All Chapters of The Mafia’s possession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The sound came at 2am.Lillian was already in that shallow, restless kind of sleep that came from being in the woods. So when she heard the sound again from outside the cabin, she sat upright and stayed still. She listened quietly. Something moved in the trees beyond the window. She heard rustling sounds and her heart slammed hard. She pressed her hand flat against her chest and told herself not to think about it. She was not in the city. There were no enemies here. He said this place was safe but fear gripped her. The sound faded into the trees.It was just an animal.She exhaled slowly and sat in the dark with her heart still going too fast, staring at the window where the faint blue light of very early morning was just barely beginning to separate the sky from the tree line.Then the door opened. Alex appeared in the doorway wearing a black T- shirt and sweatpants, his hair was slightly disorganised from sleep. "I heard you," he said.She blinked. "I didn't make any noise.""

Lillian was up before seven.The notifications had continued through the night. She silenced her phone at midnight and stared at the ceiling before falling asleep.She woke up still thinking about it. She worried about her family and the pressure for a few minutes before rolling out of bed.She had her shower and stood in the closet; her facial expression was blank. Nothing interests her anymore. She didn't know herself before the life she was leaving. She knew this wasn't her life. She was living someone else’s life.She pulled out a black dress she got in Rome. It was short and brought out the curve of her waist and the line of her hips.She had not worked it until this morning, and she put it on. She stood in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection.He did her hair and pinned it up at first, but she changed her mind.She let it fall loose on her shoulders. She wore the gold earrings Alex left her on the bed in Mexico, which she had been wearing most days.She picked up her

66The car drove into the mansion at eleven in the morning, and Jessie stepped out smiling widely. She stepped out and stood in the driveway, her eyes scanning the whole mansion. Her lips parted in awe and her eyes widened. She had no idea the mansion was large. Lillian had described it, the garden, the huge field and the luxurious building, but standing in front of it made her feel different. Lillian didn't describe it the way she had seen it. It was massive. She stood in the driveway for a few minutes before stepping into the house.Sam had opened the front door before she reached it. She felt like royalty at the moment, and she instantly wished she were Lillian. "Ms Jessie", he said. "Lillian is in the garden."The mansion was not what Jessie had expected.She had built it in her mind as something cold and quiet. She imagined it to be big but surrounded by deep sorrows. She walked through the house, following Sam from behind, and found it luxurious and filled with life. She s

She found them in a shoebox. A sky blue cardboard. A brand of shoes that no longer existed. Stored on the highest shelf of the room when she moved her father's remaining belongings. She had been avoiding that box for years, even when Jessie and Justin had moved. From grief and that particular feeling of finding a version of her father she didn't know. She found it on a Wednesday afternoon after a visit to the penthouse. Everywhere was quiet. She climbed onto the chair to reach the shelf, and the shoebox tilted. She could see some papers sliding to the floor. She picked them up and went through them. She went through the letters; there was no confession, but one of the documents, buried deeper inside the box, corresponds to a name in the logistics of Alexander Nick’s operation. Her father had been a gardener, and she discovered he had been a carrier, moving packages around the city. He only told her he was a gardener. And that he had been too. She had seen his hands in the soil, h

The greenhouse was originally Alex's father's, and Alex made sure he took care of it since his passing. Lillian Lillian had found it six weeks after she arrived. She had been exploring the estate freely because of the freedom she now has. She opened the greenhouse door on a Tuesday and stood in the warmth of the room, and the green smell made her feel calm. She asked for seeds and didn't explain what she wanted to use them for, but everything was delivered to her and even more. Four varieties of roses with a good set of gloves and a trowel in it wrap. She had never asked Marcus if it was Alex who had arranged it, but she was certain it was a command. She began planting the roses when the weather began to change. The day darkened. The glass went amber at first and then a warm orange color. ThenShe heard the door.She looked up.Alex was standing in the entrance to the greenhouse with two mugs of tea. He was in his work clothes. He was wearing a black Armani suit.She looked at t