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Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire A Tensioned Dinner
"I'm not ignoring you," I answered, her tone cutting. "I simply have nothing to say." Alexander's keen eyes moved to her leg, where she had subtly hidden her foot under the table. "What happened to your leg?" he inquired, his voice relaxed yet tinged with worry. Heat flooded my cheeks, embarrassment engulfing me while I struggled to find a response. “It’s not a big deal,” I responded swiftly, attempting to dismiss it. Alexander raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “You’re wearing those heels. They can’t be comfortable.”I looked at her footwear—beautiful, strappy heels in a deep shade of red that matched her dress perfectly. The intricate straps intertwined gracefully around her ankles, while the tapered toes extended her legs, giving her a sense of strength and vulnerability. However, in spite of their elegance, the shoes squeezed her feet, and she let out a sigh. They were the sole shoes Vee had taken with the dress, leaving her without another option. “They’re just a bit…
Last Updated : 2025-01-15Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire A Toast to Chaos
When left alone at the table, I begin to reflect on how far I’ve come since being thrust into Alexander’s world. The strawberry cake, while a brief comfort, symbolizes the fleeting moments of joy amidst chaos. I think about the heels and the dress—reminders of how I’ve been forced to adapt to a life that wasn’t mine. As the atmosphere grows heavier, I vow to maintain my spirit despite the weight of my circumstances. My resilience, juxtaposed with my growing feelings for Alexander, becomes more pronounced. I question his intentions, his world, and the cost of staying under his protection.Moments later, he returned, his usual expression unreadable.“You always seem so serious,” I said, leaning forward on the table, my voice softer than I intended. “What would it take to make you actually smile?”Alexander’s icy-blue eyes flickered to mine, his face a mask of indifference. “I don’t waste energy on things like that,” he replied coolly, leaning back in his chair as if the very thought o
Last Updated : 2025-01-17Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire The Enemy’s Plot
The gentle purr of the car engine resonated softly in the night, merging with the rhythmic whispers of Dysis’s calm breathing. From the driver’s seat, Alexander glanced at her, noticing her head tilted slightly in his direction, with strands of her honey-brown hair cascading over her face. Her cheeks retained a rosy hue from the wine, and a serene look occupied her face, absent of the defensive defiance she usually exhibited. As the Levi mansion appeared, Alexander's hold on the steering wheel grew firmer. The words she’d murmured before drifting off remained in his thoughts like a lingering tune. *Please don’t hit me, Dad… I’m sorry.* He couldn’t dispel the rage it provoked—an anger aimed not at her, but at the man who caused her suffering. Pulling into the circular driveway, he brought the car to a halt. Exiting quietly, Alexander moved to her side and opened the door. Dysis didn’t stir as he reached down to lift her, her head naturally nestling against his shoulder. She felt ligh
Last Updated : 2025-01-17Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Fractured Control
I woke to a dull ache in my head, the soft golden light making my disorientation worse. Blinking, I tried to remember where I was. The last thing I recalled was... Alexander. His piercing blue eyes. His arms around me. And then—nothing. A soft knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. “Come in,” I called out, my voice shaky. A maid entered with a tray of water and aspirin, setting it on the bedside table without a word. I didn’t ask any questions, still trying to piece together what had happened. After she left, I swung my legs off the bed, the cool floor beneath my feet grounding me. My foot throbbed from the shoes, adding to the confusion. “What happened?” I whispered to myself, my heart racing. “I don’t remember anything after dinner.” Running a hand through my hair, I tried to recall how I ended up here. The last clear memory was Alexander carrying me, his arms steady as my body trembled.- - - Back in alex study, Alexander sighed, running a hand through his alre
Last Updated : 2025-01-17Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Shattered Reflections
"Don't wander off. I’ll meet you in an hour," Alexander said as he handed Vee his sleek black card, his tone clipped. His icy-blue eyes flicked to Dysis briefly, softening for a fraction of a second. "Get what you need. Vee, stay with her."Dysis hesitated, the weight of his gaze making her stomach churn. “Are you not coming with us?”“I have something to take care of,” he replied, his voice firm. Without waiting for her response, he turned and strode toward the parking lot, his tailored coat billowing behind him.“Come on,” Vee said, her tone softening as she tugged Dysis toward the glass doors of the luxury mall. “Let’s get those shoes sorted out.”The mall was bustling, its opulent atmosphere overwhelming. Chandeliers sparkled above them, and polished marble floors reflected the designer stores on every corner. Dysis felt out of place in her worn sneakers and simple dress, but Vee’s confident stride gave her the courage to follow.---Inside a boutique with walls lined in expensive
Last Updated : 2025-01-18Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire The Price of Betrayal
The Levi mansion loomed with an oppressive silence, its grandeur overshadowed by secrets. Alexander sat at his desk, his expression a mask of calm, as John handed him the report.Thomas Salmon was dead. The cause of his demise was murky.Leaning back in his chair, Alexander’s icy-blue eyes narrowed. Dysis didn’t need to know. The man who had sold her like a commodity wasn’t worth mourning. But the thought of her learning the truth from someone else gnawed at him. It was a small fear he’d never admit, but he couldn’t push it aside.“Dispose of this,” Alexander said flatly, pushing the report toward John.John hesitated, glancing at the file before meeting his gaze. “Sir, if Max Carter is involved—”“For now, this stays between us,” Alexander cut him off, his voice hard.John nodded, the tension in the air palpable as he left. Alexander remained, alone with his thoughts. For the first time in a long while, his mind was consumed with guilt, an unfamiliar and unwelcome feeling.**Dysis h
Last Updated : 2025-01-18Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire The kidnap
Dysis reclined in the chair, her fingers gliding along the spine of the book on her lap. The words merged into one, her thoughts wandering as she attempted to concentrate on the tale, yet Sofie’s voice resonated in her head, unyielding.“Know your place, slave.” The phrase lingered like a poisonous whisper, each repetition a cruel reminder of the tension between her and Sofie. Dysis clenched her jaw, forcing herself to push the memory aside. She had to stop thinking about it, stop letting it consume her. Sofie's presence merely reinforced the power dynamic she could never evade in this world. She turned the page of the book, but the words didn’t sink in. Instead, her thoughts surged, attempting to understand all that had transpired—the increasing unease she experienced in Sofie’s presence, the instances when Alexander’s focus appeared to waver, and the oppressive burden of an unexpressed tension among them. “What type of connection do Alex and Sofie share, anyway?” she whispered t
Last Updated : 2025-01-19Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire The Hunt Begins
Alexander Levi was heading home, the soft drone of his car and the city lights blurring by providing scant comfort to the fatigue pulling at him. He had recently departed from the firm after a taxing day, his mind consumed by an increasing discomfort he couldn’t disregard. His phone buzzed loudly on the console, its vibration disturbing the quiet. He kept his gaze on the road while reaching for it and pressing the call button. “Milo,” he said, his tone composed but tinged with a subtle command. However, Milo’s voice on the other line was far from calm. “Sir, there’s an issue.” Alexander's grip on the wheel became firmer. "Speak?" "It is Dysis." "She’s missing." The vehicle jolts a bit as Alexander suddenly stops, his heart racing in his chest. "What do you imply by *missing*?" “She’s gone,” Milo said, frustration and panic bleeding into his tone. “Her personal guard, Vee, was last seen escorting her out of the mansion, but they never made it back. None of our teams can track he
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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
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
