All Chapters of His To Possess : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Calla slipped out of the bathroom. White robe neatly tied around her waist. She let her damp hair dangle from each side of her shoulders, tiny beads of water dripping from the curls, falling onto the ground.She glanced at the large clock on the way and sighed. It's a few minutes past seven in the evening and Rico isn't back yet. She just had dinner with Sophia and was back in her room. Donna Marta, as usual, had dinner in her room.Calla's hand came up to wipe off water that trailed down her cheeks. She glanced at her phone that sat on the bedside table. The content of those messages still stayed fresh and haunting in her mind. How was he able to message her? She had changed her number months ago.She sighed and sat on the dresser, phone in her hand. She kept glancing over the words of the message. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Calla shivered. Her head whipped to the door, and she saw Rico come in. She jumped to her feet, hiding her phone behind her back.Rico paused for a se

Rico came back about twenty minutes ago. His face was tired, his shoulders dropped, and under his eyes were darker than the previous night. He was already in the bathroom.Calla ended the call and dropped the phone onto the bed. She had just gotten off the phone with Eli. It was daytime over there, and he had only just returned from school.He talked to her about so many things—a new science teacher and a renewed science lab. A group project and him being the group leader. His friends. And a new exchange student—whom he has a crush on.The bathroom door opened, and her head turned toward the sound. Rico stepped out with a towel loosely tied around his waist, water still clinging to his skin. The heat from the shower seemed to follow him into the room, mixing with the quiet air between them.Calla blinked for a second, then looked away as if she hadn’t just noticed him. The heat rose to her neck and up her cheeks.She frowned. She wasn't even sure why she looked away. This isn't the fi

The enormous kitchen was filled with Donna Marta and Calla's loud laughter. The chef and maids were nowhere to be seen. They were given the morning off by Donna Marta, as she and Calla insisted on making breakfast.It was surprising. The chef wanted to refuse, but couldn't. It was an order from the mistress.Calla was the one who suggested they make breakfast together. But what she didn't know was that the old woman couldn't cook. Growing up in a mafia home, she dared not set foot in the kitchen. Her father always prohibited such acts, telling her it wasn't her role. So the chef and maids did the cooking.Donna Marta never argued with her father. Seeing this now, she rushed at the opportunity. Excited to be close to the person her son loves. Maybe this way, she will be somewhat closer to Rico.At first, it was awkward because Calla didn't know where to start. The kitchen was huge. Cabinets and countertops occupy every space. She didn't know where to look for what. Or how to ask Donn

~~Few Hours Earlier~~After Rico left that morning, Calla helped out in the kitchen to pass time. The maids tried stopping her, but she insisted, washing dishes and helping prep meals while softly humming to herself the entire time.When she finished, she headed back to her room.She picked up a book she had found in the library a few days ago and sat cross-legged on the bed.Calla flipped open the first page, resting her head against the headboard as her eyes moved over the old paper.Just then, her phone buzzed.She sighed absentmindedly and reached for it from the side table. The moment she looked at the notification and saw it was a one-time view photo, a frown slowly formed on her face.A bad feeling settled heavily in her chest. Her thumb hovered over the screen for a few seconds before she finally opened it.The moment the picture appeared, her blood ran cold.It was Eli. He was lying in the back of a van... unconscious.Her eyes widened in horror and a sharp

As soon as Rico drove into the long driveway of the mansion, he didn’t even bother parking properly. He killed the engine and practically jumped out of the driver’s seat.The car door slammed shut with a loud bang that echoed across the large compound, startling the birds perched in the nearby trees. They scattered into the air immediately.Rico marched forward, his hair was rough and disheveled, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone.He was furious. Absolutely raging. His jaw was clenched so tightly it looked painful, and the veins along his neck and forehead were visibly throbbing with anger.The moment he reached the entrance of the house, he found all the guards on duty standing there with their heads lowered in shame and fear.The butler, maids, and other staff stood frozen nearby, trembling badly. Sweat covered their faces as they silently wondered what punishment was about to fall on them.After reading those messages in his car, Rico immediately called the head of s