All Chapters of Four Heirs Claimed On My Babies: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Shadows of VictoryThe city lights flickered like ghosts in the distance, casting long shadows as Elena and Luca drove away from the warehouse. The adrenaline of the battle was fading, replaced by a silence that seemed to envelop them both. The weight of Grimaldi's death hung in the air, a hollow victory that offered no real sense of closure.Luca glanced at Elena from the driver’s seat, his face set in a hard, unreadable expression. He had been there through every step of this bloody journey, fighting alongside her in the streets and the shadows. Now, with Grimaldi gone, one of their biggest threats was eliminated, yet the war didn’t feel won.“You did what had to be done,” Luca said softly, breaking the silence, his voice steady as he kept his eyes on the road.“I know,” Elena whispered back, her gaze focused out the window, lost in the passing lights. "But I can't shake the feeling that this isn't over. That it will never be over."Luca tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his

The Enemy WithinThe calm after their victory was short-lived. The morning after the takedown of Salvatore’s operation, Elena awoke to the sound of muffled voices downstairs, tension thick in the air. Something was wrong. She quickly dressed and made her way down the stairs, where Dante, Luca, and Aleksandr were gathered around the dining table, their faces grim.“What’s going on?” she asked, her voice cutting through the murmur of conversation.Dante looked up at her, his dark eyes shadowed with worry. “We’ve got a problem. There’s been an attack on one of our safe houses.”Elena’s heart skipped a beat. “Which one?”Luca stepped forward, his expression serious. “The one where we were keeping your children.”The room spun for a second, and Elena had to grip the back of a chair to steady herself. “Are they—?”“They’re safe,” Luca said quickly, sensing her panic. “The children were moved before the attack. But whoever hit the safe house knew it was one of our locations.”Aleksandr leane

The Price of BetrayalThe figure stepped further into the light, and Elena's stomach dropped. It was Dominic, one of Dante's most trusted lieutenants. He had been with them through thick and thin, a fixture in their circle, always ready to fight for their cause. Elena’s mind reeled, trying to process the betrayal unfolding before her eyes.Dominic’s face was calm, his expression unreadable as he approached the center of the warehouse. The silence in the room was deafening, every breath drawn tight with tension. Elena glanced at Dante, who stood frozen beside her, his face pale with shock and fury.“How could you?” Dante finally growled, his voice a low rumble of disbelief. His fingers twitched at his side, dangerously close to the gun holstered at his waist. “After everything we’ve been through?”Dominic’s lips curled into a faint smile, one that chilled Elena to the core. “It’s nothing personal, Dante. It’s just business. You know how this world works.”Elena stepped forward, her voi

The Web TightensThe safe house was stifling in its silence, every breath heavy with tension and the weight of what had just happened. Elena could still feel the pulse of adrenaline coursing through her veins, her mind racing with the aftermath of Dominic’s betrayal. Betrayal always left a mark, but this time, it was personal—too close, too painful. The man who had stood by Dante’s side for years had turned out to be their enemy, a pawn of the elusive fourth man.As Dante barked orders to his men, Elena pulled herself away from the group, moving toward a quiet corner where she could think. She leaned against the cold stone wall, eyes closed, trying to steady her breathing. Everything was spiraling out of control, and the clock was ticking faster than ever. The fourth man wasn’t just playing games anymore; he was coming for all of them, and he was making it clear that no one was safe.Luca approached her quietly, his presence grounding her in the moment. “You okay?” he asked, his voice

Closing In IIHours later, Elena and Dante pulled up to the club, the night heavy with tension. The neon lights flickered above the entrance, casting long shadows on the wet pavement. The place was packed, music thumping from inside as people milled around, unaware of the undercurrents of danger that flowed beneath the surface.“We’re not here for a scene,” Dante muttered as they approached the entrance, his eyes scanning the crowd for familiar faces. “Maletti’s people will be inside, but we can’t afford to draw attention. We go in, find our target, and get out.”Elena nodded, adjusting the collar of her jacket to hide the gun tucked at her side. “Let’s hope they’re in a talkative mood.”They slipped into the club, blending into the throng of people. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and sweat, the music pounding in their ears as they moved through the crowd. Elena kept her eyes sharp, scanning for any sign of Maletti’s men.After a few tense minutes, they spotted their targ