All Chapters of Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex: Chapter 501 - Chapter 510

When Samuele left Mancini Manor, he went straight to the hospital.It was far too early for his first morning rounds—so early that even the shift nurse who usually assisted him hadn’t arrived on the ward yet. But he didn't care. All he cared about was seeing the face he had yearned for all morning: Dr. Bella.He texted her, and she replied that she was still at the doctors' quarters, arriving in five minutes.Five minutes later, he texted again. She replied that she was in the locker room and would be in his office in five minutes.When another five minutes passed, and she still hadn't shown up, he decided to look for her himself.As he reached the doctors' locker room, a junior resident was just leaving. "Good morning, Dr. DeLuca," the doctor greeted him respectfully."Good morning," Samuele replied in his deep, cool voice, without slowing his pace for a second.He stepped inside, only to stop dead in his tracks.Bella was leaning against her locker, a soft smile on her face and her p

Bella paced around Samuele’s office, her mind spinning with scandalous thoughts. She imagined pushing him past his limits—seducing him until all his professional composure cracked, and he took her virginity right there on his desk while she gasped his name. God, she was losing her mind.An amused giggle escaped her into the quiet room. She slid into Samuel’s high-backed executive chair, resting her head against the cool leather and closing her eyes. She leaned back, picturing his heavy arms wrapping around her, holding her tight against his chest.The sharp click of the door latch snapped her back to reality.Her eyes flew open. Samuel stood in the doorway, a dark, unmistakable intensity burning in his gaze. Without breaking eye contact, he pushed the door fully shut and turned the lock. The soft turn of the deadbolt echoed through the silent room before he began walking toward her with slow, deliberate steps.Bella’s heart hammered against her ribs. She stood up from the chair, risin

Bella couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry.He had said he loved her, but to Samuele, love wasn't just a feeling. It was a choice. A commitment.She wasn't naïve. She knew agreeing to marry him was a gamble.But in a world filled with men who never thought twice before betraying their partners, here stood a man who was determined to give all his love—and himself—to the one woman he married.He had even saved himself for her… and he wanted her to be that woman.Maybe... she could take that risk."Okay, Samuele."A smile spread across his face. Just hearing her say his first name felt like a victory."I'm convinced about the marriage," she continued, taking a nervous breath. "But the children..."His smile softened as he waited for her to finish."I do want kids someday," she admitted. "Just... not now." She glanced away before looking back at him. "You know how demanding our profession is. Right now, my career is my priority, and I want to focus on becoming the best doctor I can be."

"When Reid died... the timers on those shell companies ran out," he explained. "The harbormaster in Greece panicked without Reid holding his leash and flagged our containers to clear his own name. The paper trail broke, triggering automatic tax alerts in Athens, which tipped off the feds in New York. On top of that, Reid used to manually rotate our shipping routes every single month. Since he's been gone, we've been using the exact same routes..."Luciano’s eyes narrowed into dark, razor-sharp slits. "So we're still running the same routes. Which means anyone paying attention has had enough time to map our entire network.""Boss..." Tito offered carefully from down the table. "Reid kept the blueprint of this operation in his head. After his death, everyone inherited disjointed pieces of his work, but no one knew the whole system. We tried to step into his shoes, but... someone made a fatal miscalculation."Silence settled over the room like lead. Luciano didn't snap. He didn't yell. In

Rosa guided Laura to a guest room on the ground floor—deliberately selecting one as far away as possible from her and Luciano’s primary suite upstairs. Giving Laura a polite instruction to get cleaned up and join them at the breakfast table, Rosa excused herself.The moment she turned her back, her heart was thumping violently against her ribs. She had maintained a mask of absolute composure downstairs, showing nothing to either Laura or Luciano, but behind that calm exterior, her instincts were on high alert.She trusted her husband completely. It was Laura she couldn't trust—never had, and never would. The woman had been vicious and toxic since their childhood. Rosa understood very well that the house fire was no accident, nor was Laura’s sudden arrival under their roof coincidental. But she had no intention of burdening Luciano with her suspicions just yet. She was fully capable of handling her wicked cousin herself. She was no longer the pushover girl who sacrificed her own happine