All Chapters of Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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CHAPTER 71: HER IN HIS ROOM

GIOVANNI'S POVThe heavy oak door thudded shut behind her, a perfectly orchestrated sound that was less closing and more a declaration. She paused, her eyes, the same piercing grey as mine, sweeping over the opulent foyer – the gleaming marble, the abstract art on the walls, the crystal chandelier that dripped like frozen rain. Anastasia, my younger sister, was a force of nature dressed in designer silk, and her arrival always promised a certain degree of disruption.“Still living in this mausoleum, Giovanni?” she purred, her voice a low, teasing melodic hum that grated on my nerves. “I thought you’d have at least updated the decor. It screams ‘old money trying too hard’.”I merely raised an eyebrow, a flicker of irritation already tightening my jaw. “Welcome, Anastasia,” I said, my tone clipped, devoid of warmth. “Did your flight not drain the usual venom from your tongue?”She laughed, a bright, crystalline sound that always drew attention. Anton, my perpetually stoic butler, appea

Last Updated : 2025-07-24

CHAPTER 72: I MISUNDERSTOOD

TRISTAN'S POVThe cool air of my room seemed to cling to my skin, a stark contrast to the boiling chaos within me. I stood rooted, water still dripping from my hair onto the tiled floor, forming dark, expanding puddles. My chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, the towel haphazardly wrapped around my waist doing little to ground me. Everything had happened so fast, a blur of motion and raw, guttural emotion, and now I was left to sift through the wreckage in my mind.Giovanni’s words, sharp and laced with a terrifying promise, spun in a relentless loop in my ears: “You better go back to my room,” he’d said, his voice a low, menacing growl, a promise of retribution. “I will deal with you later.”Even now, minutes later, the phantom pressure of his gaze on me, the way his eyes had narrowed, the subtle clenching of his jaw – it all painted a very clear picture. Giovanni was furious. The anger had been palpable, a tangible force that had filled the hallway and seeped into my very

Last Updated : 2025-07-25

CHAPTER 73: I DON'T SHARE

GIOVANNI'S POV I strode towards my bedroom, the weight of Tristan’s body slung over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. His sudden obedience caught me off guard—I’d expected him to squirm, to fight, to spew some clever excuse for his transgressions. But no, he hung limp, his head lolling against my back, arms dangling like dead weight. I smirked, knowing full well this wasn’t genuine submission. Tristan was cunning, always had been. He knew he’d crossed lines, and now he was feigning compliance, hoping to smooth things over. Little did he know, his mistakes were about to become my playground. The memory of walking in on him and Anastasia still burned in my mind. My sister, cornering him in the closet, her lips inches from his while Tristan is holding her wrist. Tristan, topless, a towel barely clinging to his waist, his wet hair plastered to his forehead. The scene had ignited a fire in me... a possessive, jealous heat that hadn’t cooled since. I yanked Anastasia away, but now,

Last Updated : 2025-07-26

CHAPTER 74: NEVER LETTING YOU GO

TRISTAN'S POV The air in Giovanni’s mansion was thick with tension, the kind that clung to your skin like a second layer of sweat. Giovanni, his presence overwhelming, his jealousy a tangible thing that seemed to choke the air from my lungs. I knew Giovanni. I knew how he could be when his possessiveness took hold. And yet, there was a part of me that thrived on it, that craved the intensity of his obsession.“Tristan,” he said, his voice deceptively soft as he closed the distance between us. “You’re mine. And I’m never letting you go.”His words sent a shiver down my spine, equal parts fear and desire. His body pressing into mine, his strength undeniable. His breath was hot against my ear, his lips brushing my skin as he spoke.“Giovanni—” I tried again, but he silenced me with a kiss, rough and demanding, his lips crushing mine. It wasn’t tender, it wasn’t gentle—it was a claim, a reminder of who I belonged to. His tongue thrust into my mouth, dominating, and I couldn’t help but r

Last Updated : 2025-07-27

CHAPTER 75: DADDY?

GIOVANNI'S POVThe first rays of dawn, pale and tentative, dared to pierce through the heavy velvet curtains, casting a faint, anemic light across my bedroom. I stirred, a profound sense of satisfaction blooming in my chest. Beside me, Tristan lay, a masterpiece of slumber, his breath soft and even against the crisp sheets. His skin, a canvas of pale alabaster, was artfully marred by the vivid hickeys I’d left during the night—bruises of ownership, declarations of my claim. Each purple blotch, each bruised whisper on his collarbone, neck, and inner thigh, was a testament to the ruthlessness I’d unleashed. I’d fucked him senseless, driving into him with a primal need to bury myself so deep he’d forget his own name, remember only mine. He was mine. Every trembling moan, every gasp of my name, had been a victory cry in the silent war we waged.It was hard, excruciatingly hard, to refrain myself from putting my morning wood on Tristan's hole once more. The urge to wake him, to delve bac

Last Updated : 2025-07-28

CHAPTER 76: HALF BROTHER?

TRISTAN'S POVThe first tendrils of dawn, pale and tentative, were just beginning to filter through the heavy drapes, painting the luxurious master bedroom in shades of muted grey. My eyes fluttered open, blinking against the lingering haze of sleep, but even before I fully registered the light, I registered the empty space beside me. A familiar, almost comforting ache settled in my chest. Giovanni wasn’t there.A smile, goofy and unbidden, stretched across my face. He was probably already downstairs, his ritualistic cup of rich, black coffee clutched in one of those strong hands I knew so intimately. My heart gave a familiar flutter. It was a secret, the depth of my feelings for him. A love I hadn’t dared utter, hadn't even truly acknowledged to myself until recently, but one that pulsed beneath my skin like a second heartbeat. I knew Giovanni gravitated towards a certain… intensity in me, the aggressive streak he sometimes provoked, the thrill of the chase, the push and pull of our

Last Updated : 2025-07-30

CHAPTER 77: KICKING OUT

GIOVANNI'S POVThe air in my father’s study was thick with a silence that screamed louder than any shout. The scent of aged leather and Viktor’s noxious cigar smoke clung to the heavy velvet drapes, a tangible representation of the suffocating legacy I was born into. My gaze was fixed on the scattered papers on the antique mahogany desk... documents I’d barely glanced at, yet whose existence had shattered a fragile deceit.Then Viktor’s voice cut through the stillness, flat and devoid of the usual sneer or booming command. It was a statement, a declaration that felt more like an executioner’s pronouncement. “You’re Lucia Morano’s son?”My head snapped up, my gaze, cold and full of a hatred so primal it made my own teeth ache, flicked from the damning papers to Tristan, then to my father. Tristan stood across from me, his shoulders hunched, his usually defiant eyes wide with an unfamiliar vulnerability. The morning light, filtered through the ornate window, seemed to catch the slight t

Last Updated : 2025-08-01

CHAPTER 78: STARTING OVER AGAIN

TRISTAN'S POVGiovanni’s voice. It was a sound that had once held the power to soothe, to excite, to command. Now, it was a weapon. It kept ringing in my ears, cutting deeper with each echo, cold, devoid of any warmth or emotion. “Pack your things, Tristan. Get out of my house! A mistress’s son isn’t allowed to stay here. Not anymore.”My heart didn’t just break; it felt like it was carved out, leaving a hollow, bleeding cavity in my chest. He hated me. He truly hated me. So much that he couldn’t wait even a day, not even an hour, to kick me out. I stood there, rooted to the spot, trying to grasp the finality of his words, the sheer brutality of them, when my gaze fell upon Juliana.A smirk. A triumphant, venomous smirk played on her lips, her eyes glittering with a malicious satisfaction that made my stomach churn. She was basking in this. Every single line of her body exuded victory. She snaked her arm around Giovanni’s waist, pressing herself against him, leaning in closer, a cal

Last Updated : 2025-08-03

CHAPTER 79: GREEN EYED MONSTER

GIOVANNI'S POV The words, thick with a bitterness I hadn’t known he possessed, scraped against the lavish silence of the Sokolov Foyer. “I don’t need your money,” Tristan choked out, the words tasting like ash, even to me, though it was his mouth they passed through. His voice, usually steady, wavered, but I pushed through, finding a strength I didn’t know I possessed, a cold, hard resolve. “I don’t need the luxury you gave me. My freedom is enough.” With that, Tristan turned on his heel. He didn’t look back. I watched, frozen, as Tristan’s figure banished from the distance, shrinking with every determined stride down the long, gravel path leading away from the estate. A scoff bubbled up from my chest, sharp and derisive. Dumb. That’s what he was. Utterly, irrevocably dumb. He’d refused the money I’d offered, a king’s ransom meant to buy my peace, to put a neat, transactional end to this disgusting entanglement. His pride, he called it. I called it idiocy. I’d thought he’d be sh

Last Updated : 2025-08-05

CHAPTER 80: HIS FURY

TRISTAN'S POVThe fluorescent hum of the department store was a dull thrum against my ears, a familiar, innocuous backdrop to the mundane act of browsing. I was half-heartedly scanning a rack of plain white tees when a voice, laced with an unmistakable, playful drawl, cut through the quiet.“Hey, Tristan! Long time no see.”My hand froze on the fabric. My breath hitched. It was a voice I hadn’t heard in years, a voice that belonged to a chapter of my life I’d meticulously, painstakingly, tried to close. My heart, which had been a placid lake just moments before, began to thrum like a hummingbird’s wings. Trevor.Trevor. The one who had introduced me to the life of ‘Titan.’ The stage name, the persona, the dazzling, dangerous world of the spotlight and the whispered desires of strangers. A life I’d walked away from, or so I’d thought. I turned, slowly, a genuine smile finally lighting up my face, a rare sight these days. It wasn't just politeness; it was a complex wave of nostalgia, r

Last Updated : 2025-08-09

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