All Chapters of Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex: Chapter 531 - Chapter 540

“Rosie, I’m sorry. But trust me, I didn’t know they were your parents. If I had known, I never would have taken that contract. And if it wasn’t my fault... would you be able to forgive me?” Luciano asked desperately, his hands trembling as he held hers, terrified that he was about to lose her again.Rosa gave him a small, sad smile and slowly shook her head.“I’m not angry with you, Luciano. And I know you would never intentionally hurt me. I’m just hurting because I miss my mother. I keep thinking about everything she must have gone through—the pain, the heartbreak, all of it.”Her voice trembled as she continued.“And I’m hurt knowing that my father had siblings who never cared about his support or the sacrifices he made for them. He spent money on their upbringing and continued supporting them financially, yet they still wanted to kill him and his wife for his wealth and business.”She swallowed hard, trying to hold back her tears.“They were only half-siblings, but they were still

“Good morning to you too, Rosa,” Samuele said with a deep yawn.Rosa suppressed a laugh. “What have I done now?”“Well, I just received the digital invitation to your wedding,” Rosa said, pretending to whine. “I expected a personal invitation from you, and then an insistence that I had to come to your wedding.”She heard a deep chuckle from the other end, followed by some rustling, as if he were sitting up in bed.“I accept my mistake, my lady, and I’m ready for my punishment,” he said in an amused tone.Rosa shook her head with a quiet laugh. “I need the full story. How did you and Bella end up deciding to get married? Who proposed first? And how did you settle on the date?”“Hold on, hold on,” he laughed.Rosa suddenly heard a sleepy female voice in the background asking who he was talking to.“Sorry, go back to sleep,” Samuele said softly. Then Rosa heard him add, “Wait a moment, Rosa.”There was some rustling, followed by the sound of his footsteps moving away.A moment later, he c

His fingers traced an agonizingly slow line up her inner thigh, brushing against her skin but stopping just short of where she needed him most."Or my fingers. Or my tongue."His teasing tone made Rosa’s breath hitch, her eyes fluttering shut. She shifted her hips, trying to close the gap between them, but he held her wrists firmly pinned above her head, keeping her right where he wanted her."Look at me, Rosie," he commanded, his thumb finally pressing into the soft fold through the wet fabric.Her eyes snapped open, dark with frustration and need. Luciano watched her face intently, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp before dragging his thumb back down, teasing her wet slit without giving her full relief."Tell me what you want," he said, his voice dropping an octave as his hips leaned in, letting her feel the heavy hardness of his cock pressed through his pants right against her thigh."Tell me, little temptress," he murmured. He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear

January arrived faster than expected, and Samuele and Bella’s wedding day followed in a flash.The hall buzzed with warm conversation as guests gathered to celebrate the renowned oncologist, but nobody wore a brighter smile than Samuele’s parents. As their youngest child—and the baby brother to two older sisters—his bachelor days had felt like an endless saga of gentle parental nagging. Seeing him finally exchange vows, especially with a woman they had embraced without a second thought as their own daughter—their joy was absolute.Up until the last moment, a quiet anxiety had lingered in Bella’s mind, a byproduct of a romance that felt like it had been set to fast-forward. Yet the moment she crossed the threshold into the room, every trace of doubt dissolved.Samuele stood at the altar, locked onto her from the moment she appeared. He didn't blink, glance at the crowd, or shift his stance—his universe narrowed down to the woman walking toward him. Tears glistened at the corners of his

Rosa gasped, stunned by her cousin’s reaction. “Come on, Laura. You just endured all that pain to bring him into the world. Look at him—he’s beautiful. Hold him. He’s your treasure.” Without even looking at the baby, Laura shook her head. “No. He isn’t mine. I only carried him and brought him into the world. My job is done.” She turned her gaze toward the nurse and pointed a trembling finger at Rosa. “She’s his mother. Give him to her.” The nurse hesitated, glancing between Laura and Rosa. Rosa immediately held out her arms, and the nurse carefully placed the newborn in them. Rosa looked down at the tiny face, and her heart clenched. There was something about him that reminded her of Reid—a familiar little feature that made her eyes fill with tears. She bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before reluctantly handing him back to the nurse, who carried him away for his vital checks. Rosa turned back to Laura. Laura lay there with an almost frightening emptiness