All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 491 - Chapter 500

Michael’s POV My eyes fluttered open, and the sunlight slipping through the curtains burned against the dull ache in my head. I blinked a few times, trying to piece together where I was, then it all came rushing back. The argument, the truth and Fernando’s face when he stared at me went around in my head. I sat up slowly, my heart pounding. I was still in our room, his room, except now, it didn’t feel like ours anymore. The faint smell of his cologne lingered in the sheets, mixed with the sharper scent of tension and something else like regret, maybe. I swung my legs off the bed and walked across the room, my bare feet brushing against the cold floor. When I reached the door, I gripped the handle and turned it hard but it didn’t budge. It was locked. “Fernando!” I shouted. “Open the door!” No response. I tried again, louder. “Fernando! We need to talk!” Nothing. My hands slammed against the door. “Damn it, Fernando!” I pressed my ear against the door and heard faint fo

Fernando’s POV I lowered my voice into deadly calm as i let out a sigh. “You think I haven’t considered it? You think I haven’t thought of putting a gun to his head myself?” “Then why haven’t you?” Marlo demanded. “Because—” The word caught in my throat. I turned away, unable to finish. Because when I closed my eyes, I still saw him, because even knowing everything, part of me still wanted to believe in him, because I wasn’t sure if I could survive losing him, not after everything else I had already lost. Marlo must have sensed it. His tone softened. “Boss… you can’t let him destroy you.” I took a breath and sat again, the exhaustion settling deep in my bones. “He already has.” Marlo stood there for a moment, then finally exhaled. “I’ll tell the guards to keep watch. If he tries anything, they will handle it.” “Do that,” I said quietly. He turned to leave, but hesitated by the door. “There’s one more thing.” I raised a brow. “What now?” Marlo’s eyes flickered wi

Fernando’s POVThe house was too quiet and I hated it.I sat behind my desk in the study, the whiskey glass untouched before me. I had been staring at it for nearly an hour.The truth was, I didn’t know what to do.For the first time in years, my mind felt like chaos.I clenched my jaw, the veins on my hand tightening as I gripped the edge of the desk.Michael, my Michael.The name still burned in my heart.He had lied, deceived me and wormed his way into my home, my life, my bed, under the pretense of love, all while trying to destroy me.And yet even now, every thought of him hurt more than any betrayal I had ever known.I loved him in my own way. Brutally, completely, and foolishly.Now, all of it meant nothing.A soft knock came at the door but I didn’t answer.The door creaked open anyway, and Dominique stepped in, his shoes clicking against the polished floor. He was starting to look as handsome as the first day i met him.He closed the door quietly behind him and approached wi

Fernando’s POV The sound of water dripping from the shower echoed faintly against the marble walls as I finished freshening up, my mind still as chaotic as it had been earlier in the day. Steam curled through the bathroom, blurring the reflection of a man who stared into the mirror but barely recognized myself. It was as if the numerous stress from my first argument with Michael, followed by finding out Michael’s secret, was all crashing down upon me in heavy drops. And I wasn't sure if I could bear to go through with what I had agreed to do earlier today when Santiago had come to see me. I wiped a hand across the glass and my face emerged from the fog. I saw my sharp, handsome, but cold face and it hurt to see myself like that. It was the kind of face that had learned long ago how to hide regret behind a smile but I didn’t even know how to smile right now. It felt impossible. I hated mirrors these days because they reminded me of everything I had become. I slipped into a cr

Fernando’s POV The sound of the door slamming behind me echoed through the halls. For a long moment, I just stood there, my chest rising and falling with a slow, dangerous rhythm. My hands trembled, not with fear, but with the kind of rage that burned too hot to contain. Ashley’s voice still rang in my ears as I ripped off my gloves and threw them across the floor. “Damn her!” I hissed. Marlo and Dominique followed behind me cautiously, both keeping their distance as we entered my study. I kicked the door shut behind us and crossed to the desk, every step heavier than the last. Papers were scattered across the surface and I threw them off violently. “Fernando—” Dominique began. “Don’t,” I cut him off sharply. “Don’t talk to me right now.” My hands clenched into fists. I could still see Ashley’s face, hear her words about exposing everything. She couldn’t know that much… could she? I slammed my hand against the desk, the sound ringing through the study. “How the hell do