All Chapters of Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

That evening, Samuele sat alone at the bar, drowning himself in whiskey, trying to forget everything—everything he had dreamed of, everything he had felt for the one woman who was now leaving the country, unsure if he would ever see her again… or never at all.He downed another shot and signaled the bartender for one more.The image wouldn’t leave him—Rosa walking out of his office with Renzo, not even looking back.Was his love not enough to make her stay? Or had the scars from her past cut so deep that she could never bring herself to trust again?He clenched his jaw.The fault lay with her ex-husband. The way that man had treated her—Samuele had seen it, witnessed it far too many times. He could only imagine how much worse it must have been when they were married. Whatever had happened between them, whatever had led to the divorce, Samuele didn’t know the full story.But in his heart, he was certain of one thing—It had to be Luciano’s fault.Because Rosa… she had been nothing but

Samuele had woken up with a heavy head, the dull ache of a hangover lingering from the night before. But as he stood under the shower, letting the water wash away the haze, his thoughts cleared—reality hit him with more force than the water: Rosa was leaving tomorrow.And after that… he might never see her again.Driven by a sudden, frantic impulse, he reached for his phone and dialed her number. When she picked up, he didn't bother with pleasantries. He asked to see her, but Rosa’s voice was a wall of flint.“Doctor, I have too much to settle before my flight,” she replied sternly. “I can’t come.”The rejection stung more than it should have, and the pain in his chest intensified.No matter how many times she turned him away, he couldn’t stop himself from hoping—that maybe, just once, she would look at him differently… that she might return even a fraction of what he felt for her.He stayed silent for a moment, the weight in his chest growing unbearable.Then, before he could stop h

Rosa’s breath hitched, her mind spinning into a blur. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words died in her throat. She had expected him to try one last time to win her over or ask for a chance to pursue her before she was gone for good... but marriage? She had never imagined he was this serious.Oh God, what do I do? Her mind screamed. Is life actually giving me a second chance? Where would I ever find a man like him again? The questions raced through her head, a frantic internal debate between her fear and the beautiful reality standing right in front of her.When she remained silent, Samuele rose from his seat. His expression was painfully earnest as he stepped closer. Then, in a move that made Rosa gasp and press her trembling hands to her mouth, he dropped to one knee. He pulled out a small velvet box and held it out to her. As he clicked it open, a beautiful diamond ring caught the light inside.“Please, Rosa,” he whispered, his eyes searching hers. “Say yes. Make me the lucki

Rosa was amused by his sudden burst of excitement. She chuckled soundlessly, shaking her head. “Hold on, hold on,” she said softly. “You’re moving too fast, Samuele.”He rubbed the back of his nape, looking momentarily flustered. “Sorry, I was just...” He trailed off with a small, sheepish laugh as the servers began laying the dishes on the table.Once they were alone again, the playful atmosphere vanished. Samuele leaned forward and took her hand once more, his fingers tracing the ring he had just placed on her finger. But the ring on her finger was not enough to quiet the fear in his chest. “Rosa... you won’t leave now, right?” He was terrified that she had accepted his proposal but hadn't actually agreed to stay.“Samuele,” Rosa started, her fork moving through the lasagna mindlessly. “I have to leave.”“But why?” The worry etched into his face was deep and painful to see.Rosa sighed, still conflicted over what to reveal and what to hide. “I just can’t stay here. Not in this city.

Lucy saw Rosa’s face, which had gone pale with a primal, bloodless fear. Though Lucy wasn't a mother, she was beginning to understand the ferocity of the bond. She had watched Rosa fight a fatal illness alongside her son, intending to defeat a brutal disease through sheer will, and now she saw that same protective fire directed at the door.“Don’t worry. I’ll get it,” Lucy said with firm assurance, her voice a steady anchor.Rosa didn't move. She clutched Renzo tightly in her arms, her body a human shield, braced for whoever stood on the other side. When the door finally swung open, Lucy’s expression flickered with surprise, followed quickly by a wave of visible relief. She opened the door wide, and Samuele stepped into the foyer.Rosa finally released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her lungs burned as the oxygen returned. She let go of Renzo, who was starting to squirm, clearly annoyed by his mother’s frantic behavior.But as the boy looked up and saw his doctor stan