All Chapters of Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

“Yeah, but didn’t you ask for the details? Like what kind of business, where he went, or what the outcome of the trip was?” Lucy pressed, refusing to let the subject drop. Rosa’s brow furrowed deeper as she shook her head again. “No. Why would I ask for details like that? It’s not as if I care whether he’s around or not. Honestly, it was a relief to be without him for a week. At least I could live freely without anyone bothering Renzo and me.” “Did he really bother you that much?” Lucy questioned, her eyes widening as she lifted both of her brows in pure skepticism. Rosa fixed her with a sharp, calculating gaze. She was starting to get highly suspicious of why Lucy was suddenly asking so many pointed questions about Luciano. “As if you don’t know exactly how much he bothers me?” Rosa countered. “Oh, right. Yeah!” Lucy giggled awkwardly, tucking a stray strand of her loose curls behind her ear. Of course, she knew. Rosa regularly dumped all her frustrations about her ex-husband on

Luciano exhaled sharply, a dangerous tension rolling off his shoulders. He glanced briefly over at Luca and Reid, who were standing frozen in absolute shock. They had never seen Rosa speak to the Don with such unbridled defiance. In fact, no one in the underworld—or the entire country—had ever dared to raise their voice to Luciano Mancini like that and lived to tell the tale.“Rosie, they are my kids too, and I wouldn’t settle for anything less than the best for them,” Luciano said. Then, his voice dropped into a low, controlled warning. “We will talk about this later. Let’s eat first, as dinner is ready.”He tried to brush past her, eager to end this discussion and return to the kitchen.“No, Luciano, I am not done yet,” Rosa hissed, stepping directly into his path and forcing him to look at her. “You said you wouldn't stop me and would let me go when the time came. Then what is this? Why are you pressuring my children to carry forward your legacy?”Luciano took a deep breath, his che

“As I remember, I already signed the divorce papers five years ago.” She narrowed her eyes. “And if you think you can make me sign away custody of my son, it is never going to happen.” Her voice and expression were sharp.Luciano sighed, running a hand through his hair. “No. These aren’t divorce papers.” She couldn’t feel it, but his voice was utterly full of regret. “They’re for transferring seventy-five percent of my company shares into your name.”Rosa’s eyebrows shot up, and her eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly composed herself. “Wow,” she murmured to herself with a soundless laugh of mockery. There was a time she was forced to leave without a single penny, and here he was offering his fortune. But now she didn't need anything from him. “I didn’t know…” she murmured, looking up at him. She tried to lace her voice with a sultry, teasing edge, but the sheer venom completely bled through her tone. “…that you enjoy me so much in your bed that you decided to make me a billiona

After dinner, Renzo padded into the living room and tugged on his father’s sleeve. “Daddy, are you gonna give me a bath tonight?” He was looking forward to splashing around like they had the other day, but Luciano hesitated, his expression tightening.“No, Renzo. Let Mommy handle bath time tonight. It’s getting late.”Renzo’s face instantly fell, his eyes darting to the floor.“Daddy, please?” he pouted, his voice dropping into a dejected whine. “I want to play in the bathtub like last time, and that bubble bomb was so fun. I liked how that duck came out of it.”Luciano let out a heavy sigh before kneeling down to kiss the top of the boy’s head. “Please, little man. Not tonight. I promise we’ll do it another day, okay?”Before Renzo could protest any further, Luciano stood up and walked out of the room.Rosa, who was loading the dishes into the dishwasher, watched the exchange from the kitchen, a small frown creasing her forehead. She shrugged it off initially—Luciano had always been

“Yeah, piccola,” Luciano murmured.He slowly wrapped his fingers around her wrists, pulling her even closer to where he sat. Then, keeping his grip gentle, he wound his arms around her tiny waist and pressed his face directly against her stomach. “I’m in pain. And I need you to make it go away.”Rosa’s heart skipped a heavy beat. His proximity had always affected her, but this… this vulnerable demand for relief from her was entirely different. He had never broken down like this before. Without overthinking it, she wrapped her arms around his head and held him tight against her. Letting out a long, shaky exhale, she leaned down, resting her face against the top of his head.“Then why didn't you tell me you were in the hospital?” she murmured softly, her heart aching with desperation to take all his pain away. She took a deep breath, releasing it with a shuddering exhale as her grip tightened on him. “If I’d known... I would’ve been right there, taking care of you.” “Would you?” he aske