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Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire A Taste of Luxury
“Is this how you plan to win me over? With cake?” Dysis poked fun as she emerged from the car, carefully holding a small box in her hands. Her face brightened with a genuine smile, giving her a younger and more carefree appearance—a striking difference from her typical cautious demeanor. Alexander stayed quiet, his cold blue eyes focused on her while she walked forward. She didn’t even glance back at him. *She scowls at me for buying her shoes that cost a fortune, yet a simple box of cake has her grinning like this. How peculiar.* Dysis hummed softly as she entered the mansion, clutching the box as if it were a treasure. Alexander followed her, keeping a measured distance, his hands buried in his pockets. She either didn’t acknowledge him due to her concentration on the cake or intentionally chose to ignore him; he couldn’t tell which. As she arrived at her bedroom door and swung it open, her cheerful humming ceased suddenly. She froze. Inside, her room had been transformed. Th
Last Updated : 2025-02-03Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Bound by Power, Tethered by Fate
There was a knock at the door. Dysis sat up from her bed, brushing her hair back. *Who could it be?* "Come in," she called. The door opened, and Selena stepped inside, followed by four other maids. "Good day, Lady Dysis," the maids greeted in unison, bowing respectfully. Selena offered a small smile. "We need to prepare you for a special occasion with the young master." Dysis blinked. *So that’s why he bought all those things… but what’s so special about this occasion?* Still, she knew one thing—she couldn’t refuse. She had been confined to this room ever since their shopping trip, and curiosity gnawed at her. With a silent nod, she allowed them to lead her into the bathroom. As they carefully removed her clothes, the warm air brushed against her bare skin, highlighting its smooth, milky tone. The maids worked efficiently, their movements practiced yet gentle, as if handling something precious.Steam curled through the air, thick with the scent of lavender and jasmine. The wa
Last Updated : 2025-02-03Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Unspoken Bonds
Dysis looked up at him, searching his face for some sort of explanation, for anything that made this moment make sense. Her voice came out barely above a whisper. “You… you dedicated an entire brand to me?” Alexander’s gaze remained steady. “You said you needed a shop.”Her mouth fell open. “What? Alex, I didn’t mean that! I was just saying the things you bought were too—”“I already did it the same day I bought you the shoes,” he interrupted smoothly, leaving no room for protest.Her heart pounded. It wasn’t just a gift. It wasn’t just some extravagant whim. This was bigger. This was a statement. A declaration to the world that she was someone to be acknowledged, someone to be respected. That she was his. Dysis swallowed, feeling the weight of it all settle over her. “Why?” The question slipped out before she could stop it. “Why would you do this?” Alexander didn’t answer right away. Instead, he extended a pen toward her, his voice softer now, almost coaxing. “Sign it, Dysis.”
Last Updated : 2025-02-04Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire A Father’s Joy
The ballroom shone with gold and white hues, as crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow upon the guests, whose laughter and conversation resonated throughout the space. The string quartet performed gently in the background, a calming melody that seemed to wrap around the room like a comforting embrace. But for Dysis, everything felt overwhelming. The towering columns, the grand staircase, the glittering crowd—it all seemed like a blur as her focus remained on one person: Alexander.She had never seen him like this before. The usual cold, calculated mafia leader—capable of making even the bravest shudder with a single glance—was different tonight. There was a stillness in him, an almost tense calmness in the way he stood. His grip on her hand was firm enough to assert control, but there was something gentle in it, too, as if it was a subtle reminder that there was more to him than his ruthless reputation. As they walked through the sea of guests, Dysis couldn’t shake the feeling of the
Last Updated : 2025-02-04Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire A Glimpse Behind the Veil
The weight of the evening pressed down on Dysis, suffocating her in its golden glow. The ballroom, once a dazzling spectacle of elegance and grandeur, now felt more like a cage—a place where secrets lurked beneath polite smiles and half-spoken words. Lucian’s unexpected appearance had only deepened the unease curling in her stomach. The charged silence between him and Alexander, the way their gazes locked as if exchanging something unspoken—it all unsettled her. Dysis gulped nervously, her hold on her dress tightening as she glanced between the two men. “I don’t get it ,” she whispered, her voice scarcely audible. “Why wouldn’t Alexander be here?” Neither answered immediately. Instead, Lucian’s green eyes flickered with something indecipherable before shifting to Alexander, who remained deathly still at her side. His fingers, still wrapped around her wrist, flexed slightly as if holding himself back. Lucian finally exhaled, his jaw tightening. “Because he never comes to these
Last Updated : 2025-02-05Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Tensions and Expectations
The air in the ballroom crackled with an intensity that seemed to radiate from Alexander himself. His cold demeanor only grew sharper when Joe tried to approach him once again. Every attempt was met with a curt dismissal, Alexander's eyes distant, a silent barrier between them. The bond they once shared felt frayed, unraveling beyond repair, and Joe couldn't understand why his brother would push him away.Brayden, ever the innocent observer, hugged his uncle with unrestrained affection, his small arms wrapped tightly around Alexander's waist. But Alexander’s response was swift and brutal—he shoved Brayden aside, his fingers tightening on Dysis’s hand as he pulled her away. Brayden stood frozen, confusion and sadness clouding his young face.“I think I like her even more,” Brayden remarked softly to Joe, though there was no joy in his eyes—only an unsettling sense of loss.Joe’s lips twitched into a half-smile, but it faltered almost immediately. “You like everything Alexander likes,”
Last Updated : 2025-02-05Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Chapter 51 – The Brand Revealed
Sofie’s eyes darkened, her perfectly painted lips pressing into a thin line. She tilted her head slightly, her voice dripping with mock amusement. “How fascinating,” she murmured, her tone deceptively soft. “I see you’ve made yourself quite at home in the world of luxury.” Dysis refused to flinch, meeting Sofie’s piercing gaze with quiet defiance. Her own eyes drifted downward, taking in Sofie’s designer heels—the very ones Dysis had once dreamed of being the first to wear. They weren’t just shoes. They were a symbol of power, prestige, a legacy that should have belonged to her. But there they were, now adorning Dysis’s feet instead. Sofie’s fingers curled around the stem of a wine glass as she took a slow sip, her eyes never leaving Dysis. It wasn’t just the shoes. The brand, the collection—everything she had envisioned should have been hers. And yet, Alexander had given it all away. To her. So that’s why Alexander was avoiding me, Sofie thought bitterly. He had been the one
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Chapter 52: A Cunning Scheme
The melodies danced in the atmosphere, while the graceful murmur of dialogue and joy intertwined with the rhythm. Visitors spun and glided around the dance floor, their motions smooth and untroubled, their giggles joyful. Dysis, on the other hand, stayed planted in place, her eyes sweeping the room, yet her body stayed motionless, as if she were out of place. She scanned the crowd until her gaze landed on Alexander, who was casually leaning against a pillar at the edge. His stance was easygoing, yet a chill in his gaze appeared to dismiss the celebratory spirit surrounding him. He stood as a glacier in the heat of the celebration. He wasn't even paying attention to the dancers. Instead, he scanned the room with a sense of apathy, his icy-blue eyes capturing the attention of several women who, evidently fascinated, flitted nearby, attempting to attract his focus. “Don't even consider it,” Alexander's voice cut into her thoughts, surprising her with its icy smoothness. Dysis blinked,
Last Updated : 2025-02-08
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Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Chapter 101: The Edge of Surrender
Sunlight flooded the room from the large windows in golden beams that softly painted delicate patterns on the white blankets. Like a pulse resonating through the villa, the ocean murmured far away, slow and steady. A breeze swept the flimsy drapes, and the air smelt of sea salt and vanilla, mixed with the subtle warmth of skin and something else entirely fresh and electrifying. Alexander hovered above her, muscles taut, breath shallow. He was no longer the untouchable man she first met. Right now, he looked raw, almost undone. It was dark and wet, and his navy swim shorts stuck to his hips. They showed every bit of stress in his body. He didn't blink or move his eyes.They were locked on her like he was memorizing a masterpiece. Dysis lay beneath him, her body still damp, glistening in the sunlight like she was made of moonlight and fire. Her red bikini clung to her skin like a second layer, the strings slightly loose now from their kiss. She was breathless.She shook her head back a
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Chapter 100: The Crimson Tide
The sun had hardly risen beyond the horizon, leaving golden lines like spilled honey across the sea. A gentle breeze fluttered the white linen drapes of the villa and ruckled the palm leaves over the island. Barefoot, Dysis stood at the brink of the balcony, her honey-brown hair falling in loose waves down her back. The air smelt seawater and orchids, combining with the warmth of sun-kissed stone. Her eyes shining with mischief and sunset-colored wonder, she turned towards the sea.She’d found a red bikini tucked neatly inside a drawer packed by Alexander, though he’d claimed otherwise and without hesitation, slipped it on. Rich and strong on her soft, brilliant skin, it hugged her body as if it had been designed for her. Her contours shined like sun-lit polished pearls. Her hips swung softly as she strolled down to the shore, feet sliding into the warm, powdered sand. She laughed as she walked further into the sea; it lapped at her toes, chilly and mocking. There was no one else he
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Chapter 99: The Serpent Stirs
The private estate was cloaked in silence, the kind that warned of danger long before it arrived. Cormac Carter stood before the large fireplace, the flames low as shadows moved along the stone walls. Under his fitted suit, his broad shoulders were stiff; his silver-streaked hair slid back precisely. From his fingers, unbroken, a crystal glass of aged bourbon hung. One of his guys stopped at the threshold behind him and started to shift uneasily. “Say it again”, Cormac said, his voice low and icy, slanted with poison. The man swallowed. “Dysis Salmon... She's the heiress to the Everhart bloodline. Confirmed. The Levi heir married her. She’s with Alexander now.” Cormac turned slowly, his eyes glinting with restrained fury. “So,” he muttered, stepping toward the man, “the girl promised to my nephew… was stolen. Claimed. Not just by anyone but by Alexander Levi.” He crushed the glass in his palm, shards falling like ice. “And he killed Max.” The words hissed from his mouth like
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Chapter 98: Fractures and Flames
Dysis lay curled into the curve of Alexander’s body, the steady thud of his heart on her cheek grounding her in a moment that felt much too delicate for the world they lived in. Her waist had slipped the blanket, and the silky sheets twisted around them while the storm outside murmured against the windows. Her voice broke the silence. Soft. Hesitant. “Where’s my mother?” Alexander’s fingers paused where they were threading gently through her hair. “I told her to leave,” he said calmly. Dysis pulled back just enough to look up at him, confusion flickering in her tired eyes. “What? Why?” “I thought you wouldn’t mind me sending her away,” Alexander said, watching her reaction closely. “She was the reason you passed out.” Her breath hitched. “But I just…” “Don’t cry again.” His voice became light-hearted, his lips curving slightly as he looked away from her. "I was only kidding." "I wasn't going to cry," She said, but her pink cheeks backstabbed her. He mocked, his tone lamp
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Chapter 97: A Glimpse of the Storm
Back to the Present For hours the rain had not ceased. From outside, the heavens softly wept against the windows, drops on glass-like fingers. The polished floor had a muted orange glow as the fire in the sitting room burned to embers. Dysis folded her legs under her and laid a blanket sloppily across her lap on the velvet chaise. She was not warmed by it. Not really. Her mind was too full, too heavy. Adam sat across from her. No longer the towering, untouchable patriarch. Just a man with tired eyes and a voice thick with regret. “So,” Dysis said quietly, almost afraid to say it aloud, “you knew Lili tried to have Alexander killed?” Adam’s eyes dropped to the rug. His jaw clenched. “Yes.” Dysis sat up straighter, her heart suddenly pounding. “And you did nothing?” “I confronted her,” Adam replied. His voice was hoarse, rough from unsaid things. “I let her know I was aware of her schemes. I spared her… for Silver and Giselle’s sake.” Dysis blinked. That was it? "That's all
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Chapter 96: The Quiet Crown
The room still hadn’t moved. Not really.Time seemed to bend under the weight of what it signified as Adam Levi announced his second son the successor to the empire. As if the house had stopped to listen, dust particles floated slowly through a shaft of afternoon sunlight, and the crackle of the fire in the hearth got louder in the silence.But the true silence came from Lili.She had said nothing at all. Her fingers, coated in a frost-toned gloss, shook slightly on the stem of her crystal wine glass. It was still full. She hadn’t taken a single sip all evening.She couldn’t.Not with him in the room.Not with Alexander sitting there, one leg crossed over the other, draped in that black wool coat with silver stitching like it had been sewn by ghosts. The candlelight danced across the crest on his hand—the Levi sigil, glinting ominously with every breath he took.He didn’t speak.Didn’t gloat.Didn’t even flinch when Silver stormed out of the boardroom, his footsteps echoing like gunsh
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Chapter 95: After 14 Years
Another year passed.And then another.Fourteen winters had clawed their way across the cliffs of the North before the gates opened again. The iron doors groaned like beasts roused from slumber, spilling out a silhouette wreathed in morning fog and silence.He walked like he owned the ground beneath him.Not like the boy who had entered.No—he was something else now.Alexander Levi’s hair had been trimmed close to the scalp, the inky black strands now neat, severe. His jawline cut clean, cheeks hollowed by years of discipline, hardship, and war. The softness of his childhood had been carved away, chiseled into something sharp. Lethal. Beautiful in a cold, brutal way.He wore a long black coat, the kind lined in silver thread at the collar, shoulders squared with the weight of command. His boots struck the earth like thunder. A ring glinted on his right hand—a crest of the North carved into it. The mark of survival.Not everyone earned it.But Alexander hadn’t just earned it.He’d owne
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Chapter 94: The Northern Silence
Adam Levi's office door creased as it swung open. The room was dark, only the orange glow of one desk lamp lighting it. From a half-burned cigar in a crystal ashtray, smoke coiled sloppily. Towering and loaded with ancient leather-bound volumes that smelt of dust, conflict, and tradition, bookshelves ran down the walls The air smelt strongly of cedarwood and ash, swallowing the faint winter trace coming from the window crevices. Silent Alexander entered, his bare feet soft against the smooth hardwood floor. He wore a big jumper that hung off one shoulder with sleeves engulfing his hands. He felt a breeze from the slightly ajar window, but he did not react. His experience with cold was one of adaptation. Adam turned his back on him. He stood behind his desk, wide back stiff under a dark suit. Under low light, the grey in his hair stood more clearly. With one hand he clutched a glass of bourbon, the ice clicking softly as he spun it. His other hand rested on a hefty, sealed, crimso
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Chapter 93: The Hollow Throne
One Year Later The Levi estate stood silent, wrapped in fog and frost. The mansion, once alive with Rosie’s laughter and sunlight spilling through open windows, had grown cold—like something sacred had been buried inside its walls. A clock ticked softly somewhere in the distance. The fire in the parlor crackled, but it gave no warmth. Adam sat at the edge of his office desk. His hands were stained with oil and blood—both recent. Though the air was cold, his black shirt fit his back and hung with sweat. His tie disappeared from view on the floor next to a broken whisky tumbler. A long gash stretched across the side of his palm, still bleeding. He hadn’t spoken in hours. Not a word. The leather chair behind his desk remained untouched, like a throne he no longer deserved. He no longer ruled with strategy or calculation. He ruled with silence. With steel. With the kind of violence that didn’t end when justice was served—but hunted until it bled out everything. Every na
