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Chapter 39: Ghosts in the Hallway
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His Possession: Don’s Reluctant Bride Chapter 40: Fault Lines
The silence in the house was no longer peaceful—it was loaded. Every hallway felt like it echoed with what hadn’t yet been said.Elana stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching the way the wind tugged at the fountain’s still water. Her mother was behind her, quiet, but she could feel the weight of her presence.“You’ve changed,” Isabella said finally.Elana didn’t turn around. “I had to.”“That man you married… he’s not the type to let a woman stay soft.”Elana turned, her voice sharp but not unkind. “You think I’m less because I don’t flinch anymore?”“I think you’re surviving. I’m just wondering how much of you is still left underneath.”Elana’s jaw flexed. “That’s not fair.”Isabella stepped forward, her eyes narrowing. “Is it? You didn’t even blink when Matteo said they found another body this morning.”“That body was one of ours,” Elana said. “A boy who grew up guarding this house. And I’m angry. But I can’t fall apart every time someone dies, not anymore.”For a moment, Isabe
His Possession: Don’s Reluctant Bride Chapter 39: Ghosts in the Hallway
The quiet of the Moretti estate wasn’t peace—it was the eye of a storm.Elana walked the hallway outside her bedroom with slow, measured steps, her arms wrapped around herself. A thousand thoughts buzzed through her head, each more unsettling than the last. The return of Lucia—the woman once trusted by her father, long presumed dead—had shattered the uneasy calm they’d been holding onto. Her sudden appearance couldn’t be coincidence.And Elana’s mother still hadn’t said a word about it.“You’re pacing,” a voice said from behind.Elana turned to see Isabella stepping out from one of the guest rooms, a robe draped around her slim frame, eyes sharp despite the hour. She hadn’t left since the night she’d arrived, and her presence in the house remained a thorn in Luca’s side.“I couldn’t sleep,” Elana murmured. “Too much happening.”“Lucia,” Isabella said, her tone crisp. “I heard the name. And I saw the look on your face.”Elana didn’t answer at first. She leaned against the wall, pressin
His Possession: Don’s Reluctant Bride Chapter 38: The Informant’s Warning
The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a desk lamp. Luca stood by the window, staring out at the courtyard while Elana sat on the couch, Isabella curled beside her, half-asleep with a stuffed bear in her arms. But Elana’s eyes were wide open—alert, heart thudding. She couldn’t shake the image of Lucia’s face from the grainy security feed. It had been so long, but some things never faded. There was a soft knock. Matteo stepped inside. “She’s clean. No weapons, no wires. Nervous, but not hostile.” Elana stood immediately. “Where is she?” “In the guest study. She asked to speak with you first—alone.” Luca turned from the window. “No.” Elana met his gaze. “Luca.” “You’re not going in there alone. I don’t care who she used to be.” “Then let me take Matteo with me. Just not you.” He raised an eyebrow. “Why not me?” “Because you walk into a room and everything shifts. People see blood before words.” Her voice softened. “She came to me. Let’s not scare her off.” A
His Possession: Don’s Reluctant Bride Chapter 37: Torn Vows
The silence in Luca’s office was deafening. Elana stood by the window, arms crossed, watching the trees sway in the wind beyond the estate walls. The sky was overcast, as if the world outside reflected the growing tension inside. Luca leaned against the edge of his desk, eyes on her. He hadn’t said a word since Matteo left with the update on Marconi’s crew. “They hit one of the storage fronts,” he said finally. “Four of our men are dead.” Elana’s jaw tensed. “Did they take anything?” “No. It was a message.” His voice was cold, but controlled. “One we’ll answer soon.” She turned toward him. “And what’s the plan?” “We retaliate. Swift and clean.” Her eyes narrowed. “No discussion?” “I’m not asking for permission.” “I’m not some naive trophy wife anymore, Luca. We’ve both seen what happens when emotions dictate bloodshed.” His gaze darkened. “This isn’t about emotions. This is business.” Elana stepped closer, her voice sharp but low. “You’re lying. You want revenge
His Possession: Don’s Reluctant Bride Chapter 36: Blood in the Water
Luca sat at the head of the long dining room table, its polished surface now buried under maps, surveillance photos, and weapon manifests. The weight of leadership sat heavier on him tonight. His eyes moved with practiced efficiency, but Elana could see the tension in his jaw, the silent calculation in every breath. “This alliance Marconi’s building,” Matteo said from the corner, “it’s not just about territory anymore. He’s targeting loyalty. Buying men who were ours.” “Cowards,” Luca muttered. Elana stood off to the side, arms folded, watching them all. Men in suits with cold eyes. Her mother’s warning still echoed in her mind, threading through every sentence spoken around that table. She stepped forward. “What if he’s not trying to buy them?” she said, voice firm. “What if he’s threatening them? Offering them safety if they turn before the storm hits?” The room went quiet. Luca looked up at her. “She’s not wrong,” Matteo said. “Fear is a faster motivator than greed.”
His Possession: Don’s Reluctant Bride Chapter 35: Ghosts That Bleed
Elana stood in the long hallway outside the drawing room, hands cold despite the heat pooling from the vents above. The door in front of her was shut, but the weight behind it felt heavier than iron. Her mother was in there. Alive. Breathing. Real. She hadn’t seen Isabella Romano in seven years—not since the night her mother walked out without a word, leaving behind a broken family and a daughter too young to understand the cost of silence. Luca’s hand touched her lower back gently. “You don’t have to go in yet.” “I do,” she whispered. She pushed open the door. Isabella stood near the fireplace, wrapped in a long navy coat, her blond hair threaded with silver. Time hadn’t dulled her beauty—it had sharpened it. But her eyes were no longer soft. They were cautious. Worn. “Elana,” she breathed, stepping forward. “My God… you look just like—” “Don’t,” Elana cut her off. “Not like him. I’m not like him.” Her mother’s expression faltered. “You don’t know everything—” “N
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