All Chapters of Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Rosa shoved him in the chest. Though her strength was nowhere near enough to budge his massive frame, Luciano stepped back of his own accord. He was caught off guard by the raw agony etched into her features—a look of brokenness he wasn't accustomed to seeing on her face.Ignoring him, Rosa reached into the closet and snatched a knee-length dress—an old piece of her own wardrobe left behind five years ago when she was still Mrs. Mancini. Luciano pulled up his pants, watching her silently; his gaze was calculating as he tried to decipher the shift in her demeanor. She retreated into the bathroom to wash away the remnants of their encounter, closing the door with a sharp thud that signaled she was still upset. Left alone, Luciano’s eyes immediately fell on Rosa’s handbag.He remembered her frantic movements the night before in the hotel, tucking away papers in her handbag as if they were a life-altering secret. Driven by a dark curiosity, he reached for the bag and pulled out the folder

Rosa stared down at her hands, interlocking her fingers tightly on the table, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m at a loss, Lucy. I don’t even know where to begin. Even the briefing Nicholas gave me seems to be evaporating from my mind. Half of those convoluted legal terms were completely indecipherable to me.”“Hmm,” Lucy murmured, her expression turning contemplative. “Then first and foremost, you need to retain a seasoned attorney—someone who can navigate this labyrinth and advise you on the proper course of action. After all, contesting your father’s estate is going to be a protracted legal battle.”Rosa lifted her gaze, meeting her best friend’s eyes with a newfound flicker of resolve. “You’re right. We need to be methodical. My aunt and uncle aren't going to retreat quietly. Proving their claims are fraudulent will be arduous, but not impossible.”Lucy hesitated for a beat before offering a cautious suggestion. “Why don’t you ask your ex-husband for help?”“No!” Rosa’s head snappe

Rosa’s eyes fluttered open to a searing pain blooming across her cheek. Before she could even focus, her head still spinning from the sedative they had injected, another sharp slap landed on the other cheek. They came one after another, a relentless barrage. The repeated impacts acted like a brutal wake-up call, forcing the fog of the drugs to retreat.As her vision cleared, she realized the only reason she hadn't collapsed was the pair of hands bolstering her from behind, their grip tight on her upper arms to keep her propped up in her stupor. Her eyelids flickered, and she found Laura standing directly in front of her.“Wake up, you bitch!” Laura spat. She delivered a backhanded strike, and the sharp edge of her diamond ring sliced into Rosa’s soft flesh. A thin trail of crimson began oozing over her milky-white skin.“She’s coming to,” Francesca’s voice drifted in from the side. Rosa shifted her gaze to see her standing beside Laura, watching with cold indifference.“Oh, so you’re

Luciano placed her in the passenger seat and carefully tucked the seatbelt around her. Rosa sat perfectly still, unable to move, her body too frozen in shock to shift even an inch. He rounded the car, climbed into the driver’s seat, and fired the ignition. As they tore away, Rosa kept her eyes glued to the window, remaining hauntingly silent. Luciano kept his focus on the road, but his gaze flickered toward her at intervals, checking on her.After a while, Rosa took a deep, shaky breath and exhaled, as if finally coming to her senses. She turned to face her ex-husband. “Mr. Mancini, please stop the car.”Luciano didn't stop. He remained impassive, his face a mask of stone as if he hadn't heard a word.Rosa sighed and spoke again, her voice firmer this time. “Mr. Mancini, please. I want to go home and rest. Drop me here; I can make my own way back,” she insisted.“I am taking you to the hospital,” he replied curtly.His tone was ice-cold, as if he could read the thoughts racing through

“You can tell him you conducted the test and everything was normal,” she pleaded, her heart hammering against her ribs. She was praying he would agree with her.“It’s only a matter of a few minutes, and you won’t feel a thing,” he countered softly, his fear of lying to Luciano Mancini clearly outweighing her request. To him, lying to the most powerful man in the country felt like signing his own death warrant.Nearby, a Radiologic Technologist in scrubs stood waiting by the computer console. The Tech looked at the doctor, then at the pale woman in the wheelchair."The patient is ready for the Full-Body CT," the doctor said, though his voice was tight.The Technologist stepped forward with a clipboard. "Before we start, Miss, I need to go over the safety checklist. Are you wearing any metal? And..." He looked down at his forms. "...is there any chance you could be pregnant?"Rosa’s heart stopped. This was the moment. She looked at the Tech, then at the doctor. Rosa swallowed hard, her