All Chapters of Betrayed, Then Claimed by the Mafia King (18+): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Carter Ricci_______I watch her nod, finally standing up and heading toward the bathroom. A slow smile spreads across my face as she walks away, her hips swaying just enough to make my pulse quicken. I bite my lip, feeling the anticipation building. “Take your time, princess,” I call after her, knowing it’s going to be a long night, full of revenge, jealousy, and watching her make Vincent burn.I turn back to the mirror, adjusting my cufflinks as I prepare. A while later, she walks down the stairs, the black gown I gave her hugging her body in all the right places. It highlights her soft, pinkish skin and small frame while maintaining modest elegance. Her hair is tied in a messy bun, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. The red gloss on her lips only enhances her softness. She looks angelic, her innocence clashing with the allure of the gown. My breath catches in my throat. I can already imagine every man at the gala turning their heads, but one reaction matters more than the re

Lyla Rose_______I watch the scene unfold, a strange mix of satisfaction and unease stirring within me. It feels good to watch men fight over me, to see them rip each other apart, their fists clashing with such raw intensity. But underneath that satisfaction, there's a flicker of discomfort, a gnawing sense of guilt mixed with something darker, something I can’t quite place. I’m not sure if it's the power I feel over them or the shameful pleasure that comes with watching Vincent get beaten up by Carter, but I’m too wrapped up in the moment to care.Every punch Carter lands on Vincent’s face sends a strange, electric thrill through me, but it’s not just the violence that excites me. It’s the way Carter’s fury is so tangible, so possessive, like he’s claiming me with each brutal blow. Watching Vincent, my ex-husband, on the ground, vulnerable and helpless beneath Carter’s weight, feels like a twisted kind of justice. It feels like payback for all the times he discarded me, for the way

Lyla Rose_______Hours later, the sun shines brighter, and I slowly open my eyes, blinking against the light. My heart skips a beat when I realize I’m wrapped around Carter in his bed. His strong arm is draped over my waist, his chest pressed against my back. I frown, my mind foggy, trying to piece together how I ended up here. I don’t understand why he's sleeping with me in the same bed.Carter feels my stir against him, his hold tightening as he pulls me closer. He nuzzles into my hair, his voice thick with sleep and warmth. “Morning, principessa. Like what you see?”His chest is bare beneath my back, and I can feel the heat radiating from him. He's only wearing low-slung pajama pants that ride up his thighs, his body warm against mine.I try to pull away, my voice barely a whisper, “You... can't sleep with me.” I murmur, trying to get up, but my limbs feel heavy.Carter’s grip tightens, pulling me back down, his chest pressing against my back as he softly growls, still half-asleep

Lyla Rose_______After my shower, I feel a little lighter, a little more like myself, even though the weight of the day is still pressing on me. I slip on a simple white top and a black skirt, trying to keep things uncomplicated. The soft fabric feels familiar against my skin, the mundane routine of getting dressed grounding me in something that feels normal, even if nothing about my life is normal anymore.I make my way downstairs for breakfast, the smell of fresh coffee and eggs filling the air. Carter’s already there, sitting at the kitchen island, looking effortlessly confident as always. He doesn’t seem to notice me right away, but I can feel his eyes on me as I sit down across from him. We eat in silence, the only sound the clink of cutlery and the hum of the morning.After breakfast, he takes me to his firm. I sit quietly in the meeting room, my mind wandering as I watch him talk business with his colleagues. His voice is steady, authoritative, like he was born to command atte

Carter Ricci_________Later at night, I return from the business party alone. My usual confident demeanour is replaced with a subtle unease, the weight of the night pressing on me. I should have stayed with her, I think, but the business had to come first. I needed to show my face, keep up the façade, but now, as I walk through the door, that unease thickens into something darker.I enter the bedroom quietly, expecting to find Rose asleep, the kind of peaceful sleep I promised her. Instead, I find her sitting on the edge of the bed, her face flushed, her legs shifting nervously beneath her. What the hell?“Rose?” I ask, my voice soft, yet laced with concern. I step closer, noticing how she keeps moving, like she can’t get comfortable, can’t settle down. “Are you okay?”She looks up at me, her eyes wide and a little dazed. Her lips part, but it's like the words get stuck in her throat. “I injected th...e sleep... aid,” she says, her voice small, innocent, and childlike, as she points