All Chapters of Claimed by My Mafia Stepson : Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

—Madeline— “What do you want?” I asked. Elisa. She didn’t answer. She closed the door behind her and walked further into the room. No rushing. No anger. That was worse. Her gaze drifted lazily over everything. My suitcase. The vanity. The bed—as though she were inspecting something she intended to keep. “I just came to check on you,” she spoke at last. My fingers clenched at my sides. “How thoughtful.” Her smile deepened—just a fraction. “It must have been suffocating for you in this mansion... To have no one to talk to.” “Elisa, it’s one thing to pretend to care.” “Oh, I do.” She turned around and faced me, a hand poised in the air. “It must've been a lonely night.” “What are you talking about?” I feigned ignorance. “Androa. Did you wait up for him?” “Elisa—” She touched her chest. “I'm your friend, remember?” “Are you?” She strolled to the desk. “You know I am. Or why else would I be here?” She ran her fingers on the surface. “Don't tell me yo

—Madeline—I looked out the window as the car rolled across the streets before slowing in front of a tall glass building.My driver opened the door for me like royalty.Inside, everything screamed old money and quiet luxury. Marble floors. Crystal chandeliers. Mannequins draped in gowns worth more than my yearly salary as a 911 operator.Staff bowed their heads when I passed. Everywhere I went, the Morvanti name moved ahead of me before I could even speak.And I hated how quickly people treated me differently because of it. They had no idea what I was enduring in the mansion.“Mrs. Morvanti,” a voice called.I turned and instantly recognized her. A six-time award-winning designer known for creating custom pieces for wives of politicians and wealthy elites.She approached with a warm smile, silver pins tucked between elegant fingers. “Hello,” I breathed.“We’ve been execting you.” She gestured. “This way, please.”She guided me into a private fitting suite lined with mirrors and racks

—Madeline—The servants scampered out of the room, their footsteps echoing on the marble. The last one shut the door after him and silence settled in.TickTick.Tick.Except for the ticking of the grandfather clock in the room.Dominic exhaled, stood and locked the door, the final click sounding like a thunderclap.Heat twisted low in my stomach.No.I shouldn't have been looking at my stepson like something made to ruin me. He walked back to his chair and sat.Like it was all a game. Our game.To see whoever breaks first.“Get on your knees, Madeline. Crawl over,” he said, voice husky.I shook my head. “No. We shouldn't be doing this.”“I said, crawl over.”“Why don't you tell me first the type of business you're into?”His expression shifted into something more sinful, the smirk returning to his lips.“Still proving stubborn?”“As a Morvanti Lady, I need to know every family business.”He took another slow drag of his cigar— his dark eyes raking over me. He stood, and his shadow s

—Madeline— My boldness surprised me. No one told me a good orgasm in the middle of my home would give me the guts to talk back at my cheating husband. I hurried into my room and leaned back against the door, my heart pounding so loudly I could hear it in my ears. A smile curved my lips. I had seen the way Androa and Elisa's eyes widened; they hadn't expected me to talk back, and to call them out for their staged apology. I was alone in my locked room. Yet I felt completely exposed. Flushed. Cunt still throbbing. Leaking the liquid evidence of a crime I already knew I would repeat. My legs pressed together by instinct, rubbing against the slickness of my release, sending a tingling sensation straight to my spine. The scent of him clung to my skin — intoxicating, raw and dark. Shame curled in my belly. This was wrong. I shouldn't — My body moved before I could think better of it. I dashed into the bathroom, stripped and went under the shower. Warm water gushed over my flush

—Madeline—I paced the room; one hand on my lips and the other grasping my waist. The last thing I should be doing was fantasying when my whole world was shattering.I walked to the chair and collapsed into it.It was time I found out what kind of family I had married into— the secret they were hiding in the dark.I let out a breath and turned to the computer. With trembling fingers, I began searching. Before the wedding, I had looked into Androa Morvanti myself and everything had come up clean.Too clean. Too spotless. Androa Morvanti was a business tycoon with a company into Luxury and Tech. There were brief mentions of an estranged son. Nothing more.So I sat straighter and searched for ‘Dominic Morvanti.’Send.The page loaded. Nothing.No photographs. No interviews. No public appearances.I found that very strange.It was as though someone had erased him from the internet. No accounts. No digital footprint anywhere.Wait. Was he a ghost?No.Worse.He existed… exactly where he w