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Shadows of Survival
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Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Into the Abyss
Dysis awoke gradually, like surfacing from profound depths, her mind weighted and her body slow to respond to her needs. The antiseptic aroma of disinfectant penetrated her nose, pungent and synthetic. Soft beeping entered her ears, a cadence that connected her to reality, even as her thoughts lingered elsewhere. She blinked at the bright light, narrowing her eyes until figures started to take shape in her sight. A figure was positioned close by, calm and collected. Initially, he appeared as a shadow, but soon the features became clearer: spectacles resting on his nose, a novel grasped in his hand, and a slight crease on his forehead as his gaze moved over the text. Lucian. Her eyes stayed on him, the appearance surprisingly stabilizing. He hadn’t noticed her stirring yet, his attention absorbed by whatever he was reading. His lips moved ever so slightly, as though he silently debated the words before him.Dysis shifted, the faint rustle of fabric breaking the quiet. The motion s
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-24Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Shattered Loyalties
The sound of Alexander’s car engine pierced the quiet night as he arrived at one of Lucian’s private hospitals. The tires squealed to a stop, and he got out, holding Dysis in his arms as if she were the most delicate object in existence. His icy-blue eyes, piercing and deliberate, appeared tranquil at first glance, yet a deeper examination exposed the tempest brewing within. His jaw was clenched, his shoulders rigid, and his hold on her revealed an uncommon vulnerability—one he couldn't allow himself to recognize. Lucian was already waiting by the entrance, alerted to their arrival moments before. His normally composed expression faltered as he took in the sight of Alexander. There was something different in the man’s demeanor tonight—an energy Lucian couldn’t quite place, but it set him on edge. “This way,” Lucian remarked, guiding Alexander through the tranquil, clinical hallway. His voice remained calm, but the slight shake in his hand as he opened the door revealed his discomf
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-24Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Fragile Bonds
Dysis’s recovery had been slow and grueling. The pain in her hands and head was a constant reminder of the violence that had shattered her world. Lucian had brought her back to the Levi mansion despite her protests, and now, she was under stricter care than ever before. Yet, even as her wounds healed, her mind was plagued by one question: what had happened to Vee? Vee had been left behind in Max’s mansion, bleeding from a stab wound that Dysis herself had inflicted in a desperate moment. The guilt clawed at her relentlessly. She needed to know if Vee had survived—if she had, by some miracle, forgiven her. It was this gnawing uncertainty that led her to leave her room one evening, brushing off Selena, the head maid, who tried to stop her. Determined, Dysis made her way to Alexander’s study. Her steps were slow, the dizziness from her head injury still present, but her resolve was unshaken. When she reached the study door and pushed it open, her heart sank. There stood Sofie, drap
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-25Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Whispers of Recognition
The study of the Levi estate was immersed in soft golden light, creating elongated shadows over the bookshelves that adorned the walls. Adam Levi sat behind his grand oak desk, an imposing figure, his dark eyes cold and calculating. Facing him, Milo Thorne remained rigid, gripping his tablet as if it were a barrier. A noticeable tension filled the room as the seconds elongated into silence. "So," Adam finally spoke, his voice calm but laced with sharp authority. "She’s Thomas’s daughter?" Milo swallowed hard. Adam’s gaze was heavy, the weight of decades of power and ruthlessness behind it. The young secretary nodded. "Yes sir , sir," he replied, his tone calm even with the tight knot growing in his chest. Adam reclined in his chair, clasping his hands in his lap, his face conveying no emotions. For a moment, he said nothing, simply staring at the screen Milo had shown him moments earlier. A picture of Dysis filled the display—a candid shot taken from one of the estate’s securi
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-25Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Vee’s Backstory
"You'll manage well without me." Vee’s calming voice broke the silence, but the feelings felt like a betrayal. I confronted her, worry swirling in my chest. "What do you mean?" I asked, my tone sharper than I intended. "You’re leaving ?" She was leaning against the desk's edge, her arms crossed. The faint glow of the lamp situated behind her created a shadow, hiding her face. "I've been recommended to take a break," she said softly, her gaze steady. I became motionless. "Did Alexander ask you to go?" Vee offered a slight nod, her lips formed into a firm line. “Why is that?” I insisted, advancing nearer. "What have you done?" Her sudden laughter surprised me. “Do you believe I did anything to warrant this?” "Weren't you?" The words came out before I could prevent them. Her gaze turned somber. "Dysis, if Alexander believed I had betrayed him, I wouldn’t be here speaking with you." "I would be interred in a trench somewhere." The nonchalant manner in which she expressed it sen
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-29Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire A Dangerous Truth
Dysis stormed into Alexander’s study, her frustration bubbling to the surface. The towering doors closed behind her with a faint click, but the sound did nothing to quell the fire inside her. Alexander was positioned in his typical place, the faint light throwing stark shadows across his sculpted face. His frosty blue eyes rose to lock onto hers, and a playful grin curved at the edge of his mouth as if he had foreseen her coming. "I must speak with you," she stated, her tone resolute. “By all means,” Alexander replied coolly, gesturing to the space before him. “Speak your mind.” Her hands clenched at her sides. “Why did you tell Vee to leave?” Alexander’s smirk faded, replaced by a look of cold detachment. “Because you told me she was the only person you cared about.” Dysis frowned, confused. “What does that have to do with anything?” He leaned back in his chair, his posture commanding. “It has everything to do with it. I won’t have you relying on anyone else. You need to un
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-29Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Shattered Composure
“What do you mean” dysis asked“That was someone easy who disguised themselves as Vee,” Alexander explains, his voice steady but laced with a rare softness as he held Dysis close to him. His icy-blue eyes flickered with a dangerous edge, his thoughts trailing back to the moment he uncovered the fake Vee. He had dealt with her swiftly, ensuring Dysis wouldn’t have to worry about her ever again. Dysis froze for a moment, a faint memory surfacing. The fake Vee had called her *Miss Salmon*. She frowned. Vee had never called her that—she always addressed her more familiarly, often dropping formalities altogether. The detail gnawed at her, making her chest tighten with unease. As Dysis sat on Alexander’s lap, still processing everything he’d said, she couldn’t help but notice his expression shifting. His usual calm demeanor had given way to something else—something she couldn’t quite place. “What’s wrong?” Dysis asked cautiously, her brow furrowing in concern. Alexander's jaw clen
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-29Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Power and Possession
After Two days Alex walked to Dysis’s room. He knocked one time and then entered without awaiting her response. She sat at her vanity, brushing through her hair. She looked at him, astonished; Dysis wore a beautiful lilac dress that gracefully conformed to her figure, the soft color accentuating her delicate features. The gown featured a stylish silhouette, with elaborate intricacies that enhanced its elegance. She teamed it with plain white shoes, matching the gentle hue of the dress. “Follow me,” he ordered. "You require new clothing, footwear, and accessories." Alex donned a stylish black suit that fit his athletic build flawlessly. In contrast to his typical style with his hair combed back, today his dark tresses hung freely, imparting a more casually attractive and somewhat rugged look. The difference between his formal outfit and laid-back hairstyle made him appear even more captivating, radiating confidence and charisma with every move. Dysis raised a brow, confused. “I ha
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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
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Chapter 92: Rosie’s Death & Alexander’s Exile
Six Years Later Alexander's sixth birthday started with laughter early in the morning. Like birdsong during a protracted storm, high-pitched and brilliant it rang through the Levi mansion's hallways. With his silk pyjama pants hanging around his legs and hair tangled and sticking out in a hundred ways, the lad went barefoot down the great staircase. His laughter echoed off gilded mirrors and marble columns, a sound so innocent it felt like a revolt in a house constructed on steel and shadows. “Alexander!” Rosie’s voice trailed behind him, laughing too. “Shoes! What did I say about running like a little wolf?” He darted behind the banister."Wolves do not wear shoes!" She grabbed him at the stair foot and gently raised him in her arms, kissing his warm, drowsy cheek. Like childhood, like everything good she had ever dared to wish for, he smelt of honeyed milk and sunshine. She said, "You're six now," softly moving his dark hair off his forehead. “That’s ancient.” “Ancient?” he
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Chapter 91: A Long-Awaited Child
Outside the mansion, the night air smelt jasmine buds, and through the windows one could hear the soft rustle of trees. As a fire blazed in the fireplace, the luxurious sitting area glowed in warm, golden tones. The Levi family estate saw many important occasions with its lofty columns and extravagant furniture. None would be as significant, though, as the one in the way right now.Rosie sat by the large bay window in low light, her hands softly brushing a newborn draped in exquisite, pastel blue blankets. Her face exuded an unmistakable brightness, yet it was little worn with the minor exhaustion of delivery. Looking down at the small face peeping out from the swaddling, her heart grew with a love only a mother could experience. At last here was her long-awaited son, Alexander.Adam stood in the corner of the room, his massive form silhouetted against the flickering fire. Though he weighed his eyes, a calm delight that ran deeper than anything he had ever experienced, his face exuded
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Chapters 90: A New Beginning
Four years had spun their complex designs into the fabric of the Levi mansion. The enormous home was evidence of the passage of time with its soaring columns and vast gardens. Still, inside its boundaries, the dynamics had changed in minute, almost invisible terms. Adam Levi stayed a tower of strength and loyalty; his love for Rosie just got stronger every day. His love had not only survived but grown, like roots digging ever more into the ground. Now his eyes were softer, full of unspoken love, every touch a statement of his relentless dedication. Ever the picture of elegance, Rosie had found comfort in the daily grind. She cared for the flowers Adam had given her in the mornings, feeling the chilly ground between her hands. Afternoons were for melodies on the grand piano resonating through the hallways, the soothing tones warming the cold marble flooring. Still, something inside her stirred—a restlessness she could not quite identify—even as she had built a world of beauty all ab
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Chapter 89: In the Shadow of Legacy
Eventually, he relented.Adam Levi, once so firm in his resolve, stood before a mirror in a black suit that fit him too well. It wasn’t new. He hadn’t bothered with a custom tailoring for the occasion. What did it matter? Nothing about this day belonged to him—not really.Downstairs, the mansion pulsed with the sound of soft piano music, played by a hired musician Lili insisted on. She had a taste—refined, elegant, precise. She had orchestrated every detail of the wedding with the efficiency of someone born into this world, raised to carry it on her back.She entered the Levi family like water filling a glass—graceful, quiet, but impossible to ignore.She wore ivory, with glittering silver thread woven across it. Maybe it hung on her frame like the cloth had been spun particularly for her. Her golden hair put into a chignon exposed the sharp contours of her cheekbones, and she glided down the aisle with an elegance almost surreal. Blue eyes gleamed under the light of the chandelier—no
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Chapter 88: The Weight of Legacy
Months passed in silence between Adam and Rosie, like an old scar not healing. Adam had believed that time would help things to settle down, that the anguish of their hidden reality would lessen into something more doable. But it failed. It was never accomplished.Rather, the days merged into one another, mornings colder than yesterday. With her light and deliberate movements always just out of reach, Rosie walked across their mansion like a ghost. For his part, Adam submerged himself in the limitless obligations of the Levi empire. His father's loud and strong voice echoed in his memory every day, reminding him of what he had to do and what he needed to achieve. Still, there was something in the silence, the times Rosie was near when their eyes crossed a room and they didn't say but yet recognised each other, that felt like the beginning of something else. Not precisely, it was not love. not yet. But there was something more profound, something that descended below simple affection.
