All Chapters of The Mafia's Claim: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Scarlett's POV The knocking came again. Louder than before.I swallowed nervously, my pulse pounding in my ears. I hadn’t called room service. I hadn’t ordered anything. So who the hell was at my door?For one terrifying second, I really thought it was Rosa.Had she found out I was here? Had she come to confront me?The thought sent a cold rush through my veins. If Rosa was on the other side of this door, she wouldn’t just be here to talk.The knocking didn’t stop.I clenched my jaw, glancing towards the wall separating me from her room.If I didn’t answer, whoever was knocking might keep going. And if they kept going, Rosa would hear.With no other option, I slowly reached for the handle, taking a deep breath before pulling the door open.A housekeeping lady stood outside, a cart beside her, her face blank.I blinked in surprise as it was definitely not what I had expected.Her uniform was crisp, her posture stiff. Something about her felt off.“Is… there something you need?” I aske

Scarlett's POV Without thinking, I immediately ended Liam's call and stared at the screen, the weight of his threat hanging heavy in the air like smoke. But honestly? My mind was far from Liam’s usual growl and warnings.It was Ryan I couldn't get out of my head.That look he gave the camera—it wasn’t random. It wasn’t careless. It was deliberate. Cold. Like he knew exactly who was watching.And when the screen went black right after? That wasn’t a coincidence. He had cut the feed. He wanted me to see, and then he yanked the cord, leaving me in the dark, grasping for answers.My fingers felt numb around the phone. My head was spinning. It took me far too long to pull myself together, to untangle the thick knot of shock winding tight in my chest.Ryan installed the surveillance camera.That much was clear now. But did he also really send the housekeeper? Was he the one playing games with me all along? Or was there someone else pulling the strings behind the scenes?I got up suddenly,

Scarlett's POV “What?!” Rosa screamed. “Are you seriously asking me that, Michael? Because of her? That good-for-nothing bitch?”Her eyes blazed as she pointed at me like I was some disease that needed to be removed. Before I could blink, she lunged, stretching her hand towards me with the kind of wild anger that didn’t even look human.But she didn’t get very far.Michael quickly stepped in front of me again, his hand coming up swiftly, stopping her with just a gesture of his arm. His broad back blocked me completely, protecting me the same way he used to—back when we were… together.I stared at him, dazed, my breath caught in my throat.He was protecting me again. Why?Michael hated me. Despised me. His words used to cut deeper than any slap Rosa ever managed to land. So why was he standing in front of me now like a wall, taking all her rage for me?A thought flickered across my mind, sharp and sudden.Could it be… that he remembers?My heart pounded even harder. Was that even poss

Scarlett's POV Something about this whole situation felt…wrong. No matter what, Rosa was carrying Michael's child. Or at least, that was what I was told. And yet Michael didn’t seem to care that she had slept with another man.What man would sit still, calm as ice, after learning that the woman carrying his child was in bed with someone else?“Michael, can…” Rosa’s voice cracked through the silence, “can we at least talk about this in private? Just the two of us?”Her tone wasn’t filled with anger this time. It was fear. She sounded scared and cornered. Like she knew her lies were about to collapse and bury her alive.Michael didn’t move. “I originally planned to discuss the engagement annulment with you peacefully,” he said calmly. “Just you and me. But you had to drag Scarlett into this. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”My father, sensing the shift, quickly stepped in. “Michael, please,” he said very gently. “Let’s not rush into anything. I know you’re upset. Why don't

Michael's POV I wasn’t supposed to remember. That was the plan, wasn’t it? Keep me stupid. Keep me comfortable. Keep me quiet.And for five whole years, it worked.But the worst part—the part I still can’t forgive myself for—is how I treated Scarlett during those five years. How I looked at her and didn’t recognize the girl who used to be my world. How I humiliated her, dismissed her, let Rosa stand where Scarlett should have been.I saw the pain in her eyes. Every damn time. And I looked away like a coward.When the memories finally returned, they didn’t come gently. They came in flashes—blinding, sharp, real. Her laughter. The way she used to scold me for staying up too late. The quiet little looks she gave me when no one was watching. I remembered it all.And it broke something inside me. But I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t.How was I supposed to walk up to her and say, “Hey, Scarlett, I remember everything now. You were the one I was in love with. And then I spent five years fo