All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 581 - Chapter 590

Michael’s POVI shouldn’t have come into his study.The moment my foot crossed the threshold, I knew I shouldn’t.Fernando stood behind his desk. He hadn’t sat down, he hadn’t even leaned back like he usually did when he wanted to project calm authority. He was braced forward, one hand flat against the polished wood, the other curled tightly at his side. His shoulders were squared, his posture rigid, every inch of him radiating restrained aggression.He looked like a man bracing for impact, and apparently, that impact was me.“So that’s it?” I asked, breaking the silence before it could suffocate me. My voice came out sharper than I had intended, edged with disbelief and anger I was no longer bothering to hide. “You just say no, and that’s supposed to be the end of it?”Fernando didn’t even look at me. His gaze was fixed somewhere over my shoulder, distant and dismissive, like I wasn’t worth the effort of direct confrontation.“Yes,” he said flatly. “That’s exactly how this works.”T

Michael’s POVLate morning sunlight spilled through the tall dining room windows, painting the long table in gold. It should have felt calm or normal, but it felt like a battlefield.My fork scraped against the plate harder than necessary, the sound sharp enough that Ashley shot me a look but barely noticed. Fernando sat across the table, his posture perfect, his expression unreadable, calmly cutting into his food as if I hadn’t told him I wanted a divorce less than twenty-four hours ago.I wanted to hit him.The thought was raw, violent, and constant. It pulsed in my veins with every breath I took. I wanted to stand up, walk around the table, grab him by that pristine collar, and slam him into the wall just to see if that infuriating calm would finally crack, but I didn’t because Henry sat between us.So I swallowed the rage like broken glass and forced my hands to stay flat on the table.Fernando reached for his coffee.The scrape of ceramic against wood nearly snapped my control

Michael’s POVThe sun sat too comfortably in the sky for what was brewing inside me.The swimming pool shimmered lazily, light bouncing off its surface in fractured patterns, and the air smelled faintly of chlorine and freshly cut grass.Henry laughed and the sound cut straight through the storm in my chest.I sat on one of the lounge chairs, elbows braced on my knees, watching him splash at the shallow end with Anabelle hovering nearby like a hawk pretending to be a lifeguard. Ashley sat beside me, her sunglasses pushed up into her hair, her posture relaxed in a way I knew was deliberate. She was pretending, giving anyone watching the impression that this was normal. That we were just friends enjoying the afternoon.Nick would have laughed at that thought.I dragged a hand down my face slowly, feeling the tension under my skin. My jaw still ached from how hard I had clenched it since breakfast, since the message and Fernando’s refusal.Ashley leaned slightly closer to me, her voice

Michael’s POVI watched Fernando’s car disappear through the iron gates and my eyes nearly with it.I didn’t move until the last vehicle was gone, until the low rumble of engines faded into the distance and the house settled into that hollow, echoing quiet that always followed him when he left on something dangerous.Only then did I breathe because if I let myself feel everything at once, I would lose the nerve to do what came next."He’s gone," I thought to myself.That was step one which means there was more work to be done.I stood by the window longer than necessary, my arms crossed, my jaw tight, replaying the way Fernando had looked at me before he left. He was too suspicious, sharp and perceptive for his own good. He had most definitely felt something was off in my calm compliance and kiss but he still walked out that door which meant I was in the clear.Behind me, the door opened quietly and Ashley poked her head through.“You’re sure they’re gone?”Ashley’s voice was low, co

Michael's POV The safe house stayed behind us, quiet and deceptively peaceful, nestled between tall trees and silence. The main road stretched ahead of us while we thought how we would get to our destination. Cars passed occasionally, most of them moving too fast to notice two people standing at the edge of the road, trying not to look desperate.Ashley wrapped her arms around herself, not because she was cold, but because that was what she did when she was thinking too hard.“So, what’s the plan now?” she said, keeping her voice light.I huffed out a humorless laugh. “We get a ride.”“And after that?”I looked at her. Her jaw was set, her eyes sharp but tired. There was no hesitation in her expression, just resolve.I swallowed.“After that, we get answers” I said quietly.We stood there for a moment, the sound of tires rushing past us filling the silence. Each car that didn’t slow felt like a small rejection as minutes passed then another.My thoughts kept circling back to Ferna