All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 561 - Chapter 570

Michael’s POVI almost didn’t recognize myself. I stared at my reflection like it belonged to a stranger.The man staring back wore a tailored black suit that hugged his shoulders perfectly. The white shirt beneath was crisp, the cufflinks gleaming softly under the warm light. My hair had been styled carefully, every strand placed with intention.Fernando never tolerated imperfection and yet, no matter how flawless the image appeared, I felt like I was splintering apart from the inside.My chest felt too tight, like the air in the room had thickened. My heartbeat was loud, too loud, thudding in my ears in a frantic rhythm that refused to calm.This was happening tonight. I was about to marry Fernando.The words echoed in my head, heavy and unreal, as though saying them enough times might make them settle but they didn’t. My gaze drifted to the dresser and i saw my phone there, face down.I reached for it instinctively then froze halfway. My fingers hovered inches above the screen, tr

Michael's POVThe door hadn’t opened yet, and already my heart felt like it was trying to claw its way out of my chest.I stood there in the narrow space behind the hall, the low music from inside drifting through the thick wood like a distant pulse. Everyone was standing now, waiting for me.I adjusted my grip on Henry’s small hand for what felt like the tenth time in a minute. His palm was warm and slightly sweaty, excitement radiating off him in waves. On my other side, Ashley stood close, too close to be casual, close enough that I knew she was ready to catch me if my knees finally gave out.“You’re shaking,” she murmured.“I’m not,” I lied automatically.She squeezed my arm. “Michael.”I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to unclench my shoulders. “Okay. Maybe a little.”Henry looked up at me, his eyes wide and sparkling. “Is it my turn soon?”I smiled despite myself. “Soon, buddy.”I had caught a glimpse of Fernando earlier, just a second, just enough to lodge itself into my m

Michael's POVThe gunfire doesn’t stop, it only grew louder and closer as if it was slowly advancing towards the small hall where we had gathered. Sharp cracks tore through the night air outside the safe house, and whatever illusion of safety this place once had was completely gone.The walls felt thinner now, fragile, like they could shatter at any second.My arms were locked tightly around Henry.I didn’t even remember moving him closer to me. One moment he was standing beside me Ashley and me, excited about the wedding, the next I had pulled him into my chest so hard his face was buried against my neck.He was shaking so badly and it hurt that I couldn't stop whatever was causing this attack.“Michael” he whispered, his small fingers clutching my jacket like it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. “What’s happening?”I swallow, forcing myself to breathe slowly even though my heart was slamming violently against my ribs.“It’s okay,” I murmured, over and over, like a

Fernando’s POVI hated this version of him.I hated the way Michael’s eyes had gone dark like someone had poured gasoline over a fire that had never fully gone out.I had seen that look once before, when he had thought though Andrew attempted to kill Ashley. Back then, rage had been the only thing anchoring him to life.It had almost destroyed him and I had sworn, on my soul, on my power, on everything I was, that I would never let him return to that place again.A gunshot cracked through the air, so loud and close it rattled the chandelier above us. Another burst followed, bullets slamming into reinforced walls and steel barriers. The sound echoed violently through the hall, transforming laughter and vows into screams and terror within minutes.My wedding day had been ruined by Santiago.I dragged in a sharp breath, forcing myself out of my spiraling thoughts. If I lost control, people would die and not just Santiago’s men.“Positions!” I shouted, my voice cutting through the noise

Michael’s POVThe room felt too small for my thoughts.I paced from one end to the other, my footsteps sharp against the marble floor, back and forth like a caged animal. Every step echoed too loudly in my ears, every second stretching until it felt like torture. The walls were thick, reinforced, meant to protect, but all they did was trap me with the sounds of gunfire bleeding through stone and steel.Gunshots sounded in the distance. Not close enough for me to see, but not far enough for me to ignore.Ashley sat on the couch with Henry pulled close to her side. She had one arm wrapped around his shoulders, the other gently rubbing circles into his back. Henry’s face was pale, his small fingers clenched tightly in the fabric of her dress like letting go would send him spiraling into something worse.He was trying to be brave and that made it harder.Emilio stood by the door, unmoving, his gun held low but ready, his eyes sharp as he scanned the perimeter outside the window.He loo