All Chapters of Claimed By My Mafia Stepson : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

And there and then, Genevieve settled on the decision to tell them the truth—even though it was only half. What if opening up meant giving she would be giving them leverage over her? If things went well, the opposite could happen and she wouldn’t just gain two friends—she’d have allies who could make her life in this dangerous world more bearable. And maybe, just maybe, when the time came to reveal the true reason behind her actions or she ever found the courage to trust them fully, they might even choose to help her.She took a deep breath, steadying herself before offering a small smile. "You're right. I didn't come here, or marry your father, by choice." That much was true. While she had expected to be bought by someone, she never could have imagined ending up in the hands of a man like Roberto Visconti."I was auctioned off to him last night," she admitted, her voice quieter now. "I... I'm sorry, but I can't share much about my life before that or how I ended up at the auction—"

Genevieve was greeted by the scent of freshly ground coffee and warm pastries, as she stepped into The Whispering Cup. The soft hum of conversation blended with the quiet hiss of the espresso machine, creating an inviting yet lively atmosphere. Warm lighting bathed the space in a golden glow, reflecting off the dark wooden tables and the vintage brass fixtures that adorned the walls.Near the entrance, an elderly man sat alone by the window, his fingers slowly turning the pages of an old novel, a half-empty cup of black coffee beside him. A group of college students occupied a corner booth, their laughter occasionally breaking through the mellow jazz playing overhead. The café had the kind of charm that made it easy to disappear into; perfect for what Genevieve and her aunt had needed when they chose this place as their relaxing point after their morning runs. But in the end, no matter how well a pretty girl was hidden, she could never stay unnoticed for long. Behind the bar, a young

And then, just when Genevieve thought things were finally going well, all hell broke loose.Scattered throughout the room, several guests positioned at strategic points discarded their party attire, revealing dark clothing and bulletproof vests beneath. In a synchronized motion, weapons were drawn, their cold barrels gleaming under the chandelier lights. Tables were overturned, glasses shattered against marble floors, and the once joyous atmosphere erupted into chaos as terrified guests screamed in panic.The deafening applause and cheers that filled the hall hindered everyone from finding out, the exact moment things went amiss. By the time those on stage and the guards stationed around the mansion realized it, it was already too late.Up on the stage, Genevieve watched the chaos unfold as if she were trapped in a movie trailer, unable to make sense of what was happening. Her gaze darted to her brother, who wore an equally stunned expression. Letting out a nervous laugh, she asked,

The grand living room was not only eerily quiet, but also empty. Genevieve looked around and there was no sign of any maid, butler, or even a guard in it. Where the hell had everyone gone; and leaving everywhere in a mess at that? Knowing she had no time to dwell on it, she rushed toward the spiral staircase and began her ascent. The train of her dress tangled around her legs more than once, but she swiftly steadied herself, never pausing until she reached her door.Pushing the door open, she stepped in and was about to lock the door behind herself when her mother’s voice came, ‘’Genevieve!’’Genevieve froze, her breath catching as she peeked outside. It was indeed her mother, sprinting down the hallway toward her, a trail of blood marking her path.“Mama, where’s Vince?” she asked, her voice trembling. Her brother was nowhere in sight. She clung to the hope that her worst fear wasn’t true, but the sorrow etched on her mum's face and the tears brimming in her eyes confirmed the night

‘’What, Young Miss?!’’ Mr Rick exclaimed, his face instantly morphing into disbelief. ‘’How could you think that of your own parents? I understand that they probably kept you out of the loop in everything that had to do with the family business, but still… did they ever do anything to make you feel they are bad people?’’‘’No, they haven't,’’ Genevieve replied, shaking her head. ‘’But I still have to clear all thoughts that might make me think twice about revenge, from my mind. You mentioned the family business just now, so I presume you know everything I don’t know about them.’’The man averted his gaze from hers, causing Genevieve to probe, ‘’See, Mr Rick. I wouldn’t ask you this if there was anyone else to ask. You must know that I didn’t waste the past two years sitting around and doing nothing; i tried researching on the internet, but nothing came up when I searched my family's name." She clasped her hand together, her eyes shrouding in disappointment, "I looked through social