LOGINShare
An Unlikely Ally
Last Updated:
2025-01-09 05:31:22Related chapters
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire The First Escape Attempt
The gunshot rang in my ears, piercing and shocking. My heart raced as I hurried to the window, pulling back the thick velvet curtain slightly to look outside. The estate grounds were dim, with shadows elongated beneath the soft shimmer of the moonlight. I wasn't able to identify the source of the noise, but the muted yells of the guards validated my greatest anxieties—something was going on. Something hazardous. I turned away from the window, breathing in short, sharp puffs. This was the time to run, if there ever was one. The disorder outside would serve as an ideal diversion. I took a coat from the closet and draped it over my shoulders, disregarding the shake in my hands. My strategy was straightforward: escape from this room, steer clear of Alexander’s men, and discover a means to leave the premises. Easy in concept, unattainable in reality—but I needed to give it a go. The idea of remaining here, under his influence, filled me with a rush of sickness. I couldn't allow this to b
Last Updated : 2025-01-09Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Lucian’s Introduction
The tension from my failed escape lingered like a storm cloud, heavy and oppressive. Every corner of the mansion seemed to remind me of my imprisonment. My wrists ached from the rough restraints Alexander had used, a physical reminder of his power. The bitterness of his words and the icy finality in his eyes lingered in my mind. My heartbeat accelerated when my room's door cracked open. Expecting Alexander, I instinctively stiffened, bracing for another confrontation. Instead, a man I didn’t recognize entered. He was tall and impeccably dressed, his presence both calming and commanding. Jet-blue hair framed a striking face, and vivid green eyes, kind yet observant, met mine. “I’m Lucian Everett,” he introduced himself, setting a small medical kit on the table. “The family doctor.” His voice was smooth, professional, but there was a warmth that Alexander lacked. “I didn’t ask for a doctor,” I said, my voice edged with defiance. Lucian smiled faintly, unbothered by my tone. “I wa
Last Updated : 2025-01-09Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Cracks in the Armor
"Do you always have to be so damn cold?" My voice cracked through the stillness of the room, sharp and deliberate. I knew the words were risky, but after everything—being dragged into this mansion, caged like an animal, forced into submission—I couldn’t hold them back any longer. Alexander's wide shoulders tensed as though my words had struck him in the middle of his stride. His icy-blue eyes met mine as he slowly turned to face me. Only the uncompromising steel that had frightened me from the first time I had seen him was present; there was no warmth.. "And do you always have to be so reckless, Dysis?" His voice was calm, low, but laced with a warning I knew better than to ignore. I didn’t back down. Not this time. "Reckless? You think standing up for myself is reckless? Newsflash, Alexander, I’m not some puppet you can dangle on strings." He tilted his head, the faintest trace of amusement—or maybe irritation—dancing in his expression. "No, you’re not a puppet. You’re a storm.
Last Updated : 2025-01-10Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire The Enemy’s Shadow
“Keep moving,” the low, menacing voice growled from the shadows of the corridor. My heart raced as I pressed myself against the wall, the coldness of the marble seeping into my palms. I couldn’t make out their faces, but the tension in their hurried steps was unmistakable. Whoever they were, they didn’t belong here. “What if we’re caught?” a second voice whispered harshly. “Then we finish the job,” the first one replied, cold and unyielding. I held my breath, waiting for their footsteps to fade before daring to peek down the hallway. Two figures disappeared around the corner, their movements deliberate, dangerous. A part of me screamed to retreat back to the safety of my room, but curiosity—fueled by fear—had me following them instead. The grand Levi mansion, with its labyrinthine corridors and gilded walls, seemed darker than usual, its opulence shadowed by a quiet, lurking threat. As I crept closer, I heard a name that sent chills down my spine. “Max Carter,” one of th
Last Updated : 2025-01-10Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire The Fear of a Daughter
"Do you think your tears are important to me?" I knelt in front of my father, shaking, the cold cement floor soaking into my knees as I attempted to swallow the sob that had stuck in my throat. As usual, his remarks pierced me deeply. His words filled the little, darkened room, brimming with disdain. For as long as I could remember, I had been forced to live this existence, and every beat of my heart served as a reminder of it.I didn’t look up at him. I couldn’t. His cruel eyes were too much to bear. Too much to endure. “Answer me!” His hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of my hair and jerking my head up. The pain stung, but it wasn’t new. Nothing he did was new anymore. He’d punished me in ways I couldn’t count, but today was different. Today, it wasn’t just my body he was angry with; it was my existence. “Why won’t you ever listen?” His breath reeked of whiskey, and his fingers tightened, pulling me painfully closer. “You’re worthless, just like your mother. A disappointment. A bur
Last Updated : 2024-12-28Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire The Debt Collector
Like a drumbeat marching towards my demise, the sound of heavy footsteps reverberated in the confined hallway, methodical and harsh. Something like panic replaced my father's customary arrogant confidence as his gaze darted towards the doorway. I saw a small tightening of his jaw, although it was subtle. The man who walked into the room caught me off guard. He was tall, and his broad shoulders were encircled by a sleek black suit that radiated might and riches. The way his icy-blue eyes scanned the room made me feel vulnerable, like if he could see into every dark corner of my life in an instant. His presence filled the room like a rising storm, and not a single strand of his dark hair was out of place. Levi Alexander. Although I had heard the name, I didn't know him. Everybody had. He was more than simply a man; among the city's shadowiest nooks and crannies, he was a legend. A mafia boss who used brutality and terror to establish his empire.And now, he was here. “Mr. Levi,” my fat
Last Updated : 2024-12-28Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire The Offer
“You’ll like her,” my father said, his voice a blend of forced confidence and desperation. “She’s obedient. Quiet. A real prize, Mr. Levi.”My ears rang, his words fading into noise as the room closed in on me. My claws pushed into the tattered fabric of my skirt, and my pulse raced like a frantic drum in my chest. Obedient. Quiet. I felt like I was just a commodity to be weighed and exchanged. Alexander Levi did not respond soon away. He stood in the centre of the room, his back straight and his posture tight, emanating might and danger. His icy-blue eyes moved between my father and me, appraising the situation with a coolness that made him even more horrifying. "Is that what you think of her?" he finally questioned, his tone distant. He didn't look at me as he talked, as if I didn't deserve to be addressed directly. “A prize?”My father chuckled nervously, rubbing his hands together. “She’s young and strong. She can be molded, taught. Whatever you need her to be.”A wave of nausea h
Last Updated : 2024-12-28Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire First Impressions
My frantic breaths were drowned out as the sleek black automobile rushed forward, its engine roaring to life. I was now flanked by the men who had pulled me from the house, their features blank and austere. My heart hammered so fiercely I thought it may bruise my ribs, and my wrists hurt where their clutches had been too tight.My father’s house, my prison, disappeared in the rearview mirror. I didn’t look back. What was there to see? The only home I’d ever known had betrayed me, just as its walls always had. But this wasn’t freedom. This was something worse. The man sitting to my left adjusted his cufflinks, his silence unnerving. “Where are you taking me?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I expected given the panic roaring through me. Neither of them answered. “Hey!” I forcefully pressed my hand against the partition that separated us from the driver. "Where are we heading?"The driver didn’t so much as flinch. My pulse thundered. I looked between the two men and swallowed hard
Last Updated : 2024-12-28
Latest chapter
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire The Enemy’s Shadow
“Keep moving,” the low, menacing voice growled from the shadows of the corridor. My heart raced as I pressed myself against the wall, the coldness of the marble seeping into my palms. I couldn’t make out their faces, but the tension in their hurried steps was unmistakable. Whoever they were, they didn’t belong here. “What if we’re caught?” a second voice whispered harshly. “Then we finish the job,” the first one replied, cold and unyielding. I held my breath, waiting for their footsteps to fade before daring to peek down the hallway. Two figures disappeared around the corner, their movements deliberate, dangerous. A part of me screamed to retreat back to the safety of my room, but curiosity—fueled by fear—had me following them instead. The grand Levi mansion, with its labyrinthine corridors and gilded walls, seemed darker than usual, its opulence shadowed by a quiet, lurking threat. As I crept closer, I heard a name that sent chills down my spine. “Max Carter,” one of th
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Cracks in the Armor
"Do you always have to be so damn cold?" My voice cracked through the stillness of the room, sharp and deliberate. I knew the words were risky, but after everything—being dragged into this mansion, caged like an animal, forced into submission—I couldn’t hold them back any longer. Alexander's wide shoulders tensed as though my words had struck him in the middle of his stride. His icy-blue eyes met mine as he slowly turned to face me. Only the uncompromising steel that had frightened me from the first time I had seen him was present; there was no warmth.. "And do you always have to be so reckless, Dysis?" His voice was calm, low, but laced with a warning I knew better than to ignore. I didn’t back down. Not this time. "Reckless? You think standing up for myself is reckless? Newsflash, Alexander, I’m not some puppet you can dangle on strings." He tilted his head, the faintest trace of amusement—or maybe irritation—dancing in his expression. "No, you’re not a puppet. You’re a storm.
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Lucian’s Introduction
The tension from my failed escape lingered like a storm cloud, heavy and oppressive. Every corner of the mansion seemed to remind me of my imprisonment. My wrists ached from the rough restraints Alexander had used, a physical reminder of his power. The bitterness of his words and the icy finality in his eyes lingered in my mind. My heartbeat accelerated when my room's door cracked open. Expecting Alexander, I instinctively stiffened, bracing for another confrontation. Instead, a man I didn’t recognize entered. He was tall and impeccably dressed, his presence both calming and commanding. Jet-blue hair framed a striking face, and vivid green eyes, kind yet observant, met mine. “I’m Lucian Everett,” he introduced himself, setting a small medical kit on the table. “The family doctor.” His voice was smooth, professional, but there was a warmth that Alexander lacked. “I didn’t ask for a doctor,” I said, my voice edged with defiance. Lucian smiled faintly, unbothered by my tone. “I wa
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire The First Escape Attempt
The gunshot rang in my ears, piercing and shocking. My heart raced as I hurried to the window, pulling back the thick velvet curtain slightly to look outside. The estate grounds were dim, with shadows elongated beneath the soft shimmer of the moonlight. I wasn't able to identify the source of the noise, but the muted yells of the guards validated my greatest anxieties—something was going on. Something hazardous. I turned away from the window, breathing in short, sharp puffs. This was the time to run, if there ever was one. The disorder outside would serve as an ideal diversion. I took a coat from the closet and draped it over my shoulders, disregarding the shake in my hands. My strategy was straightforward: escape from this room, steer clear of Alexander’s men, and discover a means to leave the premises. Easy in concept, unattainable in reality—but I needed to give it a go. The idea of remaining here, under his influence, filled me with a rush of sickness. I couldn't allow this to b
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire An Unlikely Ally
The quiet in the dining room was oppressive, a burdensome sensation compressing my chest. My father's visage remained fixed in my thoughts, his abrupt emergence and enigmatic phrases swirling like a tempest I couldn't evade. I slid my chair back, the noise scraping on the marble floor, and headed towards the door. I required fresh air—something to cut through the confusion in my thoughts. However, as soon as I entered the hallway, I recognized that I wasn't by myself. A young woman was present, her posture both composed and vigilant. She donned a plain black outfit that fitted her slim figure, her cropped black hair neatly secured behind her ears. Her deep brown eyes locked onto mine, unwavering and inscrutable, and for an instant, I believed she might completely dismiss me. "You ought not to be roaming about," she remarked, her tone steady yet gentle. "And who are you to say that to me?" I erupted, my irritation spilling out. I was exhausted from being instructed on where I could
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire The Dark Past
The atmosphere became still. The man by the entrance, his hand unwavering as he pointed the gun at Alexander, had a face I hadn’t encountered in years—but one I could never erase from memory. His gaze blazed with the same anger I recalled from my youth, the same resentment I had previously suffered. “Thomas Salmon,” Alexander stated, his voice steady, showing no sign of apprehension. His cool blue eyes remained steady as he reclined in his chair, an image of unsettling tranquility. My breath became stuck in my throat. My dad was there, alive and furious, his anger clear. The most recent time I encountered him, I vowed to myself that I would never be around him again. Still, he stood before me, a ghost from my history, gripping a weapon as if it were the sole thing supporting him. “Release her,” my father hissed, his tone deep and poisonous. Alexander's lips curved into a slight smile, one that failed to reach his eyes. “I don’t follow commands, especially from someone who can’t s
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Alexander’s Command
The massive doors of the Levi mansion creaked open, echoing through the vast area. A shiver ran through me as I entered, with Alexander's figure trailing behind me like an inescapable specter. As I absorbed the magnificence of the scene—tall ceilings adorned with intricate mouldings, marble floors shimmering in the gentle glow of chandeliers, and walls featuring dark wood paneling that radiated affluence and authority—my heart tightened. However, the luxury did not comfort me; it stifled me. This was more than a mansion—it was a golden cage. “Come with me,” Alexander's voice was deep, nearly a growl, as he motioned to the grand staircase. His voice was authoritative, not a suggestion. I felt uncertain. The thought of trailing him anywhere seemed like yielding to his power, which I wasn’t prepared to accept. My legs felt anchored to the marble floor. He paused in his stride, his sharp icy-blue gaze fixating on me. “I don’t say the same thing twice, Dysis.” My name felt odd when h
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire A New Prison
I stood at the entrance of the Levi mansion, the towering structure casting a shadow over me that seemed to swallow every ounce of light. The grandiose double doors that had once seemed to promise safety now felt like the mouth of some deep, hungry abyss, waiting to consume me whole. As Vee led me through the grand hall, I couldn’t help but notice the stark difference between the mansion’s imposing exterior and its lavish interior. The floors were polished to a mirror finish, gleaming in the flickering light of a dozen ornate chandeliers. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries and priceless works of art, but none of it made me feel safe. It all felt… wrong. Every inch of it screamed power, control, and isolation.Vee walked ahead of me without looking back, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Her silence made my pulse race. I wanted to speak, to ask questions, but what was the point? What could I say that would change anything? The door to my new room wa
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire First Impressions
My frantic breaths were drowned out as the sleek black automobile rushed forward, its engine roaring to life. I was now flanked by the men who had pulled me from the house, their features blank and austere. My heart hammered so fiercely I thought it may bruise my ribs, and my wrists hurt where their clutches had been too tight.My father’s house, my prison, disappeared in the rearview mirror. I didn’t look back. What was there to see? The only home I’d ever known had betrayed me, just as its walls always had. But this wasn’t freedom. This was something worse. The man sitting to my left adjusted his cufflinks, his silence unnerving. “Where are you taking me?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I expected given the panic roaring through me. Neither of them answered. “Hey!” I forcefully pressed my hand against the partition that separated us from the driver. "Where are we heading?"The driver didn’t so much as flinch. My pulse thundered. I looked between the two men and swallowed hard
