All Chapters of Twice Claimed By The Mafia Alpha and His Billionaire Twin: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

LUCIAN'S POVAdrian knelt on the rooftop with blood drying at his temple, and I stood over him waiting to feel something.Anything.For months, I had told myself this was the moment I wanted, the moment my brother finally understood what it cost to stand against me. My men flanked him like a wall of muscle and silence, the wind pulling at his ruined shirt, and still nothing came. No triumph settled in my chest. No warmth spread through my blood the way it should have after a war I'd fought since we were children. There was only the cold rooftop concrete under my boots and a hollow space where victory was supposed to live.I had built my whole life around the idea that his ruin would fill me up. I had told myself that if I broke him enough, humiliated him enough, took enough from him, the ache my mother left behind would finally close. Instead I looked down at the brother who shared my face and saw only a man who loved the same woman I did, brought to his knees by my hand, and none of

ARIEL'S POVThe door opened, and cold air rushed in first, sharp enough to cut through the panic pounding in my chest. A pair of black boots hit the wet pavement outside, unhurried, deliberate, the kind of steady that told me whoever stood there had done this before.I shoved myself sideways instantly, one arm sweeping back to press Evana's limp body against the seat while my other hand curled protectively over my stomach. My fingers found the little emergency hammer clipped near the window, and I gripped it so hard the plastic bit into my palm."Stay back," I said, my voice shaking but loud enough to carry. "I swear to God, I will use this."The masked man leaned into the door frame, and for one terrible second I thought this was it. That was how it ended, in the back of a stranger's taxi with my best friend bleeding against my shoulder. Then he spoke, and every hair on my body rose for a completely different reason."Ariel."Only one voice said my name like that, low and careful, li

LORD DRAKE'S POVThe cellar door was still warm when I stepped over the two guards Isabella had drugged for me, their bodies slumped against the wall like discarded coats.She stood in the moonlight outside, arms crossed, waiting for me to thank her. I didn't. Gratitude was a currency I stopped spending decades ago, and she would learn that soon enough if she hadn't already."You look terrible," she said, studying the bruises Lucian's men had left on my jaw."I look l!ke a man who was underestimated," I said, rolling my shoulder until it cracked. "That mistake will not happen twice."She handed me a coat without being asked, and I noted the way her hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the exhaustion of holding a plan together with nothing but spite. Isabella Moretti was clever, I'd give her that. She simply hadn't yet learned that cleverness without patience only gets you killed faster."You promised I would get Adrian back," she said, walking beside me down the mountain p

LUCIAN'S POV"Lock the door!"I barked at the guard.Ariel's fists were still pounding against the wood when I turned my back on it."Lucian!" Her voice cracked through the wood, raw and furious. "You cannot do this to me!""Two guards, no exceptions," I said to the man beside the door, my jaw so tight it ached. "Not even for water. Someone else brings it."Adrian said nothing beside me, but I felt the weight of his stare, the silent accusation that I was becoming the very cage my father had built around my own childhood.Maybe I was. I didn't care. Ariel had that look in her eyes again, the one that said she was already three steps ahead of us and walking straight into a slaughterhouse to save the men who'd put her there. I would rather she hated me alive than forgive me dead."She'll never forgive you for this," Adrian said quietly as we walked."She doesn't have to." My voice came out rougher than I meant it to. "She just has to survive it."We found Markus and Raphael already wai

ARIEL'S POVI woke up craving mangoes before I even remembered my own name, some ridiculous internal alarm that had no respect for how tired I was or how big my belly had gotten.Eight months in, and my body had become a stranger I lived with, one who demanded impossible things at impossible hours and kicked me awake just to remind me she was still in charge.Evana was already in the kitchen when I waddled out, humming something off-key while she chopped vegetables for a soup my mother used to make. My mother wasn't here this morning. She was rarely anymore, spending most of her days in Adrian's private hospital wing, letting doctors poke and prod her into something resembling health, and some small, guilty part of me was almost relieved she wasn't around to see how unbearable I'd become."You're doing the face again," Evana said without turning around. "The one where you want something but you're too proud to just ask for it.""I don't want anything.""Ariel.""Fine. Mangoes. And may