All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The melodies danced in the atmosphere, while the graceful murmur of dialogue and joy intertwined with the rhythm. Visitors spun and glided around the dance floor, their motions smooth and untroubled, their giggles joyful. Dysis, on the other hand, stayed planted in place, her eyes sweeping the room, yet her body stayed motionless, as if she were out of place. She scanned the crowd until her gaze landed on Alexander, who was casually leaning against a pillar at the edge. His stance was easygoing, yet a chill in his gaze appeared to dismiss the celebratory spirit surrounding him. He stood as a glacier in the heat of the celebration. He wasn't even paying attention to the dancers. Instead, he scanned the room with a sense of apathy, his icy-blue eyes capturing the attention of several women who, evidently fascinated, flitted nearby, attempting to attract his focus. “Don't even consider it,” Alexander's voice cut into her thoughts, surprising her with its icy smoothness. Dysis blinked,

The tension in the room was almost palpable—a heavy, suffocating silence draped over the gathering after Lili’s stern command for Dysis to apologize. Dysis stood with quiet defiance etched in her eyes, every muscle taut as if bracing against the crushing weight of judgment. But before she could decide what to do, a small, unexpected voice sliced through the silence like a blade."She’s lying!"The exclamation was so sudden, so clear, that the room itself seemed to jolt. Every eye snapped toward the source—a little boy with tousled blond hair and wide, earnest eyes that shone with both confusion and an unyielding determination far beyond his years. Brayden.Dysis’s breath hitched.She had expected scorn. More accusations. Maybe even Alexander’s cold indifference. But not this. Not him.Brayden stepped forward, his tiny feet pattering softly against the polished floor. The murmurs around them died down, fading into a reverent hush as if the very walls of the mansion knew that something

The party had descended into a low hum of whispers as the last guests made their way toward the exit. The evening, meant to be a celebration, had become a spectacle of half-spoken truths and mounting tensions. The question on everyone’s mind, though unspoken, was clear: What did Dysis really mean to Alexander Levi?As Alexander and Dysis stood by the grand doorway, ready to leave the mansion, the weight of the night seemed to press down on them both. Dysis’s mind raced, still processing the stares, the whispered gossip, and, most significantly, the possessive look Alexander had given her earlier. Despite her growing connection to him, the entire evening had left her uneasy, as if everything around them was shifting. “Are we really leaving?” she asked, her voice softer than she intended. Alexander, ever the enigma, met her eyes with his usual unreadable expression. “We are.” She gave him a brief nod, turning her attention to the large wooden doors ahead. But just as they were abo

He caught it effortlessly—of course he did—and raised an amused brow. “Violence? After everything I just did for you?” “You call making fun of me ‘helping’?” she snapped, burying herself deeper under the covers. “And don’t act like killing a spider is some grand heroic act. You were probably just showing off.” Alexander smirked, tossing the pillow onto the bed. “If I was showing off, I’d have made sure you were watching.” Dysis let out an exasperated groan and turned away from him, pulling the blanket over her head. This man is impossible.A beat of silence passed. Then she heard the rustle of fabric, followed by the dip of the mattress. Her body went rigid. He was on the bed. “W-what do you think you’re doing?” Her voice was unexpectedly high-pitched, causing embarrassment. Alexander reclined against the headboard, extending himself next to her as if he were meant to be there. “Getting comfortable.” Dysis peeked out from under the blanket and glared at him. “Go to your

The morning sunlight streamed through the grand windows of the Levi estate as a maid carefully fastened the last button on Dysis’s dress. It was a gentle, flowing garment featuring an intricate floral pattern, the material airy against her skin. It was a gentle, flowing garment featuring an intricate floral pattern, the material airy against her skin. The soft pastel shades complemented her, giving her an elegant yet subtle look—precisely the type of presence that wouldn’t attract excessive attention. "You look lovely, miss," the maid remarked respectfully, stepping back to appreciate her handwork.Dysis managed a small smile. "Thank you."A knock at the door interrupted them, and another maid stepped in, bowing slightly. "Miss Dysis, Lady Lili has requested your presence at the dining table for breakfast with the family."Dysis blinked. "She… requested me?"The maid nodded. "She wishes to apologize for her behavior at the party."An apology? That surprised her. She hadn't had much i