All Chapters of The Mafia’s possession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

It's been three days, and Lillian has avoided Alex. There was no anger, no cold performances; she avoided him.She wakes up later than him to finish her daily routine. She stopped training and chose hours and spaces where their paths would not cross. He let her do it.She knew he let her because Alexander Nick did not accidentally miss anything. If he was absent from the kitchen at eight when she came down, it was because he had chosen to be absent. If his study door was fully closed on the evenings she sat in the living room, it was deliberate. He was giving her the space she needed without making her ask for it, but deep down he was dying to see her and speak to her. She took her time to process things; she felt like she had been living in a lie these last months. She thought about wasted months and how to start over.It’s been confirmed that her father was innocent. She knew it right from the onset, just like how she was so sure her father was murdered.Alex made her believe and

Lillian looked up, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Every inch of her body was filled with longing. She became confused and unsure if she had done something wrong.She couldn't hold herself anymore and couldn't bring herself to ask Alex why he stopped touching her. She asked herself multiple questions. Why did he stop? Had she done something wrong? Doesn't he feel the same?She wanted to ask him, but the words wouldn't come out. She watched him, her pale skin exposed to the air.Alex bent down and reached for his trousers. He slid them in. He took off his shirt and walked up to Lillian. He used the shirt to cover her pale body. The fabric felt warm and she could perceive his expensive Armani perfume. She stayed still, clutching the chest around herself. Before she knew it, Alex slipped one arm under her knees and the other hand around her back. He lifted her and carried her in a bridal style. Her eyes widened but she managed to rema

Lillian stood in front of the open wardrobe, her eyes searching as she reached for her clothes. She didn't rush; she moved slowly and carefully selected the clothes to go with her boxes, which were not enough. She took enough clothes and shoes to leave with. She didn't take the gold and diamond jewelry with her. She carefully folded each dress neatly without the help of the maids. She took her passports, her identification cards, and some important documents with her. Then she walked to her bedside, took and picked up the framed picture of her father and family. She felt a lump in her throat, and her heart became heavy. She traced their smiling faces with her thumb, remembering her father's voice and the way he always protected them.She closed her eyes for a moment. “I wish you were here,” she whispered to herself.Then she placed the picture frame gently into her bag. Her eyes moved to the rose pendant lying here, the necklace Alex had given her, which she wore every day. She

Alex did not sleep that night. He knew it wasn't normal because he had spent most of his adult life without getting enough sleep, but tonight, his body felt different. Most of the time, when he had sleepless nights, he was solving problems, anticipating threats, and coming up with plans, but the silence of the night gave him space to think. And he could think of only one person no matter how he tried to think about other things. He could only think about Lillian. He thought of her facial expression at the dining table when he handed the file to her. He thought of the way her hand trembled as she opened it and the hurt in her eyes when he told her she was free to leave. Every morning, he was in his study before six, working without interruption. From the outside, he appeared untouched, but inside he was dying.Only Michael could see that he was dying on the inside. He noticed the slight changes, the forgetfulness, and the lack of sleep. It took only a second for his attention to

Lillian was lying in bed. She pulled the soft duvet over herself and lost herself in her thoughts. Jessie stayed awake staring at her phone in her room. She sat upright, her hand cupping her face, her elbows resting on her knees. She had been waiting for Vicenzo’s text. The room lit up again, and Lillian’s phone flashed. A notification came in. She could read it without picking up the phone. Breaking: Alexander Nick was photographed at an exclusive club with an unidentified woman.Her eyes widened, and she reached for the phone, and her mind went blank. Her jaw dropped. Before her brain could process it, her body had already become weak. She lay still on the bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. She didn't know how to react.It was so hard not to believe because she knew Alex. He had never been seen with a woman so close except with her. If he is this comfortable with a woman, then they have something going on already. Lillian felt used at that moment because she thought Alex kne