gaze cutting. “You didn’t see who was calling?

“Rosie? Are you alright?” His voice was a low rumble through the door. “Why aren't you replying? If you don't speak, I’m coming in.”She sighed, hearing the raw concern in his voice. She waited for a beat of silence, then pulled the door open quickly. Luciano froze, his shoulder tensed as if he had been seconds away from breaking the door down.She stepped out, her expression hesitant and small.“What’s wrong?” he rasped, the worry etched into his features. He reached out, pressing the back of his palm to her forehead to check for a fever.“I’m fine,” she murmured, but he wasn't convinced.“No, you’re not fine. You’re pale as a ghost.”She sighed, her eyes darting around the bedroom before settling back on him. She kept her voice soft, pleading. “Umm... could you please get my handbag from the living room? I think I dropped it on the sofa.” He frowned, his dark brows drawing together in suspicion, but he didn’t push. Wi