All Chapters of The Mafia's Claim: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Scarlett's POV The room was quiet, except for the faint sound of breathing and the occasional shift of fabric against the sheets.Liam’s arm was wrapped tightly around me, his hold unshakable, his body pressed against mine as if even in sleep, he refused to let go.I lay there, blinking at the ceiling, my body sore, my mind a tangled mess.I was used to waking up alone. For years, I had gotten used to the emptiness beside me, the cold sheets, the feeling that I was always alone in this world.But Liam was… different. Even in sleep, he held onto me like I was something that belonged to him.Taking a deep breath, I carefully tried to pry his fingers away, hoping to slip out from under his grip.But the second I moved, his hold tightened, his arm locking around my waist like iron shackles.I froze. Was he awake?I tilted my head slightly, studying his face, but his breathing was deep, steady—he was still asleep.Even now, even without thinking, he was possessive.A wave of frustration w

Scarlett’s POVI sat frozen, my breath stuck in my throat. My fingers gripped the phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white. I must have misheard him. There was no way he meant that.“Dad,” I whispered, my voice barely coming out. “Can you… can you repeat what you just said?”His answer was even harsher this time, cutting straight through me like a blade.“I said if your sister doesn’t get her job back, then we are no longer father and daughter.”A loud clack followed as he hung up.The sound echoed in my ears. The silence that followed felt suffocating, pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t lift.I stared at the screen, the call ended, his name still there. It was all too real. I wasn’t dreaming.A sharp, stinging pain settled in my chest, spreading through my body like fire.I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My hands trembled. My heart pounded so hard it hurt.And then, suddenly, my legs gave out. I fell to the floor, my body hitting the cold tiles, but I barely

Scarlett's POV I had something to say, but Liam didn’t give me the chance. He stopped me with a look—cold, hard, and full of disappointment.“Scarlett, honestly, jokes aside, I’m very disappointed in you. Your parents have been so cruel to you, yet you still can’t bear to leave them. And here I am, treating you so well, but all you seem to want is to get away from me.”Liam’s words hit me like a punch to the chest. But before I could even form a response, he turned on his heel and stormed out.The sound of the door slamming shut echoed through the room, vibrating through my bones. The air suddenly felt too thick, too heavy.I just stood there, frozen, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as his words repeated over and over again in my head.My chest felt tight, my breathing shallow. What he said wasn’t wrong. My parents had never been kind to me. They had always put their needs above mine, always made me feel like I wasn’t enough. And yet, I sti

Scarlett's POV I shifted, standing from my bed and walking towards the window. The city lights were bright, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me.I took a deep breath. “Michael, if you really do want to help me, then…”“I already said I would, didn’t I?”I hesitated. Because why? Why would he help me? Why would he choose to get involved in something that had nothing to do with him?After my call with Michael finally ended, I couldn’t sleep. I just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts spinning in endless circles.Rosa and Ryan… how could they be connected? What really happened that night?The questions chased each other in my mind, refusing to settle.Something was being kept from me. A secret so big, so dangerous, that the truth felt like it was just there, right in front of me, waiting to be exposed.But every time I reached for it, it slipped through my fingers.I turned onto my side, pressing my face against the pillow, but it didn’t help. My body was e

Scarlett's POV As soon as Liam was out of the house, I grabbed my phone and opened the monitoring app. My hands were shaking as I typed in the password. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I knew I had to check. Rosa’s phone was active, and I needed to see what she was up to.My pulse quickened as I watched her screen light up, her fingers scrolling through her Instagram messages. She moved between conversations, checking private messages, replying with quick, effortless texts.There was nothing unusual.Then she clicked on a link, browsing haute couture dresses, pausing every now and then to zoom in on a few pieces. Expensive. Flashy. The kind of things Rosa lived for.Still nothing unusual.Later on, she switched apps, opening a chat where other models were gossiping about someone’s wardrobe malfunction at an event last night. I rolled my eyes. Rosa never missed an opportunity to enjoy someone else’s humiliation.Two hours passed. Two hours of boring, useless scrolling.I si