All Chapters of Betrayed, Then Claimed by the Mafia King (18+): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lyla Rose________“You disgust me,” I scream in agony, the words ripping from my throat like a dam bursting. “All along I thought being an orphan was painful, being infertile was painful, but now knowing I wasn't... yet I suffered, lost my husband, my marriage... just because of your obsession... it hurts me deeper than anything.”He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t seem to hear the desperation in my voice. He only tightens his grip on my wrists, pulling them firmly together, holding me like I’m his possession to control. “Good.” His voice is cold, almost detached. “Hate me. Curse me. Wish death on me every night.” His thumb brushes over my pulse point, and I shudder under the touch. “But you will carry my child. You will be my wife in every way that matters.”The words sink into me, deeper than any wound could. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. How could he possibly believe he owns me this way?I feel the weight of the wedding ring on my finger, the symbol of the chains he’s wrapped around me,

Lyla Rose_______“You don’t get to touch me like that,” he murmurs, his voice strained, but he doesn’t pull away. His forehead drops to mine, his breath ragged and uneven. “After what you just did to me...”I swallow the lump in my throat, my heart aching as I whisper, “I’m sorry.” Tears spill down my cheeks, my voice barely audible as I try to convince him, try to make him believe I’ll stay before he goes any further.His jaw clenches under my palm, his eyes flashing with a mix of anguish and simmering rage. He pulls out almost completely, only to slam back inside me, making me gasp in surprise and pain.“Sorry isn’t good enough,” he says, his voice low and dangerous, a promise of more pain if I don’t convince him. He keeps that slow, torturous rhythm, a warning in every movement.“I’m sorry.” I repeat, my lips trembling as I kiss him, trying to calm him, trying to assure him I’m still his, even if a part of me knows I’m lying.He kisses me back fiercely, swallowing my apology with

Lyla Rose________A month passes on the island and I know I have to play my cards carefully if I want out of here. I’m pregnant, and I’ll use it to my advantage.“Carter, I’m pregnant and I want to go to the hospital. Take me back to Italy,” I finally tell him in the living room. The words hang in the air, heavy. His coffee cup drops from his hands, shattering on the marble floor, sending dark liquid sprawling across the tiles.He stares at me for a moment, his expression unreadable, then something primal, possessive, takes over. In three strides, he crosses the room and grabs my face roughly. “Say that again,” he demands.I falter, letting the weight of my words hit him, then trail off, pretending to faint into his arms.He catches me instinctively, his arms wrapping around my waist. There’s a dangerous glint in his eyes, and I know he sees this as a way to control me even more. Scooping me up bridal-style, he carries me to the villa’s private clinic. “You’re coming back to Italy wi

Lyla Rose________The shop closes at seven, my feet aches and my arms are sore from arranging flowers all day. I lock the door behind me and make the short walk back to my flat above the shop, the evening air cool and calm. Once inside, I shed my sweater and pants, stepping into a hot shower. The water washes away the tension in my shoulders, but not the lingering unease of living alone in a city where no one knows me.Clean and dressed in something simple yet elegant, I decide to go out for dinner alone. It feels strange to eat by myself, but for once, I want normalcy, a small escape from the memories that follow me everywhere.The restaurant is cozy, with warm light spilling across the tables, and I find a quiet corner, settling in. I’m halfway through my menu scan when I notice a familiar figure across the room. Ethan. He catches my gaze, and without hesitation, he waves, a wide grin lighting up his face.I raise my hand slightly, smiling, and before I can process it, he’s walking

Lyla Rose________I choke out, sobbing beneath him, my body weakening, every nerve screaming.He breaks the kiss, his chest heaving, and his hand moves from my throat to cover my mouth, muffling my cries. His other hand unbuckles his belt, the leather sliding through the loops with a harsh, deliberate sound. “I’m going to fuck you until you remember why you married me,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous.“Stop… our baby…” I whimper, coughing and trembling, tears streaming down my cheeks.His hand presses harder against my mouth, silencing my pleas. The other yanks my pants down, ripping them, exposing me fully. He’s already hard, a burning heat pressing against me. “The baby is safe,” he murmurs against my ear, his voice rough, possessive. “But you need to learn obedience.”He positions himself at my entrance, not bothering with gentleness. “Say my name,” he commands, the intensity in his gaze making my knees weak.I manage to push his hand from my mouth, gasping. “Please… stop.