All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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

Dysis’s thoughts raced as she devised a frantic strategy. She leaned back against the wall, feigning sleep as she heard the footsteps of one of Max's bodyguards getting closer. The lock snapped, and the stout door groaned as it opened. “Food,” the man growled roughly, setting a tray down on the table. Dysis remained motionless, breathing steadily, her heart racing within her chest. She could sense the ribbon pressing into her wrists, so tightly that the skin was starting to tear, blood running down her hands. The bodyguard approached, bending down to see if she was alert. It was this moment or not at all. Gathering all her power, Dysis raised her restrained hands, surprising him with a sudden blow to his face. He staggered backward with a grunt, and before he had a chance to regain his balance, she pushed him with her shoulder, causing him to slam into the table. Adrenaline rushed within her as she ran toward the door. She banged it closed behind her and secured it with shaky fin

Max was seated at his desk, sleeves pushed up, carefully wiping the blood from his hands using a white handkerchief. The red marks blotted across the cloth, a glaring reminder of his cruelty. The slight metallic odor hung in the atmosphere as he took off a handcuff from his wrist, its edges still stained with Vee’s blood. The door slowly opened with a creak, revealing a guard who entered, his face white and his hands trembling. He hesitated, unsure if interrupting Max in such a moment was wise. “Speak,” Max growled without looking up, his voice low and menacing. The guard gulped, the words catching in his throat. “Another attack on the territory, boss,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Max finally stopped, folding the bloodied handkerchief with an eerie calmness. He stood and turned to face the guard, his eyes narrowing. The faint click of his shoes against the floor as he moved closer made the guard’s knees weak. “Again?” Max muttered, his tone sharp enough

The sound of Alexander’s car engine pierced the quiet night as he arrived at one of Lucian’s private hospitals. The tires squealed to a stop, and he got out, holding Dysis in his arms as if she were the most delicate object in existence. His icy-blue eyes, piercing and deliberate, appeared tranquil at first glance, yet a deeper examination exposed the tempest brewing within. His jaw was clenched, his shoulders rigid, and his hold on her revealed an uncommon vulnerability—one he couldn't allow himself to recognize. Lucian was already waiting by the entrance, alerted to their arrival moments before. His normally composed expression faltered as he took in the sight of Alexander. There was something different in the man’s demeanor tonight—an energy Lucian couldn’t quite place, but it set him on edge. “This way,” Lucian remarked, guiding Alexander through the tranquil, clinical hallway. His voice remained calm, but the slight shake in his hand as he opened the door revealed his discomf

The study of the Levi estate was immersed in soft golden light, creating elongated shadows over the bookshelves that adorned the walls. Adam Levi sat behind his grand oak desk, an imposing figure, his dark eyes cold and calculating. Facing him, Milo Thorne remained rigid, gripping his tablet as if it were a barrier. A noticeable tension filled the room as the seconds elongated into silence. "So," Adam finally spoke, his voice calm but laced with sharp authority. "She’s Thomas’s daughter?" Milo swallowed hard. Adam’s gaze was heavy, the weight of decades of power and ruthlessness behind it. The young secretary nodded. "Yes sir , sir," he replied, his tone calm even with the tight knot growing in his chest. Adam reclined in his chair, clasping his hands in his lap, his face conveying no emotions. For a moment, he said nothing, simply staring at the screen Milo had shown him moments earlier. A picture of Dysis filled the display—a candid shot taken from one of the estate’s securi