All Chapters of Betrayed, Then Claimed by the Mafia King (18+): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Carter Ricci__________I watch as Rose drops her head, the silence between us crushing, suffocating. The proud woman who mocked my mother and kissed me like she owned me now looks like a shattered doll, vulnerable and broken. My jaw clenches as I fight every urge to pull her into my arms and comfort her. But she doesn’t deserve comfort. Not right now.“You know what hurts the most?” I whisper, my voice low and rough, struggling to keep control. “I was ready to give you everything.”She looks up at me, but I can see the hesitation, the weight of the lies she's told, the betrayal still hanging in the air.“I will marry you, Carter,” she says, her voice soft but filled with doubt. “But not now. I just need some time. I promise.” She looks at me like she’s begging for forgiveness, and in that moment, I feel my heart break all over again.No. I can't let her do this. I can't let her think she can come back from this.“No,” I say firmly, taking a step back, my voice colder than I intended.

Carter Ricci_________She takes a seat on the luxurious lie-flat seat, settling into the plush leather as she looks around at the sleek, modern aircraft. The opulence of the surroundings seems to captivate her. I watch her, a proud smile tugging at my lips.“Like it?” I ask, settling beside her. I lean in close, my hand slipping to her thigh, squeezing gently. “There are two private bedrooms at the back, one for us.”She looks at me, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Is there anything more?”I smirk at her, my hand sliding higher up her thigh. “Anything more? Oh, plenty.” I lean in closer, my breath warm against her ear. “There's a jacuzzi, a fully stocked bar, a chef’s kitchen... and,” I pause, dragging it out for effect, “a very comfortable master bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean.”She smiles, obviously enjoying my response.As the jet begins its ascent, I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her against me. “And the best part?” I whisper against her neck. “

Lyla Rose________Once we land in Bali at Carter's private beach house and villa, exhaustion takes over. I drift off to sleep on the bed, the soft sheets enveloping me in a much-needed rest.When I finally wake, hours have passed. I slip on a fresh top and pants, feeling the weight of the day on me, and head out to search for Carter. The private island is vast, and I feel small against the backdrop of it all. Eventually, I find him on the beach, standing near a table set up with roses scattered around, dinner laid out. But it's not just the setup that catches my attention. A woman is standing with him, dressed in all black, her presence sharp and serious. She looks like something straight out of a spy movie.Carter stands with his back to me, deep in conversation with the woman. She's tall, slender, and carries herself with an air of dangerous sophistication, like she could take down a room with just a glance. As I approach, he turns slightly, and she leans in close, whispering somet

Carter Ricci__________She stands, then lowers herself onto my lap, her small frame fitting perfectly against my body. My breath hitches as I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. I can't help but laugh softly at her playful grin. “Only if you help digest it later,” she says, her voice teasing, sending a spark of desire through me.“Deal,” I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her neck, the warmth of her skin against my lips making me dizzy with longing.She giggles softly before taking a bite, humming as she tastes the dessert. “It’s delicious,” she says, licking her lips, and I feel my pulse quicken at the innocent movement. I watch her closely, my body responding in ways I can't ignore.“Glad you like it,” I reply, my voice soft. I offer her another bite. “Open up, sweetheart,” I urge gently, a smile playing at my lips.She moans softly as she takes the bite, the sound of her pleasure making my pulse spike. I groan internally, my body reacting in a way I can’t hide.“You'

Lyla Rose________I wake up to the harsh light of morning, my body heavy with the remnants of sleep. I get up, heading to the shower to clear the fog in my mind. After, I slip on a black cotton crop top that hugs my body, accentuating my tight, perky breasts and exposing my soft, fair shoulders. I follow with a red velvet mini skirt, the fabric tight against my hips, showcasing my small, round ass and slender thighs. I tie my hair into a ponytail, the soft strands spilling over my pinkish neck, and apply lip gloss to my full lips, followed by a quick swipe of eyeliner over my blue eyes.I move downstairs, expecting Carter’s presence, but the villa is eerily quiet. No sounds of him, no echoes of his deep voice. The villa feels lifeless. I call his name as I walk through the halls, but there’s no answer.“Carter?” I step into the dining room, the breakfast table perfectly set, but still no sign of him. Frowning, I head outside to the beach and the surrounding forest, looking for him.T