All Chapters of Four Heirs Claimed On My Babies: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The BetrayalNight descended like a shroud over our makeshift headquarters, and the tension crackled in the air. The plans were set, and each member of our group had a role to play. I felt a sense of purpose coursing through me, but it was quickly overshadowed by the anxiety gnawing at my insides.As we prepared to execute our strategy, I pulled Mia aside once more. “I need you to promise me something,” I said, keeping my voice low. “If you’re hiding something, or if you’re working with Lorenzo—”“I’m not!” she interrupted, her eyes flashing with indignation. “I’m here to help you, Elena. I care about your children.”“Then prove it,” I replied, my voice firm. “Show me that you’re loyal.”Before she could respond, a loud crash echoed from outside, and I felt my heart stop. The sound of shouts and gunfire rang out, slicing through the stillness of the night. “Lorenzo’s here!” Dante yelled, his face pale. “Everyone, get into position!”The room erupted into chaos as we scrambled to our

The Unraveling TruthThe hours crawled by, each second stretching into an eternity as we huddled in the small room, waiting for any sign of movement outside. Mia had set up a perimeter alarm—an old trick from our days of living on the run—and now we just had to wait and hope it would hold.But my mind wouldn’t rest. Luca’s actions had saved my life, but they had also raised a hundred new questions. Why had he shot Lorenzo? What had really happened between them? And why did it feel like this was only the beginning of something far darker?I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was missing something crucial.The door creaked open slightly, and I jumped, my hand going instinctively to the gun at my side. But it was only Luca, slipping inside as quietly as a shadow. His clothes were stained with blood, and there was a haunted look in his eyes.“What happened?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Luca’s gaze flicked to Mia, who gave him a brief nod before leaving the room, giving us spa

Gathering the KingsThe first to arrive was Dante. His imposing figure cast long shadows across the dusty room as he approached me, his eyes sharp with suspicion. The memory of our last confrontation still lingered between us, a wound that hadn’t yet healed. But now, I needed him.“Elena,” Dante growled, his voice rough with mistrust. “What is this? Why bring us all together again?”I met his gaze, unflinching. “Because we have a common enemy. Lorenzo’s dead, but his plan isn’t. His allies will come for us, for our children. And unless we unite, we’re all as good as dead.”Dante scoffed. “You expect us to trust you? After everything?”“I don’t expect trust,” I said coldly. “I expect survival. I’m giving you the chance to protect what’s yours. Take it or leave it.”Before Dante could reply, Aleksandr entered the room, his presence as cold and calculating as ever. He observed the tension between Dante and me with a slight smirk, as if the chaos amused him.“Ah, Elena,” Aleksandr purred,

The TrapThe aftermath of the attack was brutal. We had lost too many men, and despite crippling Maletti’s operations, we hadn’t won. The fourth man had been there, watching, waiting. It was a reminder that we were playing his game now, not ours.We regrouped in a safe house outside the city, tension hanging thick in the air. Dante paced the room, furious, while Aleksandr sat in cold silence, his eyes fixed on the map spread out before him.“We were set up,” Dante growled. “Maletti’s men were too prepared. Someone tipped them off.”“You think one of us is a traitor?” Aleksandr asked, his voice low.Dante glared at him. “I don’t know. But someone knew we were coming.”I sat in the corner, my mind still racing. The fourth man had been there, but why? What was his plan? What did he want?“Enough,” I said, standing. “This isn’t getting us anywhere. We need to focus on the real enemy.”“The fourth man,” Luca said quietly, his eyes meeting mine.I nodded. “He’s been controlling this from th

The ShowdownThe villa was a labyrinth of stone walls and echoes. Every footstep reverberated through the cavernous halls, masked by the relentless symphony of gunfire outside. I pressed my back against the rough surface of a column, my breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. The adrenaline flooding my veins was the only thing keeping me on my feet, but it wasn’t enough to stave off the gnawing sense of dread clawing at my mind.Luca and the fourth man—the shadow who had orchestrated so much of the chaos—were making their escape. I could see them through the smoke and debris, slipping through the fray like ghosts. I couldn’t let them leave. Not after everything. Not with the truth still hanging in the air, unspoken but undeniable.I clenched my jaw, pushing off the column and moving forward, slipping between the cracks of the chaos. My heart pounded in rhythm with the distant gunfire as I navigated through the maze of hallways. I kept low, letting the confusion and frenzy of the fight