All Chapters of His Possession: Don’s Reluctant Bride : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The Moretti war room was colder than usual.Luca stood at the head of the long table, maps, photographs, and ledgers spread out before him. His top men filled the seats—Matteo, Leo, Carlos, and two others from their inner circle.Elana leaned against the wall just inside the doorway, arms crossed, watching as her husband issued orders with an edge he hadn’t used in weeks. The softness he’d shown her had retreated behind the iron façade of a don at war.“The Marconi compound is exposed on the east end,” Luca said, tapping the map. “If they’re hiding the hacker there, we take it quietly. No casualties unless absolutely necessary.”Carlos raised a brow. “Since when do we go in quiet?”“Since my wife’s name is being dragged through their filth,” Luca growled.The room fell silent.Matteo glanced toward Elana but said nothing.Luca’s gaze flicked to her. “We move tomorrow night.”The meeting dissolved, and the men filed out with murmured nods. When they were gone, Luca looked at her for th

The estate was quieter than usual.Too quiet.Elana sensed it as she walked down the hallway leading to Luca’s office. The usual rhythm of the guards’ movements, the soft chatter between house staff—gone. Replaced by something colder, tighter.A storm was closing in.She found Luca inside, standing at the head of the long table, Matteo and two other captains seated around him. Maps and photos were spread out like a battlefield.“No one moves until I give the order,” Luca said, voice firm. “We’re controlling the story now. Marconi won’t know what hit him.”Elana didn’t speak until the men left, shutting the door behind them. Luca’s jaw was tight, his hand pressed against the table like he was holding himself together.“What is it?” she asked quietly.He turned to her. “Benedetto’s already gone.”Her brows lifted. “Gone as in—?”“Disappeared. Someone tipped him off.”The air shifted. Her stomach tightened. “Another leak?”Luca gave a slight nod. “We’re being watched from the inside, and

Elana stood in the long hallway outside the drawing room, hands cold despite the heat pooling from the vents above. The door in front of her was shut, but the weight behind it felt heavier than iron.Her mother was in there.Alive. Breathing. Real.She hadn’t seen Isabella Romano in seven years—not since the night her mother walked out without a word, leaving behind a broken family and a daughter too young to understand the cost of silence.Luca’s hand touched her lower back gently. “You don’t have to go in yet.”“I do,” she whispered.She pushed open the door.Isabella stood near the fireplace, wrapped in a long navy coat, her blond hair threaded with silver. Time hadn’t dulled her beauty—it had sharpened it. But her eyes were no longer soft. They were cautious. Worn.“Elana,” she breathed, stepping forward. “My God… you look just like—”“Don’t,” Elana cut her off. “Not like him. I’m not like him.”Her mother’s expression faltered. “You don’t know everything—”“No,” Elana said quietl

The silence in Luca’s office was deafening.Elana stood by the window, arms crossed, watching the trees sway in the wind beyond the estate walls. The sky was overcast, as if the world outside reflected the growing tension inside.Luca leaned against the edge of his desk, eyes on her. He hadn’t said a word since Matteo left with the update on Marconi’s crew.“They hit one of the storage fronts,” he said finally. “Four of our men are dead.”Elana’s jaw tensed. “Did they take anything?”“No. It was a message.” His voice was cold, but controlled. “One we’ll answer soon.”She turned toward him. “And what’s the plan?”“We retaliate. Swift and clean.”Her eyes narrowed. “No discussion?”“I’m not asking for permission.”“I’m not some naive trophy wife anymore, Luca. We’ve both seen what happens when emotions dictate bloodshed.”His gaze darkened. “This isn’t about emotions. This is business.”Elana stepped closer, her voice sharp but low. “You’re lying. You want revenge. And you’re forgetting

The quiet of the Moretti estate wasn’t peace—it was the eye of a storm.Elana walked the hallway outside her bedroom with slow, measured steps, her arms wrapped around herself. A thousand thoughts buzzed through her head, each more unsettling than the last. The return of Lucia—the woman once trusted by her father, long presumed dead—had shattered the uneasy calm they’d been holding onto. Her sudden appearance couldn’t be coincidence.And Elana’s mother still hadn’t said a word about it.“You’re pacing,” a voice said from behind.Elana turned to see Isabella stepping out from one of the guest rooms, a robe draped around her slim frame, eyes sharp despite the hour. She hadn’t left since the night she’d arrived, and her presence in the house remained a thorn in Luca’s side.“I couldn’t sleep,” Elana murmured. “Too much happening.”“Lucia,” Isabella said, her tone crisp. “I heard the name. And I saw the look on your face.”Elana didn’t answer at first. She leaned against the wall, pressin