All Chapters of The Mafia's Claim: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Scarlett's POV When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the softness beneath me. My fingers unconsciously curled into the sheets, and the comforting warmth of the blanket wrapped around me was so foreign that it felt wrong. My mind raced, trying to piece together where I was. The last thing I remembered was the forest—the never ending cold, the hunger, the weight of my own tiredness pulling me down.I should have been lying on wet ground, half-dead and forgotten, not tucked into a bed that smelled faintly of lavender.How am I here?Just then, I sat up too fast, the room spinning as my head throbbed. “Am I in heaven?” I whispered to no one, touching my arms and legs as if to make sure they were still there.I ran my fingers over the soft fabric of the blanket again as if touching it might make it disappear.“Was it all just a dream?” I thought, gripping the blanket tighter. But the lingering pain in my body said otherwise. The hunger, the cold—it had been real.In that

Scarlett's POV The morning air was cool, and the faint light of dawn kissed the towering gate of the mansion as I stepped outside. A sleek black car waited for me, with the driver already seated inside. James, the ever-dutiful butler, was there too, his face as calm and unreadable as always.“Miss Scarlett,” he said, his tone polite but firm, “before you leave, there are some things I must say.”I paused, my hand resting on the car door. “What now, James? Another lecture about how I should ‘behave’ around Liam?”“This isn’t a lecture. It’s a warning.”I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms. “A warning? About what?James stepped closer, his gaze hardening. “Do not anger Mr. Liam again. The island was not a punishment, it was a test. A test you barely survived.”My stomach twisted at his words, but I refused to show it. “I didn’t realize Liam needed me to pass tests to justify his cruelty,” I shot back.James’s expression didn’t change. “You think this is a game, Miss Scarlett. But it

Scarlett's POV By the time I got home, exhaustion wrapped around me like a heavy blanket. My legs felt like they were made of stone, my head pounded, and every muscle in my body screamed for rest.I barely had the strength to kick off my shoes before I collapsed onto the couch, my limbs heavy and useless.I needed sleep. Desperately. But more than that, I needed proof—undeniable, solid proof that I had never been pregnant.Tomorrow, I planned to visit the hospital. A simple check-up would confirm what I already knew—that my body had never carried a child. And when I had that proof in my hands, I would shove it in Liam’s face and watch his smug, arrogant expression crumble.That thought alone was the only thing keeping me from falling apart.The next morning, before the sun had even fully risen, my phone shrieked through the silence, pulling me out of sleep like a slap to the face.I groaned, rolling over and fumbling for my phone. My screen flashed with a name that made my stomach dr

Scarlett's POV I had barely laid down, my body sinking into the mattress, exhaustion finally beginning to pull me under, when I heard a strange sound through the walls. At first, I thought I was imagining it. But as I listened more closely, a realization hit me like a slap to the face.Soft moans.My eyes snapped open, sleep vanishing instantly.No. No way.I quickly sat up in bed. The sounds were unmistakable—low, breathy gasps, followed by deep murmurs. Were they seriously having sex?I groaned, pressing a hand to my forehead. Liam, you absolute bastard.Was he really so impatient that he couldn’t even wait until he got home? Was he seriously doing this on my living room sofa? My sofa?Disgust and anger bubbled inside me, making it impossible to ignore what was happening just outside my bedroom. I clenched my fists, debating whether I should just shove a pillow over my head and try to block it out—or if I should go out there and throw them both out of my house.The thought of hi

Scarlett's POV Later that night, the pain finally got the best of me, and I passed out. My body was too exhausted to keep cursing, and my mind was too drained to stay awake. But the peace didn’t last.Somewhere in the middle of the night, a loud crash woke me up suddenly.My eyes snapped open, my heart pounding as I struggled to shake off the haze of sleep. At first, I thought I had dreamed the noise. But then, another sound followed—a low, pained groan.The moment I turned my head, I saw him.Liam was on the floor.His body was curled slightly, one hand gripping his head, his face twisted in pain. A harsh, guttural sound escaped his lips, something between a growl and a groan, like he was in unbearable pain but too damn stubborn to cry out properly.My stomach tightened. His face was pale—so pale it didn’t look real. His usually sharp features looked drained of life, and his lips had lost all their colour.For a second, I just stared, my breath caught in my throat.Then, instinct ki