All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“What do you mean” dysis asked“That was someone easy who disguised themselves as Vee,” Alexander explains, his voice steady but laced with a rare softness as he held Dysis close to him. His icy-blue eyes flickered with a dangerous edge, his thoughts trailing back to the moment he uncovered the fake Vee. He had dealt with her swiftly, ensuring Dysis wouldn’t have to worry about her ever again. Dysis froze for a moment, a faint memory surfacing. The fake Vee had called her *Miss Salmon*. She frowned. Vee had never called her that—she always addressed her more familiarly, often dropping formalities altogether. The detail gnawed at her, making her chest tighten with unease. As Dysis sat on Alexander’s lap, still processing everything he’d said, she couldn’t help but notice his expression shifting. His usual calm demeanor had given way to something else—something she couldn’t quite place. “What’s wrong?” Dysis asked cautiously, her brow furrowing in concern. Alexander's jaw clen

Once they exited the mall, Alex chose to treat Dysis to dinner at one of the top restaurants in Ravenhold. The venue radiates sophistication, featuring gentle golden lights and a tranquil atmosphere that reflects a stark contrast to the day's turmoil. Alex booked a private dining room to guarantee their privacy. Dysis sat opposite him, her demeanor clearly downcast following the exhausting shopping excursion. Alex observed her restlessly moving her hands, her gaze fixated on the vacant plate in front of her. The server presented a beautifully designed piece of cake, adorned with ripe berries and a gentle drizzle of chocolate. Dysis was taken aback and blinked when it was set in front of her. “I didn’t order this,” she said, looking at Alex. “I did,” Alex replied casually, his voice low but firm. “You seem to like cake.” Initially uncertain, Dysis grabbed her fork and took a tiny bite. The cake's sweetness appeared to dissolve her sadness, and a gentle smile appeared on her face

There was a knock at the door. Dysis sat up from her bed, brushing her hair back. *Who could it be?* "Come in," she called. The door opened, and Selena stepped inside, followed by four other maids. "Good day, Lady Dysis," the maids greeted in unison, bowing respectfully. Selena offered a small smile. "We need to prepare you for a special occasion with the young master." Dysis blinked. *So that’s why he bought all those things… but what’s so special about this occasion?* Still, she knew one thing—she couldn’t refuse. She had been confined to this room ever since their shopping trip, and curiosity gnawed at her. With a silent nod, she allowed them to lead her into the bathroom. As they carefully removed her clothes, the warm air brushed against her bare skin, highlighting its smooth, milky tone. The maids worked efficiently, their movements practiced yet gentle, as if handling something precious.Steam curled through the air, thick with the scent of lavender and jasmine. The wa

The ballroom shone with gold and white hues, as crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow upon the guests, whose laughter and conversation resonated throughout the space. The string quartet performed gently in the background, a calming melody that seemed to wrap around the room like a comforting embrace. But for Dysis, everything felt overwhelming. The towering columns, the grand staircase, the glittering crowd—it all seemed like a blur as her focus remained on one person: Alexander.She had never seen him like this before. The usual cold, calculated mafia leader—capable of making even the bravest shudder with a single glance—was different tonight. There was a stillness in him, an almost tense calmness in the way he stood. His grip on her hand was firm enough to assert control, but there was something gentle in it, too, as if it was a subtle reminder that there was more to him than his ruthless reputation. As they walked through the sea of guests, Dysis couldn’t shake the feeling of the

The air in the ballroom crackled with an intensity that seemed to radiate from Alexander himself. His cold demeanor only grew sharper when Joe tried to approach him once again. Every attempt was met with a curt dismissal, Alexander's eyes distant, a silent barrier between them. The bond they once shared felt frayed, unraveling beyond repair, and Joe couldn't understand why his brother would push him away.Brayden, ever the innocent observer, hugged his uncle with unrestrained affection, his small arms wrapped tightly around Alexander's waist. But Alexander’s response was swift and brutal—he shoved Brayden aside, his fingers tightening on Dysis’s hand as he pulled her away. Brayden stood frozen, confusion and sadness clouding his young face.“I think I like her even more,” Brayden remarked softly to Joe, though there was no joy in his eyes—only an unsettling sense of loss.Joe’s lips twitched into a half-smile, but it faltered almost immediately. “You like everything Alexander likes,”