All Chapters of Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Luciano stared at her in pure disbelief. The woman who had just claimed to care about his child was already plotting to tear that child away from his mother.“No, Mother. She isn’t scheming or playing tricks. You are,” he spat, his voice like a whip.“You... you are accusing me? Your own mother? For that... woman?” Francesca chose her words carefully, remembering Luciano’s earlier warning, but her hatred could no longer be contained. “You cannot keep her in your home. You are marrying Laura in a few days. She will raise your son properly—not that piece of trash.”“Mother!” Luciano growled, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. For the first time, Francesca’s mask shattered, her face showing nothing but pure, unadulterated terror.Sensing the mounting tension, Laura interrupted in a desperate attempt to shield Francesca from Luciano’s wrath. She stepped forward, a desperate smile plastered on her face. “Yes, Luciano, Francesca is right. I will take care of your son. I will raise him as

“Luciano!” Laura called out, running in her five-inch heels to catch up with his long strides. “Luciano!” He heard her but didn’t stop. He reached his car and pulled the door open, ready to slide into the driver’s seat. Breathless and desperate, Laura called out again, “Please, listen to me!”He inhaled and exhaled in sharp frustration, his hand lingering on the car handle before he snapped, turning toward her. “Don’t even try, Laura. Because no matter what you say, I won’t change my mind.”“No, you’ve got me wrong,” she panted, still catching her breath from the run. “I’m here to talk to you... to help you.”“Help me?” He slammed the car door shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet afternoon. He raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with skepticism. “How?”“You said,” she started, stepping closer now, her pace slowing to a deliberate crawl. “That Rosa is upset with you because of what Francesca did.” She cleverly placed all the blame on Francesca, seizing the opportunity t

Reid didn’t have to work hard to find where Luciano had gone. He already knew the Don’s habits; he knew exactly where Luciano used to go when he wanted to think or clear his mind. He headed straight to one of the premier clubs owned by the Italian Don.Inside, Luciano was tucked into a dark corner where no one was permitted to approach. The crowd pulsated on the opposite side of the room, kept at a distance by a line of stone-faced bouncers. They stood like a wall, silently diverting anyone who accidentally wandered too close to the Don’s sanctuary.Reid shook his head, his boots thudding against the floor as he strode toward his best friend. The bouncers stepped aside immediately; they knew him well. As Luciano’s partner in these clubs and his most trusted ally, Reid was one of the few who could cross that line. After all, the Mancini empire spanned across so many businesses and domains that Luciano always required his most loyal circle to keep the gears turning.“Hey, Boss,” Reid sa

Then he remembered how it had irritated him back then, knowing she had a crush on him. She had been so thin and petite, looking even younger than her age, nothing like the confident woman now sitting in front of him.At twenty-two, Luciano had never been interested in a plain, nerdy teenager like her. Whenever Rosa fumbled over her words or grew nervous in his presence—especially when he stood or sat close—it only irritated him more.But everything changed two years later, after her grandfather passed away. Luciano’s own grandfather had insisted that he marry Rosa, to keep her safe within their family—to ensure she would always be protected and cared for. Luciano had hated that day. Even on their wedding day, he’d walked away right after the formalities, not staying for dinner or the couple’s first dance.Though their marriage had lasted only six months, Luciano had never truly lived in the same house with her. He avoided coming home, always finding an excuse to be away on business tri

The next morning, Rosa’s eyes fluttered open to the soft buzzing of her phone alarm. She tried to lift herself to silence it, but she was trapped. Her body was pinned against the mattress by the massive, heavy weight of her ex-husband.Luciano had played her perfectly last night. He had reminded her of her promise—that she wouldn't stop him from being with their children. He had claimed he only wanted to "cuddle his little princess," and had spent the entire night holding Rosa in a possessive grip. His hands had never left her stomach, his palms tracing slow, rhythmic circles over her skin as if he were already bonding with his daughter.Rosa had planned to slide out of his arms the moment he fell asleep, but her plan had failed. Instead, she had been the first to drift off, sleeping more soundly than she had in months.She slowly turned her head and looked at the sleeping devil. If she hadn't experienced the wreckage he had made of her life first-hand, she wouldn't have believed that