All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 411 - Chapter 420

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Revenge in the Dark

Michael’s POV I leaned against the edge of a table, running my hand along the surface, and listened to Emilio curse softly under his breath. He was standing by the corner, his phone in hand, the black screen reflecting faintly against his face. “Dead,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I knew it. It's switched off.” I glanced at him. “What’s wrong?” He turned, his dark eyes sharp. “Don’t play dumb, Michael, you know what’s wrong. My phone has been off and yours too. By now everyone at the mansion has called us a hundred times. The boss will be expecting us back from the mall hours ago. He’s probably pacing holes into the floor by now.” I straightened, walking toward him. “Then let him pace.” His brows drew together. “That’s easy for you to say. He trusts you more than anyone, and yet here we are—” he lifted his hands, gesturing around at the decaying walls— “in Archer’s deserted tomb instead of where we said we would be.” I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “Exactly,

The Hours That Would Not End

Fernando’s POV I have lived through nights of gunfire. I have walked into ambushes where my heart pounded against my ribs as bullets rained down. I have sat across the table from men who would slit my throat if I dared to blink. But this quiet evening at the dining table with Henry chewing on his food while two hours passed without word of Michael or Emilio was somehow worse. The air was heavy with silence. The silver cutlery clinked whenever Henry cut into his food. The sound echoed like hammer in my skull. Two hours ago, I told them to search, to comb every street and corner of the city, but no call had come. No word and no trace of Michael. My jaw tightened as I picked up my fork again, stabbing absently at the roast chicken in front of me. I forced my hand to move, forced myself to chew slowly, to swallow as if nothing was wrong. For Henry’s sake. The boy sat opposite me, shoulders straight, trying to mimic my composure. He was too young to understand the weight pressin

The Stain of Blood

Michael’s POV I should have known the smile on my face would not fool him. It fooled Henry, yes, but Fernando saw through the surface. He always did. The moment his chair scraped back against the polished marble floor, I felt the shift in the room, like a storm gathering. His stare cut into me like a blade, sharp and unrelenting. “Where the hell have you been?” His voice thundered, anger wrapped tight around every word. The sound vibrated through the chandeliers, shaking the stillness of the hall. I ignored him, my attention focused on Henry. Henry mattered more than any interrogation Fernando could throw at me. “Is Ashley fine?” Henry asked, peering up at me with his trusting gaze. There was no suspicion in him, no fear, only belief. The kind of belief that made lying both easier and unbearable. I hesitated, then, forcing calm into my voice, I nodded. “Yes, everything is fine. She’s fine.” The lie slid easily off my tongue. He didn’t need to know the truth, not while his

Blood on His hands

Fernando’s POV I had always thought nothing could surprise me anymore.Not betrayal, not death, not the way the world liked to twist the knife when I thought I had already bled enough. But tonight, standing in my own dining hall, with the air still heavy with the scent of roasted lamb and spiced wine, with the candles flickering shadows across the marble walls, I realized I was wrong.Michael had shocked me, and worse… he looked pleased about it.I stared at him across the long oak table. He hadn’t even taken his seat. His hands rested lazily at his sides, the faintest curl of a smile tugging at his lips. It was not a nervous smile, or a look of guilt. It was satisfaction.The words still echoed in my skull, bouncing around like pieces of glass.“I killed Archer.”For a moment, the only sound i could hear was the loud beating of my heart pounding loudly against my ribcage. Emilio immediately went pale and shifted uneasily by the doorway. The silence pressed in, suffocating, waitin

Morning Without Him

Michael’s POV When I woke, the bed was cold.The silken sheets still smelled of Fernando, his cologne, that faint trace of smoke and something darker, like gunpowder laced with cinnamon, but his weight was gone. I blinked into the pale morning light streaming through the curtains, squinting at the space beside me which was empty.For a moment, I wondered if he had ever been here at all,but then I remembered I had been the last one to come to bed.I sat up slowly, the events of yesterday seeping back into my mind like ink spreading through water. Archer’s eyes, wide with shock, then nothing. The crunch of dirt under Emilio’s shovel which we found in Archer’s shed, and my hands, steady, unshaken, even as we covered the body.I should have felt horror, remorse,or at least regret.Instead, I felt nothing.No, that wasn’t right. I felt satisfied.I ran a hand through my hair and slid out of bed. The marble floor was cool under my bare feet. I wrapped Fernando’s robe around myself, inhal

A Thorn in My Perfect Garden

Fernando’s POV The sound of applause was still ringing in my ears long after I left the podium. The ribbon-cutting ceremony had gone exactly as planned with numerous cameras flashing, hands shaking, board members grinning, and the press recording every polite, hollow phrase that left my lips. The flashbulbs painted my face with false warmth, and I wore the mask they expected, but beneath the mask, the irritation burned. The very thought of Michael soured the taste of champagne still lingering on my tongue. I was supposed to go back to the mansion immediately after the event. The chauffeur had the car waiting at the curb, the convoy lined up like a loyal parade. My men moved with the quiet precision of soldiers. Yet I hesitated as the doors opened for me. The mansion meant Michael and that meant arguments, tears, and the shadow of Archer’s blood still staining his conscience. And I wasn’t ready for that. Instead, I dismissed the driver with a flick of my wrist. “We're not

Shadows At the Door

Michael’s POV I never thought marble floors could feel like a prison. The walls seemed to lean closer with each passing hour I stayed inside them. My skin itched with the need to leave, to breathe air that wasn’t filtered through Fernando’s world of careful perfection. I felt like a kept animal which was well-fed, well-dressed, yet caged. Fernando called it protection, I called it isolation. I sat in the lounge, a book open in my lap that I hadn’t turned a page in nearly half an hour. My eyes drifted to the clock on the wall and saw it was two o’clock which meant there was still time before Henry’s school day ended. My chest tightened at the thought of him. Henry with his bright smile, boundless curiosity and innocence that hadn’t yet been tainted by Fernando’s darkness. Every time I thought of the boy, it was like a small light pushing through the shadows pressing against me. He didn’t belong in this world, in Fernando’s world and I would do anything to keep it from swa

When Ghosts Awaken

Fernando’s POV The creak of the door froze me and I turned to look at it as it opened wider and Michael stepped in, but he wasn't alone. Henry trailed behind him, a small hand tucked into Michael’s, eyes bright and unblinking. “Michael,” I said finally, the name leaving my mouth with a politeness I had no business practicing. I kept my voice flat, even. “I didn’t expect to—see you.” His expression was a mirror of my own internal scramble. “Fernando. What—what are you doing here?” My hand found my jacket without thinking, the fabric a distraction. “I came to check on her.” I nodded toward Ashley. “She’s been unconscious for a while. I thought I should make sure—” Those last words were a lie so practiced other people would mistake them for truth. Michael’s eyes narrowed, the skepticism sharp enough to cut the hospital light. “Worried,” he echoed, as if testing the word in his mouth. “That doesn’t sound like you.” Henry, merciless in his innocence, tugged at Michael’s sleeve

Shadows Behind the Smile

Michael’s POV I could hear Henry’s soft breathing beside me, his little hand tucked into mine like a lifeline. He had fought to stay awake for so long, stubbornly refusing to leave Ashley’s bedside until sleep almost won him over. But now, his eyelids drooped, his small body swaying where he sat. Ashley stirred faintly on the hospital bed, her lashes trembling against pale cheeks, before she settled back into sleep. Her breathing evened out, steady and calm. I squeezed Henry’s hand gently. “She needs rest,” I whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from Ashley’s face. “Let’s give her that.” Henry nodded reluctantly, his lips parting as though he wanted to protest but thought better of it. He looked so much like his father when he was determined. “Come on, champ,” I said, guiding him to stand. “We’ll let Ashley’s sleep. The doctors will take good care of her.” I wasn’t sure if I was reassuring him or myself. Outside Ashley’s room, the sterile scent of disinfectant stung my n

Between Lies

Fernando’s POV I hated the way lies sat heavy on my tongue. They tasted like metal, sharp and bitter, but I had mastered the art of speaking them so smoothly that even the cleverest man in the world swallowed them as truth. It was one of the things I had picked up from my father while I watched him conduct business with some of his associates who he didn’t trust very much. I hated it but the results were much better despite the aftertaste it left in your mouth. Tonight, though, the lies taste worse, because they weren’t meant for enemies or subordinates, they were meant for Michael. I had kept lying to the only man I have ever let myself love in this godforsaken world, and now I was still lying straight to his face. Michael was smart though and a part of me was convinced he didn't completely believe my excuse for why he had come to the hospital and met me in Ashley’s room. I couldn’t blame him for being extremely cautious of the words that came out of my mouth, after all, Mich

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