All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Months had slipped by after Sofie came to the mansion, no sign of Max Carter ever since and this room had become my entire world. Once suffocating, the four walls now seemed almost familiar, but their confinement remained unchanged. I had felt seriously ill in the past few weeks, but thanks to Lucian's meticulous care and Vee's vigilant watch. I feel much better now. Yet despite my recovery, an invisible barrier still held me captive—the unspoken command of Alexander, who had ordered me to remain within this room. I sat in front of the mirror as Vee combed through my long, honey-toned hair. The afternoon light cast a soft glow on my skin, now radiant and healthy. But beneath the surface, a different ache had settled—a longing for freedom that grew more unbearable by the day. Vee, as always, worked with quiet precision, adjusting my dress and smoothing the fabric until every fold was flawless. As she tied the final ribbon around my waist, my frustration spilled over, my voice sharp an

“Dysis,” Alexander said at last, his voice low and velvety, carrying the weight of command yet softened by an undercurrent of something she couldn’t place. “You’re late.”She swallowed, trying to steady the flutter in her chest. “I wasn’t aware I was being timed.”A shadow of a smirk tugged at his lips, but it vanished almost as quickly as it appeared. He stepped forward, closing the remaining distance between them. His eyes swept over me briefly, not in judgment but with an intensity that left my feeling exposed, seen.“You’re here now,” he said simply, his tone quieter but no less firm.I nodded, my voice caught somewhere in my throat. I moved toward the car, but before I could reach the door, Alexander was already there, his hand resting lightly on the handle. He held it open for me, his gaze never leaving mine.“Go in.” He said almost like a command I hesitated, the silence thick with unspoken anticipation. I glanced at his outstretched hand, weighing the choice before me. Shoul

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

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

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