Semua Bab Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Bab 471 - Bab 480

Fernando’s POV The silence in my room was suffocating. Not the usual calm kind of silence, the kind that gave me control over my thoughts, but the type that crawled under your skin and demanded you break something. I had been pacing for most of the last hour, my hands locked behind my back, my jaw tight enough to split stone. The ticking of the antique clock was louder than usual, each second mocking me for not taking action. Dominique should have been back by now. He wasn’t the type to delay unless something, or someone, had interfered. My mind kept circling back to Michael no matter how hard I tried to stop myself and focus on something else that wouldn't make me angry as well as make me feel like shit and the same time. I exhaled sharply and sat down on the bed, running my hand over my hair. He had been distant for days, quieter than usual, avoiding my touch as if my skin burned him. I didn’t want this to be my life. A man with my kind of money didn't deserve to be in this

Marlo’s POV The sound of shouting echoed down the hallway. Even before I reached the door to Fernando’s suite, I could hear his voice, sharp, commanding and furious. Michael’s voice was also audible and he wasn’t backing down. I frowned and pushed through the small crowd of guards gathered at the doorway. Their posture was tense, shoulders squared, eyes darting nervously toward the man inside. When I stepped through, the air felt heavy, like the very walls were holding their breath. Fernando stood near the window, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitch in his cheek. Michael was standing several paces away, a duffel bag half-zipped at his feet, his face pale but his eyes blazing with fury. “What the hell is going on?” I demanded quietly, moving past the guards. Michael finally turned to me, his voice low but shaking with anger. “Tell me something, Marlo. Did you know Fernando has been having an affair with Dominique?

Marlo’s POV As I walked hurriedly down the hall and turned the corner, I saw Anabelle standing in the wide hallway under the chandelier’s dim light. She was talking to the guards, her voice soft but filled with worry. “What’s going on? Why does Don Fernando want to see me at this hour?” The guards stood stiffly. “Stop,” I called out as I approached. “I’ll take it from here.” The guards exchanged uncertain looks. One of them shifted slightly. “But the boss said—” “I said I’ll handle it.” My tone was sharp, leaving no room for argument. After a tense pause, they stepped back. I nodded toward the opposite hallway. “Wait there until I call for you.” They obeyed, though reluctantly. Anabelle’s gaze met mine immediately. “Marlo, what’s happening?” She stepped closer, her voice trembling. “Did I do something wrong?” I swallowed hard, forcing calm into my tone. “You need to come with me, but first tell me the truth.” Her brows furrowed. “About what?” “Did you tell Mic

Fernando’s POVThe study was quiet again, too quiet.I swirled the glass between my fingers and leaned back in the chair, the leather creaking under my weight. I set the glass down too harshly; it cracked against the desk, but didn’t break. I dragged a hand through my hair and exhaled, staring at the unopened folder on my desk, but none of it mattered tonight. Not when the man upstairs, the one I claimed as mine, could barely look at me.I told myself I would go back to my room soon to face him.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath and grabbed the whiskey bottle again.I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore. To stay here and drown in liquor, or walk up those stairs and face the mess I had created.If I went back to him now, what would I even say? "Sorry for threatening to kill your loved ones, darling? I didn’t mean it, I was just scared you’d leave me?"Pathetic. I was supposed to be in control, and yet every time he looked at me with those eyes, all my defenses crumbled.A so

Michael’s POVThe echo of Fernando’s footsteps trailed behind him as he walked toward the door. For a fleeting second, I thought he might just leave without another word or command, another reminder that I was still his prisoner in this gilded cage. But of course, Fernando was never one to leave things unsaid.He paused near the doorway, turning back with that same calm, unshakable poise that both fascinated and sickened me.“Mortis. Emilio.” His voice was low, but it carried across the dining hall like a blade.They stepped forward from the corner of the room. I hadn’t even realized they were there. “Watch him,” Fernando said simply. “Every movement and every word. He doesn’t leave the estate unless I say so.”“Yes, boss,” Mortis replied, his tone clipped and professional.My stomach turned. “Are you serious?”Fernando’s gaze shifted to me. “You’ve made it clear I can’t trust you.”“Because I don’t want to marry you?” I snapped.He didn’t answer. Instead, he took a few slow steps