All Chapters of Mafia’s Claim! Crazy Obsession : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Fiona stepped into the house, letting out a long sigh as she dropped her bag on the couch. The cool evening breeze had helped clear her mind, but the frustration still sat heavy on her chest. The engagement her parents had forced on her felt like a chain around her neck, tightening with every second.She flopped onto the couch, rubbing her temples. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she muttered to herself. Just then, her phone rang.She glanced at the screen—Rolly.Fiona hesitated for a second before picking up. “Hey, what’s up?”“Fiona! You won’t believe this!” Rolly’s voice came through, frantic.Fiona sat up, immediately alert. “What happened?”“It’s Melvin! I think he’s with another woman right now!”Fiona frowned. “Rolly, calm down. What makes you think that?”“I just saw his car parked outside an eatery! I swear it’s his! And I have a feeling he’s inside with someone.”Fiona sighed, trying to keep her voice steady. “Rolly, maybe it’s not what you think. He might just be out

Fiona woke up that morning to the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the sheer white curtains of her luxurious bedroom. Blinking a few times, she stretched lazily before sitting up in bed. A smirk crept onto her lips as she turned her head toward the large mirror across the room. Her dark brown eyes gleamed with mischief as she stared at her reflection. Today was the day she would set her plan into motion.Swinging her legs off the bed, she walked over to the mirror, her silk nightgown flowing around her. She ran a hand through her perfectly styled waves, letting out a satisfied sigh. “Today is the day, Fiona,” she whispered to herself, tilting her head slightly. “Everything will go exactly as planned.”With a determined look in her eyes, she turned and headed for the bathroom. The large marble space was as luxurious as the rest of the house, with gold accents and a massive bathtub in the center. She opted for a quick shower instead of a bath, eager to get her day started.

Rolly’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What? How is that even possible? You and Bryan have never had anything to do with each other! So how could you possibly be pregnant with his child?”Fiona clenched her fists, her eyes brimming with fury and unshed tears. “Stop talking about things you don’t know, Rolly,” she snapped. “The day we caught that bitch with your boyfriend? That was the day I seduced Bryan. I made sure he had no choice but to sleep with me.” Her voice shook with rage. “But now, he denies it! He even told his mother that that bitch is carrying his child—when I’m the one pregnant for him!”Rolly felt her blood boil at Fiona’s words. “That bitch is pregnant? Oh my God. Do you think she’s gonna lie to my boyfriend too? What if she tells Michael that she’s carrying his child?” Rolly’s hands trembled as she clenched her fingers into tight fists. “I swear to God, Fiona, I’ll kill her! She’s ruined everything for us! Michael has already taken care of your so-called fiancé… now

Melvin’s grip tightened around the steering wheel as he watched the two black-tinted cars speed past him toward the warehouse. He had put a call to the police and actually packed at a side waiting for their arrival when the car drove pass him.His jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together in frustration. “How dare that bastard follow him here? Who the hell did he think he was?” He yelled through gritted teeth.His blood boiled as his knuckles turned white from how hard he was squeezing the wheel. His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out the sounds of the city as fury consumed him. “That motherfucker!” he spat, his voice a low growl. “He thinks he can just take Mia away from me? No way in hell! I’m in her life now and we are going to battle for her.”Melvin stomped on the gas pedal, his car surging forward with a roar as he sped after Lord Bryan’s vehicles. His tires screeched against the pavement as he swerved dangerously around a corner, heart hammering in his chest. His pla

The drive to the hospital was chaotic. The car sped through the streets, the driver pushing the limits of speed, but Lord Bryan barely noticed. His entire focus was on Mia, who lay unconscious in his arms, her body limp, her dress soaked with blood. His hands were slick with it, his heart pounding with fear. He pressed her closer, feeling the faint rise and fall of her chest. She was alive—but for how long?As soon as the car screeched to a stop in front of the hospital, Lord Bryan threw the door open and stepped out, still carrying Mia in his arms. His entire body was tense, his pulse roaring in his ears. Nurses and doctors, already alerted by his urgent call, rushed forward with a stretcher.“She’s lost a lot of blood!” one of the nurses called out, moving swiftly to assist.Lord Bryan gently laid Mia down, his fingers lingering on her cold skin before the medical team whisked her away into the emergency ward. He took a step forward, as if to follow, but the doors shut in his face,