All Chapters of Twice Claimed By The Mafia Alpha and His Billionaire Twin: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ISABELLA’S POV“Fix it.”The word came out sharper than I intended, and Miss Vane flinched, nearly dropping the brush.I didn’t blink.“The curl,” I said, slower this time, colder. “It’s uneven.”“Yes, Miss Isabella.”Her hands trembled as she adjusted the strand near my shoulder. I tracked every movement in the reflection.Nothing could be wrong tonight. Not my hair, not my dress, not me.Tonight, I wasn’t arriving as his fiancée, I was showing up as the woman he couldn’t ignore, even if he tried.The red dress clung to my body as I turned slightly, catching the light, while my heels clicked softly against the floor, each step precise, controlled, perfect.I reached for the perfume and let the scent settle—subtle, lingering, impossible to forget. He will remember me tonight. Because if Adrian Drake remembers me—really remembers me—then that girl, that bartender… she disappears, just like she should have from the beginning.I twirled lightly. “How do I look, Miss Vane?”She nodded.“

ARIEL’S POVMy feet left the ground—no warning, no hesitation.One moment I was standing, breathing, thinking; the next, I was nothing in his grip. His fingers locked around my throat, unyielding—iron. My nails dug into his wrist, scraping and clawing, useless. He didn’t even flinch.A broken gasp tore from my throat, sharp and empty, like my lungs had forgotten how to work. Panic exploded through me, hot and violent. My vision flickered—dark, light, dark again.But him… I could still see him.Lord Drake. Too close.His eyes weren’t wild like Lucian’s when he lost control, or sharp like Adrian’s when he was calculating. They were worse—empty, cold, final, like he had already decided I was dead and was simply waiting for it to showHe didn’t look angry. That was the worst part.He leaned closer instead, slow, calm, deliberate. His breath brushed my cheek, cool and poisonous.“Now…” he murmured, voice soft, almost polite, “…tell me who sent you.”My vision blurred harder. Black crept in

LUCIAN’S POV“Again.” The word had barely left my mouth before they came at me.Raphael from the left—fast, relentless.Markus from the right—smirking like this was a game.Steel rang through the air.My body moved before thought could catch up—block, pivot, strike.Raphael’s knuckles brushed my ribs. Markus nearly clipped my shoulder.Nearly.I twisted, drove my elbow into Markus’ chest, felt the impact reverberate through bone. Then grabbed Raphael by the collar and slammed him back hard enough to shake the floor.“Too slow.”My voice came out low. Controlled.Markus coughed, still laughing like an idiot. “Two against one and you’re complaining? You’re unreal, Alpha.”“Not unreal,” a smooth voice cut in. “Just well-trained.”Everything in me froze.That voice.I turned.And there he was.Lord Drake.Standing like he owned the space, the air, the very breath in my lungs. Hands clasped behind his back. Eyes sharp enough to dissect.Watching with quiet precision.He clapped once. Slow

ADRIAN’S POVMy mother’s words kept echoing in my head, but I was already too determined now.I didn’t argue.I didn’t hesitate.I didn’t even look back.I just turned and walked out.Ariel stood frozen behind me, breathing hard, like she wanted to run after me but didn’t know if she had the right… or the strength.Then I heard it.My mother collapsed to the floor, her cries breaking through the silence of the house. The sound hit me hard, but it still wasn’t enough to stop me.Nothing would stop me until I found out the truth.I quickened my pace, got into my car, and drove straight to the home of the former Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack.Drake.My so-called father.When I arrived, the gate was already open.Not unlocked.Not broken.Open.Waiting for me.Like a slow, deliberate invitation into something dark.My hands tightened on the steering wheel as I eased the car forward. The estate stretched ahead in unnatural silence. There were no guards. No movement. No resistance. Just sp

LORD DRAKE’S POV“How…?”The word left my mouth before I could contain it.Cold air filled the room, but my temper only sharpened. I was already pacing, each step sharper than the last, my hands locked behind my back like my own body was betraying me.“How did she find out?”No one answered.Worse than any confession. Worse than the truth. Because it meant there was no explanation yet—only failure.I stopped suddenly.The wall ahead of me blurred as I stared at it, as though it had personally insulted me.Ariel.A human bartender. Insignificant by every reasonable measure. And yet, she had walked into my son’s world and cracked open a secret buried for twenty-seven years as if it meant nothing.My jaw tightened.That wasn’t luck. Luck didn’t leave wounds this deep.No doubt, she possessed intelligence… or something far more dangerous.Because of her, Lucian had changed. I saw it in the hesitation in his gaze, in the way his authority bent—just slightly—around her presence.A man I had