THE MAFIA BOSS POSSESSION

I froze the moment our eyes met.A man sat like a king on the long sofa in our living room. He wore a black mask, hiding most of his face, but not those eyes—piercing blue, cold as ice. His gaze stabbed straight into my soul, and I was the first to look away.I couldn’t breathe.Just a few minutes ago, I was working happily at my little coffee shop.Now?Now I was kneeling on the cold tile floor, surrounded by armed men with guns. My heart thundered in my chest. I wanted to run—but I knew I wouldn’t get far.The man leaned forward, face-to-face with my pale, shaking father.“Are you going to pay me,” he said in a voice sharp and emotionless, “or should I blow your skull open?”I stiffened. His voice alone made my blood run cold.“H-Have mercy…” Papa pleaded, kneeling—kneeling—in front of him.But mercy wasn’t part of this man’s vocabulary.He kicked my father so hard that he crashed onto the floor—even after kissing the sole of the man’s shoe.I wanted to feel sorry.But how could I, w

Twelve o’clock. Midnight.The ticking of the grand clock echoed in my ears like a countdown to my own funeral.I stood by the window, staring out at the massive estate. The night was still. Too still. As if the world was holding its breath for my answer.The mansion was surrounded by high steel walls, electric fences, and men in black patrolling the perimeter. I had no doubt that every inch of this place was a trap dressed in luxury.Even if I managed to escape, I wouldn’t survive five steps past that gate.I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stop the shaking. I didn’t want to cry again. I was tired of crying. But everything inside me screamed with helplessness.Marry a man I barely knew a man who had shot my father and sister.Or watch the people who betrayed me suffer.What kind of choice was that?“Celeste,” I whispered to myself. “Get a grip. You need to think clearly.”But how could I?All I could hear was Papa screaming. All I could see was Selene’s face distorted in pain

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa. The golden light seemed almost cruel as it spilled across the polished floor, illuminating the cold silence that had settled in the room. I sat on the edge of the vast bed, the USB drive heavy in my hand, its weight a constant reminder of everything I had just learned. For hours, I had poured over the files each document a fresh wound. Offshore accounts hidden in secret locations, gambling debts spiraling wildly out of control, contracts shredded without a second thought, and betrayal after betrayal piled up like a mountain of lies. Eduardo Madrigal, the man I had once called “father,” was nothing like I imagined. He was a stranger, a monster hiding behind a mask of respectability. The bitter taste of betrayal flooded my mouth as I replayed the words in my mind. How had I been so blind? How had I lived in his shadow, unaware of the darkness festering beneath? The weight of his sins pressed do

The moment I stepped into the hidden chamber and saw the loose brick on the floor, I knew she had tried to run.Smart girl. Stupid move.My jaw clenched as I stared at the narrow passage she’d uncovered. She remembered. She actually remembered that tunnel something I built years ago as an emergency escape.Of course she would. She never forgot anything. Especially not the ways to defy me.“She’s in the tunnel,” I said coldly to the guards. “Stand down. She won’t get far.”I didn’t wait for anyone to react. I moved fast, slipping into the dark crawlspace, my body low, every sense alert. My thoughts burned with one name.Celeste.She never stopped testing me. Always pushing, always running. She still didn’t understand. This wasn’t just about keeping her close. It was about survival. Mine. And hers.The passage twisted, the walls pressing close, but I moved like a shadow through the dark. I knew every turn, every inch. She thought she could vanish? Hide from me?She belonged to me. Wheth

I woke with a jolt.For a split second, I didn’t remember where I was. Then the cold metal beneath me bit into my back, and everything came rushing back the failed escape, the suffocating tunnel, Dominic’s breath on my skin, and his voice still echoing in my ears.You're mine, Celeste.The air was warmer now. Someone must’ve closed the grate above us during the night. Dominic was gone. His coat still lay beside me, but his presence the heavy weight of his attention had vanished.Good.I sat up slowly, muscles stiff and sore. My throat burned from thirst, my body aching in places I didn’t want to acknowledge. I moved toward the open tunnel entrance and crawled out carefully.The hallway outside the hidden shaft was empty, eerily quiet. I expected guards. Instead, there was only silence and the scent of something sweet drifting from deeper inside the villa—perfume, expensive and sickly strong.Then I heard it. The unmistakable click of heels on marble.Voices followed. Laughter. Feminin