All Chapters of The Mafia's Possession: Every Breath She Takes : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

MYRA THORNE POV"You should get this," the seller said, pointing to the red mangoes stacked neatly on the wooden stand. "They are very fresh, very nutritious. And they will make your fruit bowl look even more colorful.""Really?" I asked, picking one up. Its skin was warm from the sun, its surface slightly sticky."Yes, they are. And you should get these coconuts too. They are so refreshing."I nodded, dropped a few mangoes into my basket, then reached for a coconut.A hand closed around my wrist.I stilled, then turned my head slowly, my pulse thudding in my ear—until I saw him. Asher. The rush of fear eased a little, leaving only the quick beat of my heart."Oh, it's just you. What's wrong?""You've bought enough," he said. "I think it's time we head back to the house."He released me, but the ghost of his touch stayed. Turning to the seller, he pulled out cash, his broad shoulders angling between us as though shielding me.I stared at him, my brow dipping. Why was he acting so stra

MYRA THORNE POV.It's been two days. Two days of worrying and having anxiety about whether the next update I would get on Zevran and Vesper would be a good one. I barely slept and anytime I managed to, I ended up having a nightmare.Visiting Vesper was out of the question. I really wanted to see her but I couldn't leave the island. Cyran would be alone, and leaving him with Asher after our last conversation was out of the question.I rubbed over my face, glanced at the frozen camera feed, and hit refresh.Cyran was curled up in the same position on his bed as he was last night. At a point, I worried that he wasn't breathing, but then he moved, turning on his side and giving me a full view of his face. I shouldn't have looked too hard at him, because now, every time I closed my eyes, the look of utter hopelessness etched on his face haunted me.Was he depressed? Was that why he wasn't eating his food?I stared at the untouched tray that Asher sent in the morning. It was his usual me

VESPER GREY LYSAN POV SEVEN MONTHS LATER "Do you have any news for me?" I asked, tearing my gaze from the rain streaking down the floor-to-ceiling windows. "Were you finally able to get in touch with Camille?"Gabriel's shoulders stiffened. "I'm sorry, Miss Vesper, but every effort to meet with her has proven abortive.""Is that so? Well, what about..." I hesitated, my throat closing as the knot in my chest pulled tighter. "What about Zevran?"He shifted his weight. "I still don't know where he's been kept."My hands curled, the pulse in my ear thudding like a drum. "If you don't know anything," I looked up at him, "then what exactly am I paying you for?"He flinched. "I'm sorry—""I don't want an apology," I hissed, losing my temper. "I want results." I raked my fingers through my hair, my hands trembling with the effort to stay composed. "I was told you're the best out there, but it's been months, and you've given me nothing."He stood still, jaw tight, the flicker in his eyes tel

VESPER GREY LYSAN POV My jaw went slack before I could stop it, his words ringing through my head."Stockholm syndrome," I repeated, the phrase tasting bitter on my tongue. Then I laughed—short and disbelieving. He'd said it so casually too. "You think I'm in love with my captor?"Niklaus tilted his head, the faintest smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Am I wrong? You fell for the man who killed off all your boyfriends and isolated you until you had nowhere else to run. Doesn't that scream Stockholm syndrome?" He leaned in. "Zevran broke you, Vesper. He dragged you into blood and ruin, and you mistook it for love, when it was just obsession."My hand twitched with the urge to smack him in the face. I held back."You don't know anything about me, Sterling." My voice was steady despite the heat coiling in my gut. "And you don't know a thing about the love I feel for Zevran."He didn't back away. "You call it love, but I saw what it really was. It was dependence. You needed him

ZEVRAN ILVANE POVI wiped the blood off my hand, my jaw clenching as I stared at the mess on the ground. The man's body lay twisted, his lifeless eyes still wide with the kind of shock that always came too late.I scoffed, my nose wrinkling as the metallic scent of blood crawled into my throat.If he'd been so desperate to live, he shouldn't have tried to kill me the first chance he got."Fucking amateur."I looked down at my shirt, the dark stains already drying. I cussed under my breath, yanked it off, and tossed it to the floor. I could feel Camille's gaze burning into my back—steady, unblinking, and too entertained for my liking.When I turned, she was leaning against the doorframe, arms folded, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Are you going to hover all day? You already got what you came here for, didn't you?" She grinned, tilting her head a little. "I did. But I don't want to leave yet. I like watching how methodical you get when it comes to handling traitors."