All Chapters of The Mafia's Claim: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Scarlett’s POVThe car rolled to a slow stop in front of the towering building, and my breath caught in my throat.It was the Royal Crest Hotel.I stared up at the grand hotel, my pulse hammering against my ribs. The entrance still looked the same—polished floors, towering glass doors, the golden hotel emblem shining under the bright chandelier. I turned sharply towards Liam, my fingers clenching against the folds of my gown. "What is this? Why did you bring me here?"Liam leaned back lazily in his seat, his dark eyes watching me with amusement.Then, he smirked. "We are revisiting old memories." He tilted his head slightly, his voice dropping to something deeper. "This is the place where you drugged me."The air inside the car suddenly felt suffocating.I took a slow breath, keeping my expression blank, but inside, I was spiraling.Why now? Why did he have to bring me back to this place? What was he thinking?Liam didn’t move, didn’t blink. He was watching me like he was waiting. Wa

Scarlett's POV The room… it suddenly felt like it was closing in on me, with the chandeliers above casting golden light over the sea of wealthy guests. Their laughter and chatter blended into a dull hum in the background. But none of it mattered. Not the music, not the glittering dresses, not the smell of expensive perfume hanging in the air.All I could focus on was the woman standing in front of me. She had been my last hope. The one person who could help me prove the truth. The one person who could tell Liam, tell everyone, that I had nothing to do with what happened that night.And yet, she shook her head.My heart stopped. My breath stuck in my throat.I looked at her, then at Liam. My body felt like it wasn’t mine anymore, like I was floating outside of it, watching the moment unravel. I took a step back, the cold floor grounding me, but it did nothing to stop the feeling of dread wrapping around my chest.Then, suddenly, she spoke. "That night, you got into Liam’s bed. I saw i

Scarlett's POV The next morning, I woke up to find myself alone in bed. The sheets were cold, and the space beside me was empty. Liam had already left. The room was quiet, too quiet, and the sunlight streaming through the curtains felt too bright. The silk sheets felt cool against my skin, but the moment I opened my eyes, harsh reality came crashing down.I was trapped.As I sat up and pulled the blanket around me, I let the memories of last night flood back. My heart sank, and a cold, heavy feeling settled in my chest. I knew it now. There was no point in pretending otherwise. Liam had made himself clear—he loved me in his own twisted way, and he would never let me go.He had said it repeatedly as he fucked me, clear as day: “You’re mine, Scarlett. No one else’s. Mine.” And there was no way out. No escape. I buried my face in my hands, trying to think, to plan, to find some way to make him lose interest in me. But, my thoughts were useless.Liam was obsessed. And worse… he enjoy

Scarlett's POV The next morning, I was surprised when my phone rang and I saw that it was my mother on the line. For a long moment, I just stared at it. It had been a while since the last time we spoke, and I was wondering why she was calling now.After the third ring, I finally answered."Scarlett," she said, voice clipped and sharp. "Meet me at the café on Main Street at ten o’clock."There was no hello. No warmth. Just a demand."Mom, I…"Before I could finish, she had already ended the call.I swallowed, my chest tightening. I didn’t know what I was walking into, but something told me it wasn’t going to be good.Liam was in the office when I had to call him to ask for permission."You want to go where?" His voice was low, calm, but I wasn’t stupid enough to mistake that for softness."My mother called. She wants to see me," I said carefully.There was a pause."Liam?""I heard you," he said. "And the answer is no."I squeezed the phone tighter. "Liam, she’s my mother. I just…""

Scarlett's POV In that moment, I finally understood everything.Why Rosa had chosen a crowded café.Why she had suddenly taken off her sunglasses.Why she had looked so calm, so confident, like she already knew how the story would end.It was all part of her plan.She wanted witnesses.She wanted an audience.She wanted to make sure everyone saw me as the villain.And she had succeeded.Now that her little show was over, she played the part of the poor, wounded sister. She sniffled, wiped away invisible tears, then turned and walked out, with our mother following right behind her.They left me there, sitting alone, drenched in humiliation.People whispered. Stared. Some pretended not to, but I could feel their eyes on me, feel their judgement like knives digging into my skin.Scarlett Wells, the homewrecker.Scarlett Wells, the pathetic sister trying to steal her brother-in-law.Scarlett Wells, the disgrace.I forced myself to stand, my legs shaky. My forehead throbbed, my skin still