Semua Bab Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Rosa didn’t say a word.It was known across the world that Luciano Mancini was rumored to be the Italian Don—but there was never any proof, nor was it ever made official. He owned countless legitimate businesses, charity organizations for noble causes, schools, and hospitals that served people for free, all carefully crafted to keep his image spotless. No one had ever been able to touch him.But she couldn’t hide it anymore that Luciano Mancini—the billionaire tycoon, the wealthiest man in the country—was her ex-husband.The way he had dragged her away with him the previous night, after threatening Dr. DeLuca, had already answered everything the doctor needed to know about the nature of their relationship.Her silence stretched between them.Dr. DeLuca let out a slow breath, shook his head, and stood up. He walked around the desk and stopped in front of her, studying her face as if trying to make sense of a puzzle.“He’s rich and powerful,” he said carefully. “Then why… why can’t he pr

As Rosa hurried out of the building, her vision blurred—her tears spilling before she could even take a breath. And as if the sky itself felt her despair, the clouds opened, rain pouring down in heavy sheets, weeping with the mother who refused to stop fighting… even when she had no strength left.She walked down the wet road without direction, her clothes drenched, her hair plastered to her face, cold rain hitting her skin like needles. The sky had turned a deep, bruised gray, and only a few streetlights flickered weakly along the empty road. Most people had already rushed home, leaving the streets deserted except for passing cars cutting through the storm.After a few more steps, Rosa’s strength finally snapped under the crushing weight of her pain. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the cold, water-soaked ground. Tears streamed freely, mixing with rain as she tilted her head back and screamed into the storm.“Why? Why? WHY?!”Her voice cracked, swallowed by thunder.Then her

Rosa went straight to the bathroom, still shivering from being drenched in the cold rain. She took a warm shower, letting the heat comfort her chilled skin, then quickly got dressed to leave for the hospital. Her heart was still in panic, and her only calm was Renzo—her angel, the light of hope who gave her strength to fight back. Desperate to see her son, she rushed to board a bus and reach the hospital.She sent Lucy home, insisting she get some rest, and stayed with Renzo the whole night. Renzo slept better with his mother beside him, but Rosa barely slept at all. Watching her son wince in pain had been one of the hardest moments of her life.And it made her resolve even stronger. She had to arrange the money. She had to get pregnant by Renzo’s biological father so the newborn’s cord-blood stem cells could save her son. Lucy returned in the morning with a small breakfast packed for her. Rosa was feeding Renzo his doctor-prescribed meal when Lucy arrived, so she waited quietly until

Yes, Laura had always been unkind—sharp-tongued, jealous, and possessive—but this level of hatred, and showing it so openly in public, was unexpected. Rosa wasn’t Luciano’s wife anymore. Laura was the one marrying him next month. So why did she still sound threatened? Why was she still this vicious?But in the very next moment, Laura’s smile twisted into something darker, evil, vicious—something almost triumphant. Before Rosa could understand what was happening, Laura’s hand shot forward and slipped straight into the breast pocket of Rosa’s shirt.“Why are you hiding that piece in your clothes?” Laura screamed suddenly, her voice sharp and loud enough to slice through the entire store.Every head turned.Customers, staff—everyone stopped.Rosa froze, startled, completely blindsided.And then Laura yanked her hand back out of Rosa’s pocket, holding up the jewelry piece for the whole store to see, her face arranged into the perfect expression of shock.“Oh my God, Rosa!” she gasped dra

The car stopped beside her, and she startled when the door was suddenly flung open. Her instincts kicked in, and before she could run, a deep voice rumbled, “Get in.”Rosa blinked, glancing at the open door and then at him. He had removed his coat, loosened his tie, and rolled the sleeves of his white shirt up to his elbows. A half-burnt cigarette was clenched between his fingers, smoke filling the car as he took a slow drag and exhaled, watching her.She didn’t even bother to answer.She turned and started walking again.His jaw clenched. Luciano Mancini was not used to defiance.He shot a look at the driver through the rearview mirror. The engine started at once, the car rolling forward before stopping beside her again.“I said get in,” he growled. “Or I’ll make you.”The warning in his voice sent a shiver down Rosa’s spine. She knew better than to anger the mafia king. With a quiet sigh, she stepped inside and shut the door, keeping as much distance between them as the seat allowed