All Chapters of Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

The sensation coursed through Rosa like an electric current, leaving her paralyzed by a mix of fury and a feeling she refused to name. Her hands clamped onto the covers at her sides, her breath hitching in shallow pants.“Luciano, stop... this is my body... you can’t do this,” she protested, her voice little more than a ghost of a whisper.Luciano didn't pull away. Rosa reached down, her hand finding his head with the intent of shoving him back, but then she felt the warm glide of his tongue against her skin. He left a trail of warmth across her skin, his lips lingering at her navel as if he were worshipping the life growing inside her. The sensation shifted into something deeper, something far more like lust.Rosa clamped a hand over her mouth, desperately muffling the moan that threatened to escape.But Luciano didn't stop. Rosa’s breathing accelerated, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her body was acting of its own accord, betraying her despite her mind’s fra

The question hung in the air, cold and heavy. His parents had separated when Luciano was too small even to remember the lines of his father’s face. There had been no one to teach him how to fight the shadows. Even his mother had been too busy to spare him a moment. He had been left to sleep alone, whether the nightmares came or not, until eventually, he had simply stopped sleeping altogether to avoid the terrors of the dark. He didn't want to explain that he had learned to fight monsters by becoming one.“Renzo, let’s get you showered,” he announced, his voice regaining its authoritative edge as he stood up. He looked at Rosa, his gaze unreadable. “While we do that, Mommy can make us breakfast.”Rosa watched him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she shook her head. Even in a moment of vulnerability, he was still the bossy, commanding man.Renzo turned his head and beamed at Rosa. “Mommy!”“Yes, my baby,” Rosa murmured, kissing his cheeks as she took him back into her arms. Luciano let h

“Get dressed quickly. Renzo won't start until you're there,” Rosa said, her voice sounding slightly dull as she fought to keep her emotions under control. “He has to take his medicine on time,” she reminded him.Luciano nodded, rising from the bed. He called out to his son as he headed toward the door. “Renzo, you start eating. Daddy will be down as soon as I’m dressed.”“Okay, Daddy!” Renzo chirped. He was far too excited about finally having his father around to deny any request Luciano made.Soon, Luciano appeared at the breakfast table, looking every bit the formidable Don in a crisp white shirt, black tie, and a perfectly tailored black suit. When he arrived, he found Renzo clutching a piece of bread and jam in his small hand, eating with a look of pure deli

Rosa blinked at her ex-husband in genuine confusion. “What did I do?”Luciano reached out, pinching her cheek with a tenderness that didn't match his reputation. “You made me the happiest man alive,” he said, his deep voice softened to a rough whisper.The doctor, unable to hide her smile any longer, decided to give them a moment of privacy. She began to exit the room, calling back over her shoulder, “The scan is complete. Come back to my office when you're ready.”Left alone in the quiet, dim room, Rosa asked Luciano to pass her some tissues. He complied, watching silently as she wiped the cold gel from her stomach.As she prepared to climb down from the examination table, he reached for her arm again. But Rosa’s face contorted into a frown, and she snapped, “Stop pretending. The doctor isn't here anymore.”Luciano furrowed, a flash of genuine hurt crossing his features. “It’s not an act, Rosie,” he replied, his voice low and wounded.“Then whatever it is, just stop it,” Rosa shot bac

Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, Rosa finally let her composure break, and the raw pain began to reflect on her face. He had asked for a chance—he expected her to just forget everything. Was it really that easy?For him, perhaps it was. He wasn't the one who had faced such injustice; he wasn't the one who had suffered for no reason. But it wasn't for "no reason"—the reason was that she wasn't as cunning as they were. She didn't belong in their world. She had believed that love could change a cold-hearted man. She had held onto hope and trusted him completely. She had loved him, and that love was exactly what had dug her own grave.No one ever truly knew the truth of what had transpired in Luciano’s bedroom five years ago. But for Rosa, the memories remained vivid. How could she ever forget the most terrifying night of her life—the night that had shattered her world and changed the course of her future forever?That night, after Laura had handed her the glass of water and Rosa had