All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 551 - Chapter 560

Fernando’s POV I shut the study door behind me and let out a slow breath. Santiago’s words had been scratching at my skull since the moment he said them.I lowered myself into the armchair behind the desk and rubbed my temples.“Sir,” one of the maids Anabelle brought said softly from the doorway. “Do you need anything?”“Whisky,” I muttered. “A strong one and bring the bottle.”She bowed quickly and disappeared. A moment later she returned with two maids in tow, one carrying a tray with a deep-amber bottle and the other with two crystal glasses. They set everything down then bowed.“Leave it,” I said.Once the door clicked shut, silence wrapped around me again.I poured a drink, watched the whisky swirl into the glass like a slow-moving storm, and tried to steady my mind.Could Marlo betray me? Had he done so already?He had always stood beside me, my right hand, my most trusted ally since before I met Michael and Henry were born.“Stop,” I muttered to myself. “You’re thinking you

Michael's POVA few days had passed since the argument with Ashley, but the weight of it still sat heavy in my chest like a stone and it followed me everywhere.Even now, as I sat on the rug of the safe house living room, building a crooked tower of wooden blocks with Henry, my mind was nowhere near the colorful pieces in my hands.“Michael,” Henry said, squinting at the structure. “You’re putting it wrong. The big one goes under.”I blinked and looked down. He was right. I had stacked the smallest block at the base, and the whole thing was leaning dangerously.“Ah,” I said, forcing a smile. “Master builder has spoken.”Henry grinned proudly. At six years old, he had that rare combination of innocence and sharp awareness that made him both comforting and terrifying to be around. He noticed things, too many things.I fixed the tower, careful this time, while Henry hummed under his breath.But even with him right beside me, I couldn’t stop thinking about Ashley, Nick and Fernando.Ashle

Michael's POVAgreeing to listen to Fernando felt less like a decision and more like surrender.Not because I suddenly trusted him again, not because my doubts had magically dissolved, but because every path I had taken to find the truth had ended the same way with doors closing, eyes averting, silence stretching thicker than lies.So when Fernando said we should resume planning the wedding, I had no other choice than to just nod.This wasn’t what i would have wanted for myself, especially with how crazy the past few days has been, but there was nothing i could do about it.I told myself it was temporary. That going along with it didn’t mean I was done questioning. It only meant I was exhausted from carrying suspicion alone. I was totally exhausted from feeling like the only one not allowed to see the full picture of my own life and no matter how much I tried to change things up, they ended up being the same way in my head.The safe house no longer felt like a hiding place that morni

Michael’s POVI stood in front of the mirror longer than necessary, fingers hovering at the collar of my shirt, adjusting it, then undoing it, then adjusting it again.I wasn’t nervous about my appearance. I was nervous about what tonight would change.The bedroom was quiet, too quiet for a place that usually hummed with movement and distant voices. I smoothed my jacket and studied my reflection.My phone lay face-down on the dresser, silent now. Santiago hadn’t called again after I sent the coordinates. He had only sent a single message in return."I’ll arrive before nightfall" His text had read.My chest tightened.Everything Fernando had been hiding from me, every suspicious glance, every carefully worded answer, every time someone stopped talking when I entered a room, was about to unravel.I needed to know, even if it destroyed something.A soft knock came at the door and I froze.“Michael?” Fernando’s voice followed, familiar and grounding and dangerous all at once. “Have you s

Michael's POVHenry tugged on my sleeve like his life depended on it.“Michael,” he whined softly, dragging out my name the way only a child who was very hungry could. “I want a snack.”I looked down at him and sighed, though there was no real frustration in it. If anything, Henry asking for food was one of the few things that still felt normal around here.“A snack?” I asked. “Didn’t you just eat?”“That was a long time ago,” he said seriously.I checked my watch out of habit and saw it was only twenty minutes.“Sure,” I said, rubbing his hair. “Let’s go rob the kitchen before Fernando’s men eat everything.”Henry grinned and grabbed my hand, pulling me down the hallway.The safe house had changed in the past few days. It wasn’t just the flowers or the candles or the men moving around with purpose instead of guns in their hands, it was the energy, like the walls themselves knew something big was coming.A wedding.I still hadn’t fully processed that word.As we walked, my thoughts dr