All Chapters of His To Possess : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Days passed in a blur, and Rico was already back in the mansion. At first, nobody expected him to recover so quickly. The doctors certainly didn't.Despite the doctor’s strict instructions to rest for two more weeks, he refused to stay in the hospital any longer. The moment he was well enough to walk around on his own, he signed the discharge papers and returned home.Two days later, he was already back home, walking around the mansion as though he hadn't recently undergone surgery.Calla hated it. Every morning she woke up hoping he would spend the day resting. Every morning he disappointed her.The wound at the back of his head was still healing, but that didn't stop him from burying himself in work. Reports filled his desk once again. His phone never stopped ringing. Meetings came and went. Men arrived at the mansion at all hours of the day and night.And through it all, Marco remained missing.Leah, however, wasn't so lucky. The woman barely made it halfway through her escape befo

The journey to Marco's hideout lasted a little over two hours, and nobody spoke much during the drive. The excitement from the field had slowly been replaced by something heavier and darker.It was anticipation.Inside the first vehicle, Rico sat quietly in the back seat with Ezio beside him. His elbow rested against the door while his eyes remained fixed on the darkness outside.Streetlights came and went, buildings grew fewer, and soon even the roads began to look abandoned. The closer they got to their destination, the more isolated everything became.Several black vehicles followed behind them, carrying the rest of their men. The convoy moved through the night like a shadow. Nobody wanted to alert Marco and risk losing him again.Eventually, Bruno’s voice crackled through the communication device. “We’re close.”Rico growled deep in his chest in response. The car continued forward for another few minutes before turning onto a narrow road surrounded by thick trees.The darkness her

Marco rolled onto his side and slowly pushed himself upright. He swayed slightly as he stood, one arm wrapped around his ribs while the other wiped blood from his chin.His smile never left. “You know…” he wheezed. “This feels familiar.”Rico said nothing. His chest rose and fell heavily as he peered down at Marco. His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles looked ready to split.Marco laughed again, his thumb grazing the corner of his lips. “We’ve been doing this for years.” His eyes lifted toward Rico. “Ever since we were kids.”Rico’s jaw flexed. He didn’t want to hear it after everything that had happened. "Shut up."Marco took a shaky step forward. “You always had everything handed to you," he said as his smile widened. “The respect, the loyalty, and the power. And no matter what I did, nobody looked at me the same way they looked at you.”Rico let out a scoff, shaking his head. He wasn't ready to go down memory lane. And the bastard was wrong. Did he seriously think Rico wa

Over the next few days, news of Marco Bellini’s death spread like wildfire across the country. Newspapers, television stations, and even radio stations broadcast the story. To some, it came as a shock. While to others, it wasn’t surprising at all.The exact cause of his death remained unknown to the public. Many people had their suspicions, but nobody dared to voice them too loudly. Rumors claimed he died in a warehouse fire. Others insisted he had somehow set himself ablaze.As for the council members, they all had one person in mind. Still, nobody was foolish enough to mention Rico’s name. They were scared to meet the same fate as Marco and his father.A day after Marco’s death, Rico tracked down Associates Domenico and Giuseppe at their penthouse just outside the city. He put two bullets through Domenico’s head without hesitation, then dragged Giuseppe to the edge of his own swimming pool and held him beneath the water.Minutes later, the associate’s lifeless body floated in his ow

A few more days passed peacefully at the Romano mansion, and Calla had quickly settled into a comfortable routine again. Most mornings, she woke up before Rico and spent a few minutes simply watching him sleep. The faint frown between his brows, his juicy lips set straight, slow yet steady breathing, and his chest going up and down.It was still strange seeing him so relaxed. She knew how much he had battled insomnia in the past, and he had always looked like a man carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.Now, although he was busier than ever as the new Don, he seemed lighter somehow. And that made her happier than ever.The mansion itself felt different too. The tension that had once followed everyone through the hallways was gone. Donna Marta no longer kept to herself. Eli was slowly becoming more like the cheerful little boy he used to be before the kidnapping.Even Sophia appeared happier. At least on the surface.That afternoon, Calla was sitting in one of the smaller