Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

The weight of her secrets being stripped bare in front of the entire company made Rita tremble with a volatile, murderous fury. Blinded by the humiliation, her hand shot out, aiming a desperate blow at Rosa’s face.But Rosa was faster.She intercepted the strike mid-air, her fingers clamping around Rita’s wrist tightly. With a sharp, forceful jerk, she flung the woman’s arm back, sending Rita stumbling several steps back.“Don’t make me stoop to your level,” Rosa warned, her voice dropping to a dangerous, low hum. “I don't want to lower myself to hit you back.”Luca instantly moved to intercept. “Madam, you don’t have to dirty your hands with this filth,” he growled, his fingers twitching toward the holste

She was here for a reason, and she had already wasted enough time on this drama. Rosa shifted her focus, ready to put her plan into action. She turned toward the executive staff, who had been standing frozen like a captive audience, and spoke with cold authority. She didn't ask; she commanded in a steady voice, ringing with an authority that brooked no argument. “I want all the financial reports and a summary of every ongoing project on my desk in one hour. Move.”But no one moved or spoke. Then, the patience vanished from Luciano’s face. He let out a roar that vibrated through the floorboards. “Are you all deaf, or are you waiting for an invitation to keep your jobs?”The room instantly exploded into movement. People scrambled, tripping over their own feet to obey.“Right away, Miss Bellini!” a man in his late thirties stammered, his face pale as he hurried toward the filing cabinets.“I’ll have the project reports to your office immediately, Ma'am," a woman in a sharp, expensive sui

Before she could utter a word of protest, his head bent, and his mouth crushed against hers in a searing kiss. One hand was around her waist while the other grabbed the nape of her neck, holding her so possessively tight as if he had no intention of ever letting her go.Rosa didn't protest or push him away. Instead, she let the jacket slip from her fingers as her hands slid over his broad chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath her palms. She hooked her arms around his neck, pulling him flush against her as she kissed him back with a sudden, desperate energy.For a split second, Luciano stiffened. He hadn't expected her to surrender so easily, but he didn't break the contact. He deepened the kiss, drinking her in.When he finally pulled back, he found Rosa smili

“Why would I spy on you?” he asked flatly.Rosa wanted to scream in his face, to call him out for his blatant lie. He had admitted himself yesterday that he had a man following her, and now he was brazenly walking back his own confession?“There is no way you just happen to know where I am and show up at the exact same time,” she challenged, her voice steady despite their proximity.Luciano narrowed his intense gaze at her. “I have that man there to protect you, not to spy on you.”“They are exactly the same thing,” she insisted, pulling back as much as he’d allow and finally dropping her hand from his face. She tried to jerk her head away, but his grip on her hair remained firm, anchoring her in place.“He reports every move I make to you, doesn't he?” she pressed firmly.It was an absurd, charged situation—here she was, demanding her independence while still draped across his lap. Their bodies were pressed together so tightly she could feel every rise and fall of his chest, and catch

 “What secret?” she let out a humorless laugh. “I’m not some rich heiress or a girl born with a silver spoon. Not a socialite with a hidden life.”She shrugged carelessly.Luciano frowned, his expression turning serious. His intense blue gaze pinned her in place, demanding the truth without a single word.“Yeah… I do have a secret,” she admitted.His eyes darkened, curiosity sharpening into something more dangerous.Rosa held his gaze and delivered the blow calmly—“That I used to take money for sex.”She played her card, knowing it would work on Luciano&md