All Chapters of The Don's Possession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

James sat in the darkness of his room, his thoughts drowning him. The ghosts of his past had never left him, they lingered in the corners of his mind, whispering memories he tried to forget.He stared blankly at the shattered vase on the floor, his breathing still uneven from the outburst he had moments ago. His fingers curled into a fist. He had lost control again.Standing up, he ran a hand through his hair and walked toward the far end of his room. The bookshelf there looked ordinary, but it was more than just a piece of furniture, it was a doorway. With a simple press against the wooden panel, a soft click sounded, and the hidden door slid open, revealing a narrow hallway leading into another room.His sanctuary.James stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The dim light cast long shadows over the walls, which were lined with sketches, paintings, and unfinished pieces, each one holding fragments of his life.A drawing board stood in the center of the room. He picked up a fre

The grand estate of Mr. David stood under the dimming evening sky, a fortress of wealth and power. Inside, the tension was palpable. Mr. David sat on his luxurious leather couch, his fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest. His sharp eyes followed his son, Bruno, as he sparred with one of the trainers in the courtyard. Beside him, his wife, Greta, watched with pride, clapping excitedly every time Bruno landed a decent hit.“That's my son! You’re doing great, Bruno,” she cheered, smiling at him.Bruno tried to stay focused, but his father’s expressionless face unsettled him. He threw a final punch, stepping back to catch his breath, before looking toward his father, searching for approval. But all he saw was disappointment.Mr. David exhaled sharply and shook his head. “I’m sick and tired of your son, Greta,” he muttered. “He’s been learning the same thing for weeks, yet there’s no improvement. I don’t have time for this nonsense.”Greta’s smile faltered, and Bruno’s grip on his glo

James sat on the balcony, still deep in conversation with Cole. They had spent the last half hour discussing their strategy for the upcoming housewarming event. Though it was meant to be a joyous occasion, they both knew it could turn into a battlefield at any moment.James exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face. "I hate that we have to think this way. I should be looking forward to this party, not planning for a potential bloodbath."Cole leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "That’s the life we have, James. We don’t get to have normal celebrations. Not when we have enemies lurking in every shadow."James nodded, but his mind was elsewhere. A nagging feeling crept into his chest, and he found himself glancing toward the stairs."Rose didn’t look good when she went up," he murmured.Cole followed his gaze. "You should check on her."James didn’t need to be told twice. He placed his glass on the table and rose to his feet. "I’ll be back."Upstairs, Rose lay unconsciou

The atmosphere inside James’s mansion was thick with urgency. Cole stood at the center, his sharp eyes scanning his men as they loaded weapons and prepared for war. The weight of his confession still hung in the air, but there was no time for regrets. James and Rose needed him.Penelope grabbed his arm again, her eyes pleading. "Cole, I need you to think this through. This isn’t just some street fight. Kane has been planning this for years."Cole sighed, placing his hands on her shoulders. "I know. And that’s why I have to go."She shook her head. "You can’t just walk into a trap. There has to be a plan."A man in the room, Logan, one of James’s most trusted allies, spoke up. "She’s right, boss. We need to be smart about this."Cole exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. What do we know?"The man who had escaped the ambush stepped forward. "I overheard some of Kane’s men talking. They took them to an abandoned warehouse on the east side of town."Logan nodded. "That makes se

The next evening, Rose stood in front of the mirror, her heart pounding as she adjusted the sleek black gown that hugged her figure like a second skin. It was dangerously low-cut, with a thigh-high slit that made her feel both powerful and vulnerable. Her dark curls cascaded down her shoulders, and the deep red lipstick James had chosen for her made her lips look almost sinful.James stepped behind her, his reflection appearing in the mirror. He was dressed in an all-black suit, a mask already resting in his hand. His gaze traveled over her, dark and unreadable."You look…" He paused, then exhaled slowly. "Deadly."Rose swallowed, gripping the vanity table. "Are you sure about this?"He turned her around to face him, lifting her chin. "You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to."She searched his eyes. "But if I don’t, we lose an important advantage."James clenched his jaw. "Yes.""Then I’m doing it."A flicker of something, pride, frustration, admiration, flashed in his eyes bef