All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 501 - Chapter 510

Ashley’s POVThe cold wind had begun to enter through my coat as I waited outside Fernando’s large iron gate.At first, it was only a chill, something I could fold my arms against, now it was the kind of cold that crept beneath the skin.“Miss,” one of the guards called again, his voice hoarse with sympathy. “You should go home. You’ve been standing here for a while. It’s cold, and something tells me you're going to freeze here.”"I don't care. I want to see Michael" I snapped at him.The guards retreated back toward the gatehouse, muttering something I didn’t catch. I leaned against my car door, staring at the mansion’s distant lights. They flickered behind trees like stars and they seemed too far, too unreachable.Every few minutes I glanced at my phone, hoping, praying in silent whispers for it to light up with Michael’s name.But there was nothing.Until it did, but not with the name I wanted.Nick’s name appeared on my phone and I knew why he was calling. I hesitated, then swip

Michael’s POVThe first thing I felt was the cold. Not the kind that bites your skin, but the kind that reminds you you’re still alive. My eyes fluttered open to light streaming through the tall windows, and for a moment, I didn’t remember where I was or why my body felt heavy and spent.Then it came back, all of it.The heat, the whispers, the desperate rhythm of two people pretending the night could last forever.My chest rose slowly as I remembered Fernando. The sheet that covered me smelled faintly of his cologne. I turned my head, half expecting to see him beside me, but the space was empty. So this was it, the last morning of my life.I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, half amused by how peaceful I felt. I should have been terrified, after all, Fernando had promised that today I would die, yet instead of panic, I felt something lighter like acceptance, maybe.I touched my lips, still swollen from last night’s kisses. It was absurd, but I didn’t regret it. I had

Michael’s POVThe world outside the tinted glass looked different as if even the sun didn’t want to witness what was about to happen to me. The road to the docks stretched ahead, silent, cold, and endless. Fernando’s car moved fast with his guards’ vehicle close behind, like a reminder that there was no escape.Nobody said a word. Not the driver, not Marlo, who sat at the front, motionless, and certainly not Fernando, whose presence I could feel without even daring to look at him.The silence was suffocating.My heart kept trying to convince me there was still a chance, that maybe something would happen, that maybe he would change his mind. But the rational part of me knew better. Men like Fernando didn’t change their minds, they made examples.When the car finally stopped, the soft hum of the engine died, replaced by the sound of the ocean. The salty air rushed in through the open door, brushing my face like a last breath as I stepped out.I stared at the yacht for a long time, the

Michael’s POVThe ocean stretched endlessly around Fernando’s yacht, the silence ment to soothing but it was anything but that. The force of what was happening dug into my wrists and knees, biting harder each time I struggled. Two of Fernando’s men pressed down on my shoulders, their duty etched on their faces.It was almost poetic to be on my knees, surrounded by men who once took my orders, while the ghost of the past stood watching me with another man’s face.Even though I had been the one to reveal the truth, it still came as a shock to be right.“I can’t believe it's really you,” I whispered. My voice barely carried over the roar of the sea.The man in front of me, no, not a man, but a phantom wearing a mask made of flesh and lies, smiled faintly. “Oh, it’s me, Michael.” His tone was calm, almost tender, but it chilled every bone in my body. “You just never thought I would crawl back from hell, did you?”Fernando stood a few feet away, motionless, the wind tearing through his e

Fernando’s POVThe sound of the ocean was a roar in my ears, the kind that drowned out everything else like reason, fear, and even the environment were I stood rooted to the ground.For a moment, I couldn’t tell if the trembling in my hands came from anger or disbelief at the sight I behold.I stood there, watching as my men, my own men, turn their weapons toward me with the aim to shoot if i moved wrongly. The barrels of their guns glinted under the sun, the air humming with betrayal. Michael was still on his knees, his face filled with anger, the ropes that bound him digging into his wrists. Marlo had moved beside him with a gun in his hand, breathing hard.And Damian was smiling as if he was the grandmaster of games.God, that smile. I had seen it before in the dark of my bedroom, in the dim glow of cigarettes as he whispered lies to me, but now it looked different.“How long were they in your pocket?” I asked quietly. My voice was steady, but only just because the rage was bui