Lahat ng Kabanata ng Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

The commotion had saturated the air outside the restaurant, and now the noise finally caught Rosa’s attention.She turned toward the window, her brows knitting together. “What’s going on out there?” she asked, rising slightly from her seat to get a better look.Luciano followed her gaze for a brief second before shaking his head, his expression deliberately calm. “Nothing you need to worry about,” he said lightly. “There are always a few protesters making noise in public places. It’s probably just that.”He tried to brush it off, hoping to distract her, but his mind was far from at ease.The call he had received earlier was from Reid, who had warned him about the sensational headlines flooding the news after the highly controversial trial—Bellinis vs. Bellinis.According to Reid, the media had erupted the moment the verdict made waves. The paparazzi were in a frenzy, desperate for a glimpse of Rosa. She was suddenly the story everyone wanted. That was exactly why Luciano had acted

Luciano was at her side in an instant, gathering her hair as it fell over her face while she vomited. One hand held her hair back, the other moved gently along her back, trying to comfort her.There was no sign of embarrassment or irritation—no trace of insult that she’d been sick in the middle of his kiss.When the retching finally stopped, Rosa slowly straightened, one hand still clutching her stomach as her body trembled from the strain.“Are you okay, baby?” he asked, his voice low and deep, laced with concern.She nodded, her breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps.“Hold on,” he said softly before letting go. He quickly moved to his car, grabbed a bottle of water, and twisted it open before offering it to her. “Here—have some water.”She took it, looking at him with tear-filled eyes, the aftereffects of vomiting still clinging to her as her lashes remained damp.She rinsed her mouth three times before finally taking a small sip of water. But as her gaze dropped, she noticed the mes

The employees weren't just sulking; they were actively tearing the office apart, shredding documents, and sweeping folders off desks. Seeing the destruction, Rosa’s fury snapped, burning through her exhaustion.“Stop it!” she commanded, her voice ringing out with an icy, authoritative edge. “Why are you all standing around causing a nuisance? Is this what the company pays you for?”The group turned toward her as one, but they showed no intention of stopping. A woman who seemed to be the leader of this small, chaotic gang stepped forward, clutching a folder of contracts like a weapon.“We don’t accept you as the owner! You’re a fraud! A liar!” The woman shouted, even though Rosa didn’t yet know her name or her position in the company. “We want Alberto and Rita back. They are the real owners! Just get out of here—you don’t belong at Prose and Stanza.”Rosa forced herself to breathe, trying to calm herself. “This publishing house belonged to my father. It is the result of his hard work—hi

After a while, Rosa sat on the bathroom floor, the test stick clutched tightly in her hand. Outside, Lucy paced anxiously, her footsteps restless against the tiles.Finally, the door opened.Rosa stepped out.Lucy’s eyes locked onto her instantly as she rushed forward. “What happened?” she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and hope.Rosa nodded, her lips pressed together as if the words refused to come out. A strange warmth spread through her chest—her heart, so heavy for days, now felt… full. At peace.“Yeah?” Lucy pressed, her eyes widening, hope flickering brighter.Slowly, Rosa lifted her hand and showed her the test.

“But didn’t you say he doesn’t care?” Lucy countered lightly, even though fear still lingered in her heart at the thought of that cruel Italian Don. “Then why would he even want to know anything about you after you leave?”Rosa bit her lower lip, hesitating and unsure.Lucy watched her for a moment, then her expression softened. She knew this wasn’t something to be taken lightly—not with a man like him. Still, she tried to ease the tension.“Don’t worry, Rosie,” she said, a playful note slipping into her voice—she knew that’s what Luciano used to call her, and she hoped it might lighten the heavy air between them.“I’ll find a way to send you money, and he’ll never know.” This time, Lucy’s tone was serious—steady with quiet confidence.“Lucy, don’t take this lightly,” Rosa said, her voice hardening. “No matter what happens, he must never find out where I’ll be.”She knew she was being selfish. But she had come this far with one purpose, and if protecting her children meant being selfis