All Chapters of Claimed by the ruthless Mafia Lord: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alex’s POVThe morning after the attack, I woke to the quiet tension that had filled the house. Kelly was still asleep, her figure serene in the soft morning light. For a moment, I let myself breathe. I needed this—the calm before the storm.Downstairs in my office, Marcus and Daniela were already waiting for me. The air was charged with unspoken thoughts.“Boss,” Marcus began, “we finished going through the car and found this.”He handed me a manila folder.I flipped it open, scanning the contents. My stomach twisted into a knot as I read the message inside:“Hello, Alex. You thought I’d fade into the shadows, but I always leave a trail. Evidence of your little empire’s skeletons is in my hands. I’m not looking to sell it to the authorities yet... but I want you to think carefully about what I can do with it. Choose wisely, darling. Gina.”Attached were photos of documents—some real, others fabricated—that painted a damning picture of my business dealings. She had also included incri

Kelly’s POVAs I walked back into the mansion, my heart was still racing from the confrontation with Gina. Every word of our exchange replayed in my mind like a warning siren. I couldn’t let her get to me or Alex. My resolve was firm, but I couldn’t ignore the sense of foreboding creeping up my spine.I pushed open the door, determined to shake off the unease. To my surprise, Alex was standing by the doorway, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. The intensity in his eyes made my steps falter.“Alex,” I said softly, my voice betraying my nervousness. “I didn’t know you’d be waiting here.” Was he listening all this while?He didn’t respond immediately, his piercing gaze locked on mine. My heart sank. Had he heard? “Say something,” I screamed in my head.“You called Gina,” he said evenly, though there was an edge to his tone.I froze, the blood draining from my face. “You—uh—you heard?” I made myself walk closer in order to not show how shaken I am thinking he's about to pick an offe

Alex’s POVI sat across from Kelly, watching her sift through the shopping bags scattered across the floor. She had an almost childlike excitement, carefully pulling out each item as if she were rediscovering them. "How many more bags do we have?" she asked, tossing a playful glance my way. "Too many," I replied, grinning. "But every single one was worth it." She held up the shimmering silver gown, the one that had everyone in the boutique staring. "This one... I still can't believe you picked it." "Why not?" I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. "It’s you. Bold. Stunning. Unforgettable." Her cheeks flushed, but she quickly masked it by holding the dress against herself and twirling. "You’re laying it on thick tonight, Alex." "Is it working?" I teased. She shrugged, smirking. "Maybe." Just as she was about to sit, my phone buzzed on the coffee table. The sharp vibration cut through the room's cozy ambiance. Kelly’s eyes flicked to the screen. "Work?" she asked, her

Kelly’s POVI opened my eyes and found out it was morning.Alex’s arms were still wrapped around me as I stirred awake, his steady breathing tickling the back of my neck.“You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice still husky with sleep.“Barely,” I replied, snuggling closer. “It feels too early to get up.”“That’s because it is,” he said with a low chuckle. “But you have to. Work calls, doesn’t it?”“Why do you always ruin perfectly good mornings with the mention of work?” I teased, turning in his arms to face him.“Because I’m the responsible one here,” he said smugly, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.I rolled my eyes. “Right, Mr. Responsible. Weren’t you the same person who tried to convince me to skip work last week for a spontaneous road trip?”“Guilty as charged,” he admitted, grinning. “But that’s because I wanted to spend more time with you.”“And now you’re rushing me out of bed. Make it make sense, Alex.”He laughed, his blue eyes sparkling. “Fine, stay in bed. But d

Kelly’s POVThe night wasn't so long, not enough for me; I still wanted to sleep more, but the sun was up already, painting my bedroom in soft golden hues. I didn't close the curtain well last night. I stretched lazily, my fingers grazing the edge of the velvet box that housed the ring. Alex had insisted I wear it today, but every time I looked at it, I felt a mixture of emotions. Commitment, pride, and a tiny twinge of fear. It wasn’t that I wasn’t ready for this next chapter with him, but wearing the ring to work felt like inviting unnecessary attention. Take that IT dude, for example; he's a bit cute, but Alex would eat him raw.Still, I picked it up and slid it onto my finger. It fit perfectly, the solitaire diamond catching the morning light and casting little rainbows on the walls. For a moment, I admired how it looked on me. It screamed elegance, power, and, of course, Alex’s unwavering love.But then, doubt crept in.“What if it causes a scene? What if people start whispering,