Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By The Five Mafia Brothers : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Aria POV1:00pm.The TV in the living room is on. I can hear it through the door.I’m still on the floor in my mother’s guest room. Marco is still in the doorway.“Turn it up,” Nico says downstairs. His voice is rough.I don’t move.The anchor’s voice is too cheerful for this.“Breaking news from Chicago. At a press conference just starting now, Isabella Vale is addressing federal allegations against Caruso Industries and announcing a merger with the Moretti family. Four Moretti brothers are present.”My stomach drops.Four.Not five.I close my eyes.On the TV, Isabella steps up to the podium. Black suit. Hair perfect. She looks like a weapon.Behind her: Marco, Nico, Enzo, Dante. All in black. No ties. No smiles.“Thank you for coming,” Isabella says. Her voice is calm. Deadly calm.“At noon today, Vale Enterprises submitted evidence to the FBI regarding fraud, money laundering, and racketeering within Caruso Industries. Effective immediately, Vale Enterprises is severing all busine

Aria POVThe TV is on. I didn’t turn it on. Nico did.It’s 1:00pm.Vale Tower. Living room.I’m on the couch. Not the floor. That’s progress, I guess. Marco is in the chair next to me. Nico is standing by the window. Enzo and Dante are behind the couch. Isabella is downstairs. No one is talking.The screen reads _LIVE: VALE ENTERPRISES + MORETTI FAMILY PRESS CONFERENCE_.Then it cuts.New chyron: _BREAKING: MORETTI-CARUSO WEDDING CONFIRMED_My chest stops.It’s City Hall. White steps and cameras and that cold Chicago light. Victoria is in a red coat. Luca is in a black suit. His hand is on her back. Her hand is on his arm. They’re smiling.Not big smiles. The kind you do for business photos. But they’re smiling.“Turn it off,” I whisper.No one moves.The anchor’s voice is too bright for this. “At 9:03am this morning, Luca Moretti and Victoria Caruso were married in a private ceremony. Sources confirm the merger between Moretti holdings and Caruso Industries is now finalized. Mr. More

Macro POV The house is too quiet. It’s 11:47pm in Vale Tower and I’m sitting on the floor of my room with my back against the bed. There’s an unopened bottle of water next to me. I haven’t had anything to drink since 6pm. Isabella went home at 9. Nico, Enzo, and Dante went to their rooms an hour ago. No one said goodnight. Because what is there to say? I keep seeing it on loop. 1pm. The press conference. Luca standing next to Victoria in that black suit, saying _no comment_ while cameras flashed in his face. Then Victoria leaning in and kissing his cheek like she owned him. By 1:18pm the photo was already up with the caption _Chapter 1 #MrsMoretti_. My phone buzzes on the floor beside me. I don’t look. It’s probably her. Victoria’s been texting all of us from unknown numbers all night. I saw Enzo block her at 11:55 when I walked past his room. The notification popped up and then disappeared. I should sleep. I can’t. At 10pm I checked on Aria. She wasn’t in her room. She w

Victoria POVI don’t sleep in other people’s houses.Especially not when the husband I married yesterday is sleeping on the floor in the guest room with a hair tie on his wrist.6:02am. Caruso Penthouse.I woke up at 5:30 in the master bedroom. Alone. The bed was cold. The house was quiet. Too quiet.I checked the guest room at 5:45. The door was closed. The light was off. I heard nothing. No breathing. No movement. That’s when I knew. Luca doesn’t do quiet. Luca does control. Luca does anger. Luca does 3am phone calls.I went to the kitchen and made coffee I won’t drink. Then I scrolled my own posts. _Chapter 1 #MrsMoretti. I posted all night and tagged him in all of them. He didn’t like any of them.At 5:58am I checked his phone location. Still here. Still in the guest room.So I went back. Knocked once. No answer. I opened the door.He was on the floor with his back against the wall. Phone in his hand. Eyes closed. Hair tie on his wrist. He looked wrecked. Good.“Luca.”He jerked a

Luca POVThe door to Vale Tower closes behind us and the air dies. It’s quiet. Too quiet. Like the whole apartment heard us come in and decided to hold its breath.Victoria’s hand is still in mine. Warm. Deliberate. She squeezes once. _Remember._ I don’t look at her. I can’t. Because standing in the middle of the living room is Marco. He’s in sweats. Hair a mess. Like he hasn’t slept. His jaw is tight. His fists are at his sides. And his eyes are locked on our hands.Behind him, on the couch: Aria. She’s wearing my hoodie from two nights ago. The one I left here. Her hair is down. Her face is bare. She looks up when we walk in. And freezes.Nico is by the window. Enzo is leaning against the kitchen counter. Dante is sitting on the floor, phone in his hand. All of them. All of them staring.6:07am I was running. 9:31am I’m standing in their home with my wife.“Luca,” Marco says. Just my name. Flat. Dangerous.Victoria steps forward before I can. She lets go of my hand. And then she sli