All Chapters of The Mafia's Claim: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Scarlett's POV James hesitated, his usual composed expression flickering with something unreadable. "You see, Miss Scarlett," he said carefully, "Mr. Liam might say one thing, but we both know he means another."At that moment, Liam moved slightly on the bed, his breathing still uneven, his eyelids heavy. But even in this state, even half-unconscious in a hospital bed, he was still… him. Still arrogant. Still shameless. Still utterly insufferable.I clenched my fists tightly at my sides, forcing myself to stay calm. "Can I leave now?" My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care.James looked torn between wanting to run away himself and trying to remain professional. His eyes darted between me and Liam, then he nodded quickly.“Yes! Yes, of course, Miss Scarlett,” he said a little too eagerly.I didn’t wait for another word. I turned and walked out of the hospital room, my heels clicking against the clean white floor. The second I stepped out into the hallway, I felt

Scarlett's POV Rosa’s gentle expression suddenly changed. The soft, almost regretful look had disappeared, replaced by something sharper. Colder. She tilted her head, her lips curling into a sneer."Scarlett, drop the act. Do you think I don’t know what kind of person you are? You’ve always been jealous, jealous that I had our parents’ love, jealous that I was always the pretty one. And now, you’re jealous that I have Michael’s love. Admit it, you hate me, don’t you?”I blinked in surprise. For a second, I thought I had misheard her. Then, a slow, bitter laugh escaped my lips. "Jealous?" I repeated. "You think I was jealous of you?"Rosa crossed her arms, looking smug. "You always have been, haven't you?""Right," I said, nodding sarcastically. "Because being backstabbed by your own sister is every girl’s dream.""Oh, please. You and Michael were never going to last. He…""Careful, Rosa. I suggest you choose your next words wisely."She smirked. "He hates you.”I felt a sharp pain in

Scarlett's POV My back hit the ward mattress with a harsh thud, knocking the breath from my lungs. Pain shot through my spine, but I barely had a second to recover before his shadow loomed over me.“Liam, let me go!” I struggled, trying to push myself up, but his hand slammed down on my shoulder, pinning me in place.My heart pounded violently in my chest. “You’re a beast,” I spat through gritted teeth, my voice shaking. “A heartless, disgusting beast!”I thought the words would make him stop.They only made him smile.His dark eyes gleamed. “Is that what you think of me?” His voice was low, dangerously calm. His fingers trailed down the side of my face, the gentle touch making me shudder more than if he’d hit me.I turned my head away, refusing to meet his gaze.“I hate you,” I whispered, hoping the words would break him — hoping they would break whatever obsession he had with me.But they only seemed to make him crueler.His hand shot out, gripping my jaw and forcing me to look a

Scarlett’s POVThe pen felt like it weighed a thousand pounds in my trembling hand. My heart hammered painfully against my ribs as I stared at the blank line waiting for my signature.Every fiber of my body screamed at me not to do it.Don’t sign it.Don’t give him what he wants.But what choice did I have?I was trapped. Broken. Alone.No one was coming to save me.With gritted teeth, I forced myself to press the tip of the pen against the paper. My name came out in shaky, uneven letters—almost like it belonged to someone else.Scarlett *****.The moment the ink dried, I felt something inside me shatter—like I’d just signed away the last tiny piece of myself.Liam snatched the agreement from my hands the second I pulled back, his dark eyes flicking to the last page where my name stood out like a death sentence.A small smirk tugged at his lips.“Sensible choice, Scarlett.” His voice was cold, almost mocking. “I knew you were going to make a wise decision.”I clenched my fists at my s

Scarlett's POV I sat stiffly in the backseat of the luxury car, my body pressed against the farthest corner, trying to put as much distance between Liam and me as possible.The smooth leather seat felt cold against my skinI kept my gaze fixed on the window, watching the blurred city lights flash by. The night felt endless, stretching on with no escape. His deep voice broke through the heavy silence.“Drive to Crescent Heights.”My breath caught in my throat.Crescent Heights?Everyone in the city knew about that place. It was the most luxurious residential area — home to billionaires, celebrities, and untouchable elites.I turned my head slightly, stealing a glance at him. His sharp jawline was illuminated by the faint glow of the city lights, making him look even more dangerous.Why would he take me there?Liam’s cold blue eyes flicked toward me, catching me staring.“What?” he asked lazily, one eyebrow raised.I quickly looked away, clenching my hands tightly in my lap.“N-Nothin