All Chapters of Forbidden Claim: A Mafia King’s Obsession.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

90 Chapters

Chapter 81: Poisoned words

Nadia's POVRebecca didn’t waste any time. The next morning, I found her in the breakfast room.She was already dressed, her blonde hair neatly styled, a cup of coffee sitting untouched beside her.She looked up when I entered. “Good morning, Nadia.”“Good morning,” I responded and took my usual seat.Rebecca watched me for a moment. “You’ve gotten comfortable here.”I looked at her. “What do you mean?”She smiled. “Nothing bad. I only mean that this house must feel very different from where you came from.”I ignored the comment but she didn’t stop. “Have you ever been to Spain?”“No.”She took a sip. “The Romano family has homes in different countries. Lorenzo grew up around people who understand this life.”She looked at me. “You must have found it difficult.”“I did,” I whispered.Her smile became softer. “That isn’t your fault.”Something about her tone irritated me, she sounded as if she were comforting a child. “I’ve learned.”“I’m sure you have,” she set her cup down.“But ther

Chapter 82: The forbidden sanctuary

Nadia’s POVI found another private study three days later. I was trying to find a quieter place to read when I wandered upstairs.The top floor was rarely used. Most of the rooms were locked, and the hallway was almost always empty.I was about to turn around when I noticed a door at the end of the corridor. It was different from the others. Dark wood and heavy lock.I tried the handle but It didn’t move. I looked around before pulling a small hairpin from my purse.I knew I was trespassing, and that should have been enough to make me stop, but I didn’t. After a few minutes, the lock gave way.The door opened, the scent of dust and old wood filled the air as I stepped inside. The room was larger than I expected.Bookshelves covered two walls. Old documents were stacked across a desk, and several boxes sat unopened near the window.But none of that caught my attention like the portrait did. A massive painting hung on the wall opposite the door. The exact same picture I had seen that

Chapter 83: The trap she set

Nadia’s POVThe door flew open and Lorenzo stood there.Viktor was right behind him with four armed guards, but Lorenzo barely seemed to notice them. His eyes moved across the room, taking in everything.Rebecca was on the floor, clutching her bleeding hand. The knife lay beside her, blood covered the marble.Then his eyes found me. I opened my mouth to explain, but Lorenzo’s attention had already moved past me.He looked at the portrait, or what was left of it. Juliet’s face had been cut apart.Lorenzo stopped breathing. For several seconds, he didn’t move. I watched as color drained from his face as he stared at the ruined painting. “Juliet...”Her name came out quietly. It sounded nothing like the Lorenzo I knew.Rebecca began crying. “Lorenzo!”She crawled toward him, holding out her good hand. “I tried to stop her. I swear I did.”Lorenzo didn’t look at her but Rebecca kept talking. “I saw Nadia with the knife. She said she hated you. She said she wanted to hurt you, and she said

Chapter 84

Nadia's POVDown here, there was no such thing as darkness — it was something heavier. Nothing like the gentle shadows of a bedroom at night. The darkness tried to crush me, crowded my skin and ate my vision whole. Sometimes I honestly couldn’t say if my eyes were open or shut.I dragged myself to a corner and curled up, knees to my chest, right on the biting cold of the concrete. My dress was useless, just shreds of silk, and the chill creeped right through to my bones.My skin’s caked in dried blood, sticky and dark. Some of it was Rebecca’s. The rest was just raw scrapes left on my knees from when Lorenzo yanked and dragged me down those ridiculous marble stairs.My scalp won’t stop pounding. He pulled my hair so hard I could still feel it throbbing. My throat’s not much better, swallowing felt terrible, all because of his iron grip around my neck.The memory of his fingers digging in, his eyes stripped of any mercy, it’s all still fresh, pulsing at my every breath.The first day,

Chapter 85

Nadia's POV The iron bolt ripped back, a sound that exploded in the concrete cell like a gunshot. The noise snatched me out of my feverish daze. I blinked awake, muscles stiffening automatically when the thick iron door swung open, flooding the cell with a blinding wash of yellow corridor light. My eyes instantly burned. They started to water, and I threw my shaking, bloodied arm over my face, trying to block it out. Then a very familiar silhouette filled the doorframe. His Immaculate, almost charcoal suit freshly pressed, though his left arm hung awkwardly in a shoulder brace. Still, his careful appearance couldn’t hide everything, the stubble creeping along his jaw, his collar undone, and his eyes were bloodshot and hollow, ringed with exhaustion deep enough to haunt him forever. He saw me and choked on his own breath, his crystalline blue eyes swept over the cell, landing on where I was sprawled on the cold floor. My dress, which used to be ivory silk was shredded and st

Chapter 86

Nadia's POVThree hours crawled by, rain tapped against the stone walls, darkness had already swallowed the entire grounds except the sheen of wet glass.I sat on the edge of a narrow iron bed in one of the lowest guest rooms, tucked near the basement.There was no way I was setting foot in his suite upstairs. Dr. Vane already came and went, cleaned me up, wrapped my busted knuckles, muttered something about rest, and left a tray of broth and water I can’t bring myself to touch.I’ve been wearing this plain, loose gray dress. My hair’s still damp, but at least Rebecca’s blood is gone, washed down the drain, although the bruises on my neck had bloomed into this awful, purple mess. Each one stung when I moved.The old wooden door cracked open, muffled by the rain outside.Lorenzo stepped in. He ditched the jacket, just wearing a black shirt and trousers, his left arm strapped tight against his side in that brace.He left his weapons elsewhere and it was almost strange seeing him look so

Chapter 87

Nadia’s POVThe estate felt dead, smothered by silence so thick I could choke on it. Even the air changed after Lorenzo pulled me out of that freezing basement cell.It was not just tense anymore — it was suffocating, like everything’s holding its breath and waiting for something to explode.I sat on the velvet window bench in the library, blankly staring at an old book that has just been weight in my hands for over an hour. My reflection in the dark window showed circles under my eyes and bruises, angry purple fingerprints around my neck where Lorenzo nearly ended me, just three days ago.Every time I brushed my throat, the memory hits — his eyes wild and furious in that gallery lit up like hell. Right after, my head reeled to the guest room, his voice breaking as he admitted the truth about my father, Juliet, and the flames that destroyed everything I knew as a child.The library doors eased open but I didn't need to look. The air tightened instantly, weighted with heat and antici

Chapter 88

Nadia’s POVThe east wing felt like a meat locker, icy and suffocating. I sat at the far end of a dining table that looked like it was built for royal feasts, all polished mahogany that caught the window light. Across from me, there was Rebecca Stanford, trying to look like she was above all this. Her blouse was some expensive shade of champagne silk, her pants pressed to perfection, hair twisted into that impossibly neat bun, makeup flawles. If you didn’t know any better, you’d never guess she had sliced her palm open a few days ago. Only the dainty white bandage gave her away, and even that felt like it was there for dramatic effect.We hadn’t exchanged a single word since Lorenzo hauled her out of the gallery and banished her to the guest wing, waiting for him to finish his security review. I mean, Lorenzo could’ve done worse, he would have, if her father wasn’t such a political heavyweight in Milan. Instead, she walked around stripped of all clearance, trailed everywhere by tw

Chapter 89

Nadia's POVMorning came with a suffocating cold, thick fog pressed against the windows, swallowing the courtyard below.Men in body armor moved like shadows, loading up black SUVs, their engines growling low. The air was thick with silence, and something in me felt anxious.I stood at the threshold wrapped in a sweater that suddenly didn’t feel thick enough, watching it all unfold, knowing what was about to happen.Lorenzo was leaving. The Commission had called an emergency summit in the middle of the night.Bellini’s network at the docks was gone, and now every rival was out for blood and open routes. Of course Lorenzo had to go. He was the Don — they wouldn’t do anything without him, and if he didn’t show up, everything would get worse. So he was leaving, and I hated how much that terrified me.He came out of his office with Viktor at his side, looking unbreakable. He didn’t even look wounded, though I knew his left arm was still in that hidden sling.Everything about him was perfe

Chapter 90

Nadia's POVWhen Lorenzo left, the silence he left behind was smothering — thick and damp, the kind of quiet that soaked straight through you.The halls missed his heavy, steady footsteps. There was no booming voice, no electric snap of tension filling the space where he’d stood, arms crossed.Suddenly, the whole Romano estate felt huge, empty, and freezing. Rain hammered the conservatory’s diamond paned windows, blurring the outside world until the forest looked like a mess of gray and green brushstrokes.I was sitting at the long oak table in the second parlor, hands wrapped around a teacup, trying to thaw my frozen fingers.Viktor guarded the doorway, rigid, perfectly put together in his dark suit. His earpiece blinked blue every few seconds as he listened to the guards at the outer fences.Lorenzo had already checked every detail before he flew off to Palermo, but Viktor had cranked the security up even more.Guards swept along the walls, the fences bristled with sensors. The hous

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