Lahat ng Kabanata ng His To Possess : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Rico's eyes were glued to the screen, watching as the figure paused by the truck—the exact truck Rico had stood beside that day. The same one Calla had been leaning against while pretending she was bored, pretending she wasn’t paying attention.The person bent slightly, their body blocking the camera’s full view. Their hand moved near the underside of the truck. Quick and careful, like someone who knew exactly what they were doing.Valentina’s breath came out sharp.“I knew it,” she said, her voice cutting through the room like glass. “I fucking knew it!"She turned toward Rico, eyes hard, almost glowing.“That bitch played you. Look at her—same hair, same height. That’s her. She’s the rat!"Rico’s jaw tightened so hard it ached.“It’s not her.”The words came out too fast. Like he needed to say them before his mind said something else.Valentina scoffed, folding her arms. “You brought her there yourself, Rico. That was the only day anyone outside your men set foot in that place. You

Calla blinked a few times, trying to adjust her eyes to the dark. At first, she saw nothing clearly. Then she noticed a figure standing a short distance from the bed, still and silent.“Rico?” she called softly, her voice rough from sleep. He didn’t answer.She could feel his eyes on her, heavy and intense, like heat pressing down on her skin. It made her chest tighten. Whatever mood he’d gone out with earlier, he’d brought it back with him.Her hand moved fast, reaching for the lamp beside the bed, and she flicked it on.The sudden light made her squint, her eyes burning a little as she lifted her arm to shield them. Her heart gave a sharp jump when his face came fully into view.Rico stood there, tall and rigid, his jaw set hard, his eyes dark and unreadable. He looked like a storm that hadn’t decided where to strike yet.She pushed herself up on the bed, the oversized shirt riding higher on her thighs as she shifted. She didn't miss Rico's brief glance at her thighs, the way his ja

Rico stood by the doorway, watching as Fabio drove Calla out of the mansion. His eyes stayed on the car until it disappeared down the road. Only then did he turn back inside and shut the door behind him, the sound echoing through the quiet house.He took the stairs two at a time, his steps heavy, his jaw locked so tight it ached. Once inside his room, he didn’t bother turning on the lights. He went straight to the dresser, pulled out his phone, and stared at the screen for a moment longer than necessary. His face was calm, but the anger was there, sitting just beneath the surface, waiting.He dialed the number and lifted the phone to his ear as it rang twice. Then someone picked up.“Oh, how I’ve been waiting for your call, Rico—”“Cut the bullshit,” he snapped, his voice low and flat. “I didn’t call to chit-chat with you.”There was a soft chuckle on the other end, slow and amused, like she was enjoying this far too much. “Then why did you call?” she asked.“You fucking had your sist

Rico sat alone on the couch in his office, the phone lay abandoned on the desk, the call already ended, but Leah’s voice still rang loud in his head, sharp and mocking, refusing to fade no matter how hard he tried to push it away.He didn’t bother turning on the lights. The windows were shut tight, the thick curtains pulled together, leaving only a thin line of light slipping through one small gap. It barely lit the room, but he didn’t need more than that.He lifted the whiskey bottle and took another long pull, not even bothering with a glass. The burn didn’t faze him anymore. The bottle was almost empty now, but he still drank like it wasn’t enough. Like it could wash something out of him if he tried hard enough.A cigar sat between his fingers, forgotten for a moment. The ashtray on the table held three used stubs already, proof of how long he’d been sitting there, stuck in the same place, stuck in the same thoughts all morning. His hair was a mess, fingers having run through it t

That night, Calla gently stroked Eli’s hair as he slowly drifted off to sleep. He’d begged her to read him a bedtime story, and she couldn’t say no. It had been so long since she’d tucked him in like this.She watched him closely, his eyelashes fluttering before finally resting still, his eyes fully closed, and his breathing slow and steady. A small smile tugged at his lips even in sleep. Calla stayed a little longer, just listening to the quiet rhythm of his breath, until she was sure he was deep asleep.She kissed his forehead softly, then slipped out of his room, closing the door behind her with a quiet click.Back in her own room, she picked up her phone. It had been days since she’d spoken to Luxe. She dialed the number, and her friend answered on the second ring.“Hey, gurllll!” Luxe said, sounding thrilled. “I’ve been worried sick bout you! Where have ya been?”Calla sat on the edge of her bed, voice low. “So much has happened these past couple of days.” Luxe could sense the