All Chapters of The Mafia’s possession: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Lillian had always known what the mansion was. It was not until later that she understood what it could become.When she walked into the mansion, she was very careful. At that time, the mansion was only meant for work and not a place where people lived. Then Elena Rose came home. Everything changed.The rooms were still the same with the high ceilings and pale morning light. Now there was a nursery in the east wing with a six-pound baby in it and the entire house felt different.It was strange how one tiny person could change the atmosphere of a place completely. The mansion no longer felt severe it felt warm and welcoming. Like an actual home. Lillian quickly discovered that Elena had opinions about life. She expressed these opinions loudly and frequently. Two in the morning was a time for emotional declarations and four in the morning was for follow-up commentary.The first night home Lillian was awake for all of it. She had prepared herself for exhaustion. There was a difference

Lillian’s mother paid a visit in the morning. She had been showing up at the house almost every day on days she doesn't do her chemo treatment. She had a coat on. This was not unusual for Clara. She was a woman who processed things before commenting, always observant before reacting. She sat in the kitchen drinking as she asked Mrs Steele questions. “Was Lillian sleeping? Was she feeding well?”Mrs Steele answered her multiple questions. Justin joined them in the kitchen, and they discussed things. When Lillian brought her upstairs at eleven, Elena was awake. She never cried much when she was awake. Clara stood in the nursery doorway and smiled. She admired the pale yellow walls and the crib. Not that she had not seen it before, but she couldn't get over the fact that she had a granddaughter. Everything felt like a dream to her. She walked to the crib and picked up Elena. Lillian helped support, and she sat down and placed Elena on Clara’s arms. Clara was still feeling weak fr

Alex was in the study going through the hotel chain documents when his phone lit up. He looked at the screen to see Michael calling him. It was late at night, and Alex found it weird because Michael doesn't do calls at night. He knew it must be important, so he shrugged and answered the phone. "I'm in serious trouble," Michael whispered.Alex set his pen down, his brows furrowing. “What kind of trouble?" he asked."I met someone," Michael replied. "The doctor," Michael said. "The postnatal one. Elena's doctor. Dr. Diana…”"I know who she is," Alex said. He was impatient. "She's…” Michael stopped. He was looking for the right words to explain himself."She told me I was deflecting. Within forty-five minutes of meeting her. She used that specific word. She wasn't even…she said it the way you say something factual. Like it was just an observation.""Was she correct?" Alex said.He paused for a while. "Entirely," Michael said. "That's the problem."Alex leaned back in his chair. He h

She had been thinking about the name for months now. The name was something that was always on her mind. Not in a bad way. It was something that was waiting to be said out loud like when you know a word but you cannot remember it. Then you wake up in the middle of the night. It is right there.Grey was the name.It was her father's name. She remembered her father's hands in his garden the way he would take care of his plants and the way he would move around them. He was always so calm and patient. That is what she wanted for her shop.She had told Alex about the name one evening when they were in the greenhouse. She just said it. He nodded as he understood. The morning he gave her a little drawing of a sign that said Greys.She looked at the sign for a time."Is this—" she started to say."A suggestion " he said. "Only a suggestion."It was more than that.The shop was in the neighborhood where she used to live. It was small which is what she wanted. She wanted a place where people co

Elena had been making sounds for weeks. She wasn't really talking yet. She was trying. She made noises that went up at the end like questions. She repeated some sounds three times like she was testing them. When she watched something, she made a low humming noise. She was eight months old and seemed to be having a conversation with the world in a language only she understood.It was a Tuesday. Alex was on the kitchen floor with Elena because she had rolled off her play mat and wanted to be on the floor. She was sitting up. Looking at him with a serious expression. He was saying her name softly as he had read was the way to do it. She watched his mouth when he spoke.Lillian was in the kitchen behind them doing something at the counter. Alex could hear water running and then stopping.Elena looked at him for a time. Then she said, "Da."Alex stopped moving.It was one word, but it meant a lot. Elena looked at him. Said something that was meant for him.She said it again this time. S