All Chapters of Possessed by My Mafia Stepbrother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Valentina’s POVThe bar pulsed with energy, the bass thrumming beneath my skin as I swayed to the music with my friends. The world blurred at the edges, softened by the drinks I'd downed too quickly. Colored lights swept across the dance floor, painting everyone in neon hues that made the night feel unreal, dreamlike.We were drunk. Laughing, clinging to each other as we stumbled through half-finished conversations. The vodka shots had melted my usual calculated reserve, leaving my emotions dangerously close to the surface. And at some point, my drunken thoughts drifted where they shouldn't have—toward Dante."I don't get it," I muttered, tipping back another shot, feeling the burn slide down my throat. "He used to tease me, flirt with me. Now he just ignores me."Nora giggled, slinging an arm around my shoulders. "Maybe he's scared of how hot you are."Sofia smirked, leaning in conspiratorially. "Or maybe he's trying not to think about how hot you are."I rolled my eyes, but the warm

Dante's POVDinner was calm on the surface, but beneath the polite conversation, I was seething.I hadn't stopped thinking about Valentina's little reunion all day. Seeing her smile at another man, letting him into her space, had driven me insane. The image kept replaying in my mind—her face lit up, that bastard leaning in too close. My fingers tightened around my fork, knuckles white with the effort of restraining myself.But instead of showing my hand, I played it cool.Lorenzo droned on about some business deal, while my mother nodded attentively. Valentina picked at her food, unusually quiet. The tension crackled beneath the veneer of normalcy, invisible to everyone but me. I watched her, noting how her gaze remained fixed on her plate, how she'd occasionally bite her lower lip—a habit I'd come to recognize as a sign of her unease.I waited until the conversation lulled before casually saying, "Valentina, I saw you earlier. Seemed like you were having an interesting conversation w

Valentina's POVI needed a distraction.Dante had humiliated me, mocked me when I had laid my desires bare, and left me burning with anger and something far more dangerous—longing. The memory of his fingers on my skin, inside me, followed by his abrupt rejection, had left me raw and exposed. If he thought he could control me, that he could push and pull at his own convenience, he was wrong.So when Leon called, I answered.Seeing him again felt like stepping into a memory. He was taller than I remembered, his body lean and strong from years of police training. Where the boy I'd known had been handsome in a polished, untested way, the man before me now radiated a quiet confidence that made my legs feel unexpectedly weak. His uniform had been impressive, but today, dressed casually in a crisp white shirt and dark jeans, he looked effortlessly handsome. The kind of man any girl would fall for.And I had. Once.We sat at an outdoor café, the warm breeze carrying the scent of coffee and fr

Valentina's POVSunday brunch was our tradition. A time to relax, gossip, and pretend we weren't tangled in the complications of life and love. But this time, I wasn't sure if it would help or make things worse.I needed a distraction, and my friends were the best way to find one. After the emotional rollercoaster with Dante—his touch, his rejection, my anger—and then my date with Leon, my mind was a battlefield of conflicting emotions.The four of us sat at our favorite outdoor café, the sun warming our skin as the scent of fresh pastries and coffee drifted through the air. The patio was crowded with the usual weekend crowd, tables filled with laughing people enjoying the perfect weather. I'd chosen a corner table, my back to the wall—a habit ingrained from years in my father's world. Always be aware of your surroundings, always have an escape route.Raine, always the boldest of our group, twirled her mimosa glass between her fingers, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk. Her brig

Valentina’s POVThe fever crept in slowly, a dull ache settling in my limbs before the chills and exhaustion took over completely. By the time I realized I was truly sick, my body had already surrendered to it. My head throbbed, my skin burned, and even the thought of leaving my bed felt impossible.Somewhere between my fitful dreams and fevered haze, I heard a deep voice murmuring to me. A hand pressed against my forehead, warm and steady. A blanket was pulled up to my shoulders, tucking me in with surprising gentleness.When I finally managed to open my eyes, the dim light of my room barely registered. My body ached as I shifted, and then I saw him.Dante.Sitting at the edge of my bed, arms crossed, watching me with unreadable eyes.“You’re awake,” he said, his voice softer than usual.I swallowed, my throat dry and scratchy. “What…?”“You’re sick,” he said simply, standing up and walking toward the nightstand. He picked up a cup and brought it to me. “Drink this.”I stared at him