All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 691 - Chapter 700

708 Chapters

Fault Lines

Michael’s POVAshley stood near the stairs, arms folded tightly across her chest, her eyes flicking toward the hallway where Kim and Henry had gone earlier.“They’re too calm,” she muttered.I glanced at her. “You want them panicking?”“No,” she said quickly.Ashley exhaled sharply, pushing off from the wall.“We need to talk to him.”“I know.”“Now.”I nodded once.We moved toward the stairs together, the sound of our footsteps quiet but heavy.Every step felt deliberate, like we were walking into something we couldn’t undo.Ashley reached Henry’s door first, knocking lightly.“Henry?” she called.“Yeah?” his voice came from inside.“Can we come in?”“Sure.”She opened the door slowly, and we stepped inside.Henry was sitting on his bed, his phone in his hand, but his attention shifted to us immediately. Kim was beside him, leaning back against the headboard, her expression curious.“Why do you both look like that?” Henry asked, frowning slightly.Ashley forced a small smile.“Like

Lines We Don’t Cross

Michael’s POVTheo’s hand moved up to the back of Kim's head, holding her close, being the picture perfect protective father. “I really missed you,” Kim said, her voice muffled slightly against his chest.Theo let out a quiet breath. “I know.”For a moment, that was all there was and it did something to the room, even Henry went quiet.Ashley and Nick exchanged a brief glance. Despite everything, that moment was real and it was… good but I couldn’t fully focus on it because Theo’s eyes, even as he held Kim, kept flicking toward me.They were normal quick glances, subtle, but intentional.He was watching me and I knew exactly why.I didn’t look away, didn’t avoid it but I didn’t engage either.I stayed where I was, arms loosely at my sides, my posture neutral.Henry shifted slightly beside me and I could feel the frustration still lingering from upstairs.“Are you okay?” Kim asked, pulling back slightly to look up at Theo.“I should be asking you that,” he replied, his tone lightenin

Things Unsaid

Michael’s POV For a moment, no one moved. It was like Kim’s question had sucked the air out of the room and left us all standing there, trying to process something that shouldn’t even have been said out loud. My brain stopped completely because of all the possibilities, of all the things that could have been asked, suspected, or assumed, that wasn’t one of them. “What?” I repeated, my voice lower this time, like maybe I had misheard her. “I said—” Kim started, but Theo cut in quickly. “No,” he said flatly, too quickly, too sharp. Kim blinked at him, taken aback slightly. “I didn’t even finish—” “You didn’t need to,” Theo replied. I exhaled slowly, forcing my thoughts back into place. “Kim, that’s not what’s happening” I said, more measured now. She frowned slightly, her gaze moving between us again. “Then why are you acting like that?” “Like what?” I asked. “Like… tense, like you don’t even want to look at each other" she said. “That’s because we’re deali

A Crack

Anabelle’s POVI hated small towns, everything about them felt… suffocating.People looked too closely here, not out of suspicion, but curiosity and that, in my world, was just another form of danger waiting to happen.I stepped out of the car without waiting for the guard to open the door, my heels clicking sharply against the pavement as I walked toward the entrance of the private lounge.The building itself was trying too hard. It had dim lights, polished glass and an expensive decor meant to imitate sophistication.It almost worked.“Clear the area,” I said coldly as I walked in.“Yes, ma’am,” one of my guards replied immediately, already moving ahead.The hostess behind the desk straightened nervously, her smile too tight.“Welcome, ma’am. Your reservation is—”“I don’t care about your rehearsed greeting. Take me to the private room” I cut in without looking at her. Her smile faltered.“O-of course.”She grabbed a menu she didn’t need and gestured for me to follow, her heels cli

Uninvited Intruder

Michael’s POVThe house didn’t settle, even hours later after the tension had thinned just enough for everyone to pretend things were normal again.It didn’t settle and neither did I.Henry stood near the stairs, arms folded, his posture rigid in that way that told me he had already made up his mind about something and wasn’t interested in changing it.“Henry, we’re not done talking” I said, keeping my tone steady.“Yes, we are,” he replied immediately.“No, we’re not.”“I said everything I needed to say upstairs.”“And I didn’t.”He let out a sharp breath, shaking his head.“I’m not doing this again.”“We need to.”“No, you need to, I don’t” he corrected.Ashley shifted slightly behind him, her expression cautious.“Maybe we should just—”“No, this doesn’t get pushed aside” I said, not taking my eyes off Henry. Henry laughed dryly.“Everything else does.”“That’s different.”“How?”I stepped closer, lowering my voice just enough to keep it contained.“Because this is about your safe

A Path Blocked by Fire

The scream had carried farther than it should have.It had echoed through the stone corridors of the estate, bouncing off the high walls and polished floors, threading its way into every corner like a warning that refused to be ignored.Becca froze mid-step, her breath caught sharply in her throat.“What was that?” she whispered.Mira, who had been walking just a step behind her, stiffened as well. Her expression darkened instantly, her instincts sharpening.“That came from the throne wing,” Mira said.Becca’s heart began to pound.“No…no, that’s not—”she murmured, already shaking her head. “It’s Desmond.” Mira cut in, her voice firm.Becca didn’t wait for another word.She gathered the hem of her dress slightly and started walking faster until her pace turned into something closer to a hurried run.Mira followed immediately.“Becca, wait. We don’t know exactly what’s happening yet” she called, catching up to her quickly. “I don’t need to. That sounded like someone in pain” Becca sh

A Dangerous Confession

The silence in the throne room was suffocating. Every eye was fixed on the maid who had dared to raise her hand.She stood near the middle of the line, trembling, her fingers still half-lifted as if she might take the confession back if given the chance but it was too late.Desmond’s gaze locked onto her instantly.The other servants shifted uneasily, some glancing at her with a mixture of pity and relief that it wasn’t them.Eugene stood still, his expression unreadable, but his eyes were watching her carefully.Max’s jaw tightened slightly. Jack remained silent, though his posture had subtly shifted, ready for whatever would follow.The maid swallowed hard as her voice shook.“I… I have something to confess, my lord.”Desmond tilted his head slightly, studying her.“Speak.”The maid flinched instantly, her gaze snapping back to him.“I—I saw them,” she said quickly.A ripple moved through the room and Desmond’s lips curved slightly.“Go on.”Her hands trembled at her sides.“Last ni

Too Close to the Truth

Michael’s POVFor a moment I just stared at him, standing there like he belonged. Like climbing into my room through a window in the middle of the night was the most normal thing in the world.“What are you doing?” I repeated, my voice lower now, sharper.Theo didn’t answer immediately.He straightened slowly, brushing his hands together like he had just stepped in through a door instead of breaking every boundary imaginable.“I came to talk,” he said.I let out a quiet, humorless breath.“You broke into my room to talk?”“I knocked earlier,” he replied casually.“No, you didn’t.”“You didn’t hear it.”“I would have heard it.”“Maybe you were distracted.”My jaw tightened slightly.“I wasn’t.”His eyes flicked over me briefly, too briefly for it to mean nothing, too long for it to be accidental.“Right,” he murmured.I ignored that.“You need to leave.”“Not until we talk.”“We already did.”“No, we didn’t” he said, stepping closer. I didn’t move, didn’t step back but I didn’t close

More Unwanted Guests

Anabelle’s POVFor the first time since I arrived in this suffocating little town, I felt satisfied.I stood in the center of my suite, a glass of deep red wine in my hand, the town lights faintly visible through the tall windows. The room was quiet, exactly how I liked my surroundings after closing a deal and what a deal it had been.I let out a slow breath, allowing myself the smallest hint of a smile.“This will bring in billions” I murmured softly, swirling the wine in my glass. I moved toward the table, setting the glass down carefully before reaching for my phone.There was only one person I needed to inform, only one whose reaction actually mattered and that was Marlo.My thumb hovered over his name for just a second then I pressed call.The line rang once.“Anabelle.”His voice slid through the speaker smoothly.“It’s done,” I said immediately.There was a brief pause then I heard his voice.“Is it?”“Yes.”“Tell me.”I leaned back slightly against the table, crossing one le

What You Should Have Told Me

Anabelle’s POVFor a moment, I didn’t move. I just stood there at the entrance, staring at him.Marlo was in this town, with his men, with Mortis standing just behind him like a shadow.This wasn’t a coincidence.My heels clicked sharply against the ground as I moved forward, closing the distance between us with controlled precision.“What are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice low but cutting.Marlo didn’t answer immediately. His eyes moved over me slowly, deliberately, like he was assessing something.“You look surprised,” he said finally.“I am, you weren’t expected” I replied coldly. “No, I wasn’t” he agreed. “Then why did you come?” I asked.Mortis shifted slightly behind him, his expression as unreadable as ever, his presence alone enough to make the air feel heavier.Marlo tilted his head just slightly.“Not here.”My jaw tightened.“I’m not playing games tonight, Marlo.”“Neither am I.”“Then talk.”He stepped closer and when he spoke again, his voice dropped just enough

...

66 67 68 69 70 71

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP