All Chapters of Forbidden Claim: A Mafia King’s Obsession.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Nadia’s POV Lorenzo walks out of the dungeon without even sparing me another backward glance. I slowly crawl towards Clara’s body, tears falling from my eyes uncontrollably. I reach out and grab her hand, they are already becoming cold. The blood dripping down smeared my hand but I didn’t mind, I just want to touch her one last time. “We have to take out the body now, Mrs Romano,” Viktor says softly, reaching out and pulling my arm. “No… please, let me just… just give me a minute with her,” I protest, but he ignores me and drags me up, careful not to hurt my arm, taking me to the exit and back to the upper level of the mansion. My body is trembling so bad I can barely walk properly. He guides me until we reach my room, then he let go and walks away. I use every last strength I had left to push the door open and walk inside. My vision blurs the moment I step in, my breathing coming in short gasps. I grip my chest, trying to breathe but I couldn’t draw in air. The last thi

Nadia’s POV A sizzling chill runs down my spine at Lorenzo’s words. What exactly does that mean? I try to speak but my body is trembling so badly I can barely put the words together. “You have to understand the price of betrayal, Nadia,” he says, turning the engine off. The sudden silence in car becomes deafening. “You cry for the maid. Let’s see if your heart bleeds for the snakes who pull the strings.” He steps out of the car, walks around to my side and yanks the door open. Before I can protest, he drags me out, his iron grip pulling me up the stone stairs of the Lucchese mansion. The front door is already unlocked — or rather, the lock has been cleanly bypassed. We walk into the grand foyer. It is beautifully decorated, but the silence inside is terrifying. “Lorenzo, please,” I beg, tears finally spilling over my eyelashes. “Let me go back to the car. I don’t want to see this. I beg you.” “Look,” he hisses, forcing my chin up as we enter the main living room. There, tie

Nadia’s POVI sit on the edge of the bed in the master bedroom, the lingering heat from my shower doing nothing to stop the chill settling deep in my bones. He didn’t mean it. I repeat the lie like a mantra, trying to convince myself. He definitely didn’t mean it.I lift the soft silk sheets, preparing to slide underneath when the heavy oak doors suddenly burst open. The sheets slips from my numb fingers. My entire body locks up, terror slamming into me like a physical force.I lift my eyes. Lorenzo steps into the room, bare-chested, a lit cigar resting lazily between his fingers. His dark eyes are hooded, heavy with a cold, possessive gaze that makes air leave my lungs. I bolt out of bed, my heart pounding violently in my chest. I clutch the fabric of my night gown, taking a few shaky steps backward until my spine hits the cold wall. I swallow hard against the invisible lump in my throat. Lorenzo stalks deeper into the room. Dark strands of hair cling to his forehead, and a fine s

Nadia’s POVThe sterile scent of antiseptic is the first thing that hit me, burning the back of my dry throat.Slowly, I drift back into consciousness from the dark void. My eyelids feel heavy, fluttering open to meet a harsh, fluorescent light beaming down from the ceiling. A rhythmic high-pitched beep echoes beside my ear. I try to draw a deep breath, but my lungs burn, and a dull, aching soreness radiates through my entire stomach.I blink through the haze, forcing my head to turn slightly on the thin pillow. Across the room, standing near the doorway, is Lorenzo.He’s wearing a crisp black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, his jaw keeps ticking repeatedly. Beside him stands a man in white lab coat, holding a medical chart and speaking in low, hushed tones.“…the toxin was concentrated, Don Lorenzo,” the doctor whispers, his voice trembling slightly. “A synthetic compound designed to cause severe internal hemorrhaging. If she hadn’t received the neutralizing agent

Nadia’s POVLorenzo leaves behind a silence heavier than his words.She’s dead.The words linger in my mind, sending a wave of icy chill down my spine. I drag the duvet higher, draping the silk sheets over my face. But no amount of warmth seems to soothe the numbness spreading through my entire body.To me, she was just a staff with a warm smile who offered me tea to warm my stomach. To Lorenzo, she was just a disposable spy sent by an enemy clan . And now, she is just another body at the border, erased from existence, left to rot.I shut my eyes tightly, trying to force myself to sleep, but every time I close my eyes, all I see is blood dripping across the marble floor, and a dangerous crystalline blue eyes staring down at me without an ounce of remorse.I’ve been trapped with a man that even the air around him feels toxic. The rain which begins later at night has reduced to tiny droplets by morning, leaving a grey fog clinging to the ground of the mansion.My body is still aching w