All Chapters of Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

After Dr. De Luca refused to speak with Rosa, she sent Lucy into his office. He remained indifferent, speaking to Lucy with professional detachment as he explained the medication schedule and the necessary follow-up appointments.Finally, they returned home. Renzo was ecstatic to be there; even though it was just a small studio apartment and he had barely spent any time in it before his chemo began, it felt like his true sanctuary. It didn't smell like the sharp chemicals of the hospital; it smelled like his mother—warm, familiar, and full of love.Rosa had carefully laid out all his favorite toys to welcome him, and his eyes lit up at the sight of them. After he finished his favorite breakfast, Lucy made a large pot of pasta for lunch, the steam filling the room with a sense of normalcy they hadn't felt in weeks. Once the meal was finished, Rosa tucked Renzo into bed for his afternoon nap, knowing his small body still desperately needed the rest to recover from the treatment.Rosa an

After hearing Rosa’s name fall from Reid’s lips, Luciano scanned the surroundings with his sharp, eagle eyes. He searched every face in the shop, but he didn't find anyone familiar. He turned to Reid, his brow furrowed in a dark, dangerous scowl.“What did you say?” Luciano demanded.“Nothing,” Reid replied, shaking his head quickly.Reid’s heart was conflicted. He had glimpsed Rosa, but he’d also seen the terror in her eyes as she ducked out of sight. Remembering how harsh Luciano had been to her at the club, Reid decided right then that he wouldn't be the one to hand her over to the lion. He wouldn't let Luciano break her again. “I... I thought I saw someone I knew,” Reid lied, shaking his head. “I was mistaken.”Luciano’s mood darkened instantly. The rare spark of light from the car ride vanished, replaced by his usual cold shadows. He turned on his heels, heading for the exit just as quickly as he had entered.“Let’s go,” he mumbled, his voice like grinding stones. “I don’t need a

Rosa glanced at the time on her phone after ending the call, then grabbed her bag. She told her manager she had to leave five minutes early due to an emergency, and he agreed. She quickly changed out of her uniform and back into the black knee-length dress she had worn that morning. Without wasting another second, she hurried out of the café. On any other day, she would have taken the bus to save money, but today, there was no time to wait. She flagged down the first taxi she could find and gave the driver the hotel’s address with breathless urgency.On the way, she texted Lucy to say she would be late, explaining where she was going and why. The reply came back quickly: ‘Okay, don’t worry about Renzo, he’s doing great.’Knowing Renzo was safe allowed Rosa to relax on that front, finally. Now, the only thought in her mind was what information Nicholas could possibly have for her.The city blurred past the window as her heart thudded even faster than the taxi’s meter. She kept glanci

Rosa drifted into a deep sleep following their passionate sex, but rest eluded Luciano. His gaze remained fixed on her, his eyes refusing to blink even for a moment. Since she was facing away from him, he propped himself up on one arm to catch a clearer glimpse of her features.A few stray strands of hair veiled her face, an obstruction that sparked a flicker of irritation in him. Gently, he swept the hair aside to study her more intently. She looked utterly exhausted; traces of perspiration still clung to her forehead, and her eyes were pressed shut with a heaviness that suggested she hadn't known a peaceful night's sleep in quite some time.Driven by an impulse he couldn't quite name, he drew her securely into his arms. She instinctively clung to him in her sleep. The way her body reacted to his touch—and the immediate smoothing of her breath—brought an unexpected sense of contentment to his heart. Leaning down, he pressed a light kiss to her cheek, watching as she took a deep, stead

With a pounding heart, Rosa stepped out of the room and descended the stairs. Below, in the center of the living room, stood Luciano’s mother, Francesca, and Laura, facing him. The moment they caught sight of Rosa on the staircase, their expressions froze, their mouths dropping open in pure shock.“What is she doing here?” his mother demanded, her eyes narrowing with a look of visceral disgust.Rosa swallowed hard, the old, familiar sting of rejection returning. She remembered vividly how the woman had hated her—how she had never once accepted Rosa as her daughter-in-law. In the past, Rosa had endured it all: the hatred, the verbal lashes, even the physical abuse. She had stayed for the sake of her marriage, clinging to the fading hope that one day, things would change. But that day never came. Now, she stood there, finally accepting the cruel truth: life was never fair, and people never truly changed.“Mother, I’m finished discussing the wedding arrangements. Keep your plans to yours