All Chapters of The Mafia's Claim: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Liam's POV “You don't own me,” Scarlett shot back, her voice steady despite the anger in her eyes. “And you never will.”Her words lit something inside me, something dark and furious. I didn't own her? Really?I stepped closer, towering over her, my body trembling with restraint. “Aren't you scared of me? Even a little?”“Oh, please. You’re nothing but a bully with too much money and too little heart.”“You really need to know when to keep your mouth shut,” I growled, leaning down until we were nose-to-nose. “Or do I need to teach you?”“Go ahead, try me. Let’s see how far you’re willing to go.”I didn’t think. I just acted. My hands moved to her shoulders and gripped them tight. “You think I won’t, huh?” I said through clenched teeth. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”Her boldness only made my blood boil hotter.The chair creaked under her as she kicked and squirmed, her strength surprising me.“Let go of me!” she yelled, her voice desperate. “Don't you have anything better to

Scarlett's POV My heart raced as I hurriedly typed in the emergency number.This was my chance—my only chance.I hit the call button, holding my breath as the phone started to ring. One second. Two seconds. “Please, please,” I whispered, hoping for a response. The ringing stopped, and I could almost hear the faint crackle of a connection forming. But then, the line went dead.“No,” I muttered, hitting redial. The same thing happened. A sudden drop and then silence.“Damn it!” I slammed my hand on the table, the sound echoing in the quiet room. My palms were sweating, my thoughts all over the place.There had to be another way.I tried to unlock the phone screen, but it was password-protected, and I had no idea what the password was. Suddenly, the sound of the maid pounding on the door outside stopped. I stood there rooted to the spot. Had she left? Or was she going to find Liam to force the door open? I didn't have time to dwell on these thoughts; all I wanted was to unlock her phon

Scarlett's POV The air in the kitchen felt heavy, the tension thick enough to cut through. “No one? Really?” I shouted, my eyes darting around at the motionless staff. “You’re all just going to stand there and not do anything?”I turned my glare to the nearest chef, my chest heaving, desperation evident in my every word. “What is the matter with all of you? Are you afraid of him? Afraid of what? He’s just a man!”Still, no one moved. Not a single person met my eyes. They kept their heads down, pretending they couldn’t hear me, couldn’t feel the intensity of my anger.It was maddening, making me feel smaller and more trapped than ever.Just then, to my surprise, the timid sound of footsteps broke through the tension. I held my breath as a maid stepped forward from the edge of the room, her small frame trembling slightly. She stood just a few feet away, nervously wringing her hands together before finally lifting her head to speak.“Sir,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Scarlett's POV In the evening, I had already turned off the lights and gone to bed. The door of my bedroom was opened from the outside. I clearly remembered that I had locked it. I quickly turned on the light. It was Liam. He walked in wearing his pajamas. I looked at him in shock, hugged the pillow beside me and shouted at him, "Don't come any closer!" However, he still kept approaching, with a smile on his lips. "What? You tried to please me with desserts during the day, but now at night, you're treating me like a fierce beast?" He snatched the pillow right out of my arms. “Desserts aren’t my thing, you know,” Liam suddenly lifted up my quilt and grabbed me towards him. Panic surged through me as I struggled desperately in his grip. I wriggled my body, trying to break free from his hold.“Then why are you eating it?” I asked, trying to keep my tone even, annoyed at the ridiculousness of the situation. “And why did you eat it all up?”He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into

Scarlett's POV I had been in a relationship with him for three years. Even after that incident, he stayed by my side without wavering and had been constantly helping me search for the person who spread the rumors behind my back. Those days had been simple, sweet in a way that felt like a dream now. We had shared so many moments—his laugh, the way he trusted me to guide him, the quiet conversations late at night when he said he couldn’t sleep.However, everything changed after that car accident. He lost his memory.There had been an accident, one I couldn’t prevent, and when he woke up in the hospital, he looked at me with clear eyes for the first time. He didn’t see me.He fell in love with my younger sister and was preparing to marry her. Finally, I picked up the pen.I wrote in the notebook with tears streaming down my face, "I hope you can remember, yet I also hope you'll forget me forever." Then I wrote down the number that was deeply engraved in my mind, the number that I had