All Chapters of Mafia’s Claim! Crazy Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Josh (Mia's father) point of view My wife demanded that I borrow money from Bryan, my boss. Rukky needed money to deal with a serious situation she had gotten herself into, and my wife encouraged me to take out a loan. And now he wants any one of my daughters in exchange for his money. Well, I won't mind handing him Mia in exchange for my dear life. After all, she's doing nothing in my house except cursing issues. I'm sure my house will be wonderfully tranquil after she departs. The cab driver stopped at my house, and I paid him before heading inside. "Where is Mia?" I questioned as soon as my wife Linda opened the door. I didn't have much time to spare to avert Lord Bryan's wrath. His rage is horrible and hardly worth writing about. "Won't you get inside your house, before thinking of asking about that wretched girl?"She gritted her teeth with spite. I completely understand my wife. She must be astonished by my sudden inquiry regarding Mia. Before today, I wo

Mia’s Point of View The moment I looked into his eyes, it was like being hit by a thunderstorm. They were so dark, so cold, that I could feel them pierce right through me. His gaze was intense, unwavering, like he was studying every detail of my existence. I flinched and quickly lowered my eyes, scanning the floor, desperate to avoid the weight of his stare. How can someone be this handsome and yet have eyes so devoid of warmth? How could anyone have eyes that could freeze a person in place? The more I thought about it, the more I wondered: Is he even human? I couldn’t help but think about his eyes. They were dark pools, deep and suffocating, as though they held secrets too dangerous for anyone to uncover. I had to shake myself out of my daze. What was wrong with me? Why was I so mesmerized by someone who radiated nothing but power and coldness? Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps retreating. I dared a quick glance up, just in time to see him standing by the window, his

Mrs. Johnson Chapman “Alicia, are the meals ready yet? Bryan will be here any moment, and you know how he gets when he’s hungry,” I asked the head cook, who’d been with our family for over ten years. Her once jet-black hair was streaked with gray now, showing how much time had passed.“Oh yes, Mrs. Johnson. The table is all set,” Alicia replied with a warm smile.“Good. Once he arrives, send a maid to fetch me immediately,” I instructed, sitting on the edge of my bed with my phone in hand.“Yes, ma’am,” she said, bowing slightly before walking out of the room.I couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. Bryan hadn’t been home for months, and with each passing day, his father grew more impatient. I knew how stubborn my son was, but I also knew how to handle him.A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. “Ma’am, Sir Bryan has arrived,” a maid informed me.I straightened up immediately. “I’m coming,” I replied, heading toward the living room.As I entered, I spotted him l

Mia“Miss, Miss, please wake up. It’s morning already.”I groaned softly as the maid’s voice tugged me out of my peaceful sleep. For the first time in forever, I’d slept like a baby. The mattress beneath me felt like clouds, and the pillow cradled my head in perfect comfort.“Uhm, good morning,” I mumbled groggily, rubbing my eyes and stretching my arms.The maid stood patiently, giving me a small nod. “You need to have your bath now, Miss,” she said, walking toward the bathroom.I frowned at her words, still a little disoriented. Do they really expect me to get used to this? For them bathing me or more? Never!“Wait, are you going to run the bath for me or something? Perhaps, bath me up again today like I’m some little disabled child, huh?” I asked, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.She didn’t answer, instead she disappeared into the bathroom leaving me in awe, staring at the door intently. A moment later, I heard the sound of running water.This is so Unbelievable and unaccep

Bryan’s POVI clenched my fists, barely containing my frustration. Gosh, this woman is relentless.I thought switching off my phone would keep her at bay, but no—here she was, standing in my house uninvited.“Come on, Bryan, there’s no need to ask how I found your address,” my mother said, her tone too cheerful for my liking.“The important thing is that we’re here now, right, Fiona?”She nudged the woman standing beside her—the same irritating, overly made-up woman she was pushing as my so-called future wife.Fiona smiled coyly, and I suppressed a groan.Of all the women in the world, my mother had to choose this one. Her persistence was grating, but I wasn’t about to let her win.“Listen, I don’t—”“Later, son,” my mother interrupted, waving dismissively.“Why don’t you two spend some time together? I’ll just be outside admiring my son’s beautiful mansion.”With that, she nudged Fiona toward me and left the room, clearly satisfied with herself.I scowled after her retreating figure,