All Chapters of Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Rosa jerked her face away, forcefully breaking the hold of his fingers on her chin.“You can’t force me,” she breathed, the words low but sharp. She clamped her hands around the arm still locked around her waist, throwing all her strength into trying to pry his limb off her. At first, Luciano didn’t budge an inch, his muscles staying tight as stone. But when he felt her struggling too violently, risking her own safety, he finally let his grip slacken and released her.“It isn’t forcing, amore mio,” he murmured, his voice laced with dangerous possessiveness as he watched her step away from him. “You are mine. Unlike you… I am simply claiming what belongs to me.”Rosa’s lips parted to argue, but she caught herself and closed her mouth. He was intentionally baiting her, throwing the guilt right in her face for being so ready to hand him over to Laura without a fight. But she refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, she turned her back on him completely and walked over

The moment Lucy saw the hurt in Rosa’s eyes, she knew she had made the biggest mistake of her life.“Rosa, please listen…” Lucy began, but Rosa raised a hand to stop her. She wanted to snap at her, to scream, but her throat tightened as a rush of emotions choked her.When she finally swallowed down the sharp pain of being betrayed by her only best friend, she murmured in an agonizing voice, “I didn't expect this from you, Lucy. I always knew the world was selfish and that no one could be trusted. But I never thought I would ever have to include you in that filthy world.”Her lips trembled, and her eyes glistened with tears. She quickly averted her gaze, knowing that if she kept looking at Lucy, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from crying.“No, Rosa, I could never betray you. Please, trust me. Just listen to me this once,” Lucy implored.But Rosa shook her head, tears blurring her vision. “Everyone lied to me, and I bore it. But you... you, too.”She began rising from her chair, fu

Lucy looked hesitant, her brow furrowing with sudden anxiety. “Are you actually going to see him? Rosa, what if Luciano finds out?” Lucy knew that if the Don had demanded Rosa marry him, he wouldn't tolerate her seeing another man who claimed to love her. No one had explicitly confirmed Luciano’s identity as an Italian mafia boss to Lucy, but she had pieced the clues together herself—especially after he was shot in that brutal attack. Messing with a notorious underworld kingpin was a mistake that could easily cost someone their life. “Renzo has his chemo scheduled for today,” Rosa reasoned, trying to sound practical despite the tightness in her chest. “After that, it's the weekend, so he can rest at home while I stay with him. Today is my only real opportunity to see the doctor.” “Okay, but why do you feel like you need his permission?” Lucy asked, genuinely confused. “It’s not about permission,” Rosa clarified softly. “I need to talk to him. We never actually had proper closure

He froze, blinking at her as if trying to process the massive bombshell she had just dropped out of nowhere, right in the middle of their conversation. The mere mention of Luciano brought a screeching halt to the thoughts he’d been having just a moment ago—he had been planning to ask her out on a date this weekend. He inhaled deeply, letting out a long, slow exhale to steady his aching heart.Rosa watched his silence, bracing herself under his intense stare. She prepared for the inevitable—for him to lash out, to blame her, to call her heartless and cruel. But when he finally spoke, his tone was completely calm.“Is that what you want?”Rosa blinked at him, completely dumbfounded. His voice wasn’t accusing, disgusted, or full of loathing. It was just calm, exactly the way he used to talk to her.She nervously licked the edge of her upper lip before speaking slowly. “Samuele, I am at a stage in my life where what I want doesn't matter anymore. Only the necessity and happiness of my chil

When Rosa returned to Renzo's ward, she found that Lucy was gone. Instead, Luciano was sitting right beside Renzo's bed, showing the boy a video on his phone.Her steps froze, a sudden wave of startled tension locking her joints. Recovering her composure, she slowly moved into the room and whispered, “Watching a phone screen is bad for his eyesight.”Luciano lifted his gaze, his eyes locking onto Rosa, who was watching him with a mix of caution and curiosity.“He was getting bored,” Luciano answered, his voice deep, flat, and chillingly cold. “And it’s fine. I’ve optimized the screen settings to make it soft on his eyes.”“Where is Lucy?” she asked in a low voice, trying to keep her tone even.“I sent her home with Luca,” he said.Rosa sighed inwardly. Typical tyrant behavior.She didn't even bother asking how he had found out they were here. Of course, he knew. He was Luciano Mancini. He literally owned most of this city, and his men were undoubtedly trailing her every move.“You shou