All Chapters of Forbidden Claim: A Mafia King’s Obsession.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Nadia’s POV The heavy, rhythmic bass of the VIP lounge vibrates through the soles of my sneakers. It is past midnight, and the air in The Crimson Lounge is a thick, heavy mix of expensive cologne, spilled scotch and the sweet scent of vape smoke. I stand in front of the faded mirror in the staff restroom, clinging to the edge of the porcelain sink as if it is the only thing keeping me anchored to earth. Slowly, with trembling fingers, I brush my dark bangs aside. There, slicing through my hairline is a thin, pale scar. A physical reminder of a night I couldn’t fully remember. My aunt and uncle had forbidden me of ever speaking about that night, locking my past away in a box of silence. Pulling my bangs back into place, I take a deep shuddering breath and adjust the golden bracelet on my wrist. “Just a few more months,” I whisper to my reflection, trying to force a spark of hope into my dull, tired eyes. I am taking every double shift Maddie, my supervisor hauls at me. I work u

Lorenzo’s POV The rain begins to fall in sheets, blurring the lights of the city into streaks of red and gold against the tinted windows of my Maybach. I sit in the spacious, leather-scented interior of the backseat, my fingers drumming a slow, hypnotic beat on the armrest. In the dim light of the cabin, the smoke from my hand-rolled cigar curls toward the ceiling, filling the space with a rich, heavy aroma. “So… she really is a Vance,” I say, my voice low but vibrating with authority. From the front passenger seat, my personal assistant, Viktor, turns around slightly, his face illuminated by the glow of his tablet. “The DNA profile matches, Don Lorenzo,” Viktor replies, his tone precise. “She is Nadia Vance. Frederick Vance’s only living child. She survived the fire from five years ago. Her aunt, Rosalind assumed guardianship alongside her husband, Lucas. They kept her hidden, working as a servant in their home , while draining her family’s fortune to fund their own lavish l

Nadia’s POV The next five days that follows, I live in a state of constant, paralyzing paranoia. Every shadow in the hallway of the mansion looks like an intruder. Every black car that drives past the bar looks like one of Lorenzo’s vehicles. I barely sleep, my mind always calculating, planning and counting down the hours. But I have a plan. I had gone to the bank, emptied every single penny of my secret university savings, and purchased a one-way ticket to Sydney, Australia. At 4:00 AM on the sixth morning, the Bennett mansion is as silent as a tomb. I quietly slip out of my bed, pack my single duffle bag with my few belongings, and crept down the dark staircase. I had spoken to Max, the gatekeeper, the day before, begging him to leave the side gate unlocked for me. He is the only person who has ever shown me kindness, and he promises to help. I slip through the side gate, the cool morning air biting at my cheeks, and ran toward the nearest bus station. By 5:00 AM, I am

Nadia’s POV “What do you want from me?” I demand, trying desperately to find a shred of courage. “Why am I here?” He stops just a few feets away, crossing his hands behind his back, staring down at me as if I were nothing more than a stray dog he had purchased. “Your uncle used your life to settle his debts, Nadia. In my world, that means you belong to me now.” “I belong to no one!” I snap, my eyes flashing with a sudden spark of defiance. “Oh?” Lorenzo’s eyes narrows, his smirk twisting into something far more sinister. “Well, you belong to me now, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it.” “You can’t do this!” I yell, tears of frustration burning my gaze. “You cannot just kidnap me and keep me locked up in your house! Let me go!” In a split second, his expression goes totally dark. The temperature in the room drops to zero degrees. Before I can even blink, Lorenzo takes two long, explosive strides toward me. His hand shoots forward, his large, powerful fingers

Nadia’s POV My body still shudders from the aftermath of the wedding today. He is just so brutal. After the ceremony , he orders his guards to take me back to the estate, while he drives in a different direction with a separate convoy. Now that I’m married to him, what next? Will he force himself on me? Because I definitely do not want that. He prepares an exquisite suite for me — lavishly decorated and just a few steps away from his own. I can’t even imagine what he actually has in store for me. A knock on the door startles me. I glance at the wall clock and it is past midnight. I walk over and open it. The maid who was assigned to me stands there, a bowl of fruit in her hand. “I’m sorry for bothering you, Mrs Romano. I notice you didn’t eat anything for dinner, so I brought you some fruit,” she explains. I smile at her. “Thank you, um—“ “Clara, ma’am, “she responds. “Thank you, Clara.” I take the bowl from her and walk back into the room. Taking an apple from