All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 461 - Chapter 470

Fernando’s POV Michael froze when I said it. The wind swept between us, tugging at his hair, but he didn’t move. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. I hated that silence more than his anger. At least when he yelled, I knew where I stood. “Limit my time?” he finally repeated, his voice trembling. “What the hell are you talking about, Fernando?” I straightened my posture, refusing to waver. “Exactly what I said. You’ve been too lenient with him and It’s starting to show in the way he behaves.” Michael’s eyes darkened. “He’s behaving like a child because that’s what he is!” “He’s my heir,” I snapped before I could stop myself. “And he’s losing focus under your influence.” He took a step toward me, his voice dropping. “My influence? You mean the fact that I tell him he’s loved? That I don’t make him earn it every damn day?” I clenched my fists. “You’re twisting my words.” “No, Fernan

Fernando’s POV The study was silent except for the rhythmic ticking of the large clock behind me. I liked the sound, it reminded me of order and control.Emilio and Mortis stood before my desk, their hands behind their backs.Mortis finally cleared his throat. “Boss, Ashley has arrived at the mansion.”I didn’t look up from the papers I was signing. “I’m aware.”“She was in the hallway,” Emilio added, his voice hesitant. “She was speaking with Michael.”At that, my pen paused. I lifted my gaze, and they both dropped theirs immediately. My jaw tightened. “Michael?”Emilio nodded quickly. “Yes, sir. He seemed distressed about Henry’s belongings being moved and Ashley was consoling him, but she had been told to wait in the sitting room.”The sound of her name with his in the same sentence clawed under my skin.I set down the pen and rubbed the bridge of my nose. “What about Henry’s transfer?”“Almost done,” Mortis replied. “Marlo is handling it personally.”Of course he was.“Did M

Fernando’s POVThe sound of the front doors closing behind Ashley echoed through the hall like a gunshot then silence followed.I stood in front of the window, the weight of the glass in my hand cooling my palm, the whiskey swirling amber in the light. I took a slow sip, watching the liquid burn its way down. My guards’ footsteps faded somewhere down the corridor, leaving me alone with the ticking of the clock and the faint smell of Ashley’s perfume.She was stubborn, sharp-tongued and loyal in all the wrong ways. The kind of person I didn’t want anywhere near me.She thought I didn’t know about her little calls, her visits, and her whispering in Michael’s ear. She thought she could move unnoticed in my house. Foolish woman.I placed the empty glass on the table, my reflection flickering across the polished wood.Ashley thought she was defying me, in truth, she was already surrounded by my eyes and ears. Every time she called Nick, every time she walked back into that building, she

Michael’s POV I sat by the balcony, a book open in my hands, though I hadn’t turned a page in over twenty minutes. My eyes traced the same sentence again and again without absorbing a single word. My mind was somewhere else, trapped in a loop of thoughts that refused to let me rest.Henry wasn’t my son by blood, but in every other sense that mattered, he was mine, and now I barely saw him.A knock sounded at the door, soft but distinct.“Come in,” I said, my voice low.The door opened, and Emilio stepped in, balancing a large bouquet of fresh white lilies in his arms. The delicate petals looked almost too fragile against his black uniform.He smiled faintly. “Don Fernando sent these.”I blinked, lowering the book. “Flowers?”Emilio nodded, setting the bouquet gently on the edge of my bed. “He said they’re for you.”I stared at the flowers for a moment, expression unreadable. “Why?”“I think…” Emilio hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. “I think he’s trying to make peace.”

Michael’s POVThe air outside was colder than I expected. I didn’t grab a jacket before walking out, but maybe the chill was exactly what I needed.I took the stone steps down slowly, my hands in my pockets, trying to swallow the lump of anger in my throat.Every step away from the mansion felt like peeling off another layer of suffocation. I needed distance from the walls and Fernando.Even thinking his name made my chest tighten.I sat down on a bench and rubbed my hands over my face, trying to calm the storm building in my chest.Without thinking, I pulled out my phone and called Ashley.She picked up on the second ring.“Michael? What’s wrong?”Her voice was sharp and worried. “I’m fine,” I lied. “I just… needed to talk.”She didn’t buy it. “You sound anything but fine. What happened this time?”I leaned back, staring at the stars through the branches. “It’s the same thing, Ash.”“Let me guess,” she said bitterly. “Fernando is still playing god with visitation?”I smiled weakly