Semua Bab Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Bab 481 - Bab 490

Fernando’s POV The moment Marlo’s name flashed across my phone screen, I knew something was wrong. I had left Michael with the wedding planner but my mind was more focused on Marlo whom I met in the hallway. “Marlo,” I said, my voice edged with tension. “What happened?”“It’s Dominique. He didn’t leave the estate last night.”I froze. “What do you mean he didn’t leave?”“He was still in the servants’ quarters this morning. One of the maids found him when he tried to kill himself.”My heart stopped. “What?”“He’s alive,” Marlo said immediately. “We stopped him in time. He’s weak, but the doctor has seen him so he’s stable now.”I closed my eyes, rubbing my temple. “Where is he now?”“In his room. He hasn’t said a word since we found him.”I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Let me see him.”The walk to the servants’ quarters felt like walking through a storm. My head was pounding, my jaw tight. Every step echoed against the hallways of the mansion.“Is there anyone with him rig

Michael’s POVEmilio walked a few steps ahead of me, his shoes making soft clicks against the marble floor. The moment we turned the corner, I froze and my throat went dry, every muscle in my body tensed. I had endured an entire week for this.“Michael!”Henry's voice cracked in pure joy as he jumped to his feet and ran straight toward me.“Henry!” I opened my arms without thinking, and he slammed into my chest with enough force to nearly knock me over. I held him tightly, breathing in the familiar scent of his hair.God, I had missed that smell.“I missed you so much,” he mumbled against my shirt, his tiny hands holding my shirt as if I would disappear if he let go.“I missed you more,” I whispered back, my voice shaking. “So, so much.”We stayed like that for a while, just the two of us in a silent embrace.When Henry finally pulled back, his eyes shimmered with sadness far too heavy for his small shoulders.“Daddy said I can only see you on Saturdays now,” he said softly, his lo

Michael’s POV The room was quiet, but my head wasn’t. It hadn’t been since this afternoon. My eyes kept drifting to the corner, where Henry’s toy train lay overturned beside a half-finished puzzle and memories kept rushing in. I had stepped on one of its little wheels earlier, and instead of picking it up, I had just stared at it, thinking about how that boy, my boy, once used to cry when a piece went missing. Now he didn’t cry at all. Not when he scraped his knees, or when he got into fights, or even when he saw a gun. My throat tightened and I squeezed my eyes shut, but the image of Henry in the garden played again. It was hard to not imagine Henry’s tiny hands wrapped awkwardly around the grip of a gun too big for him. The thought made my stomach turn. Rachel would have never allowed it. I rubbed my temples, trying to quiet the storm inside me, but the harder I tried, the louder it got. Thoughts collided and tangled until I couldn’t tell one from the other, like fear, an

Michael’s POV The silence between us was heavy, filling the entire room. Dominique sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor like he was watching it. I could hear the faint tick of the clock on the wall behind me, each second dragging out longer than the last. I had been waiting for him to say whatever it was he came here to tell me and my patience was running thin. “Dominique,” I finally said, my voice lower than I meant it to be. “You said you needed to tell me something, so tell me.” He didn’t look up right away. His jaw flexed, his eyes darting briefly toward me before he looked away again. He finally lifted his head. His expression was tight, like the words he was about to say were eating him from the inside. “Michael…” He hesitated, his fingers twisting together. “What I’m about to say is going to hurt, but you need to hear it.” I exhaled sharply through my nose, leaning back in the armchair. “I’ve been through worse.” He gave me a pained look. “I’m not sure

Michael’s POVThe faint hum of the air conditioner was the only sound between us, slicing through the thick tension that filled Fernando’s massage suite. Fernando stood by the counter, his jaw clenched, hands gripping the edge as if it were the only thing keeping him from tearing the room apart. Marlo stood near the door, his broad frame blocking the exit like a shadow that had decided to take form. I stood there, my heart pounding in my throat, staring at the man I once thought I loved, or maybe still did, trying to find the version of him that used to make me feel safe.But he was gone, replaced by something darker, something that looked at me now with betrayal burning behind his eyes.“Say it again,” Fernando said, his voice low but trembling with anger. “Say what you think you know.”I swallowed hard. “I know about the adoption papers.”He turned sharply, the sound of his shoes on the marble floor echoing through the room. “What the hell are you talking about?”I stared right