His To Possess のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Calla lay there on the cold floor, pinned under the weight of the tipped-over chair, her cheek pressed against the wet concrete. All she could hear was her own fast, loud, ragged breathing, and the wild beating of her heart banging in her ears like it wanted to break out of her chest.Hot tears kept coming, mixing with the dried water on her face. Her wrists throbbed where the rope had rubbed them raw, and every small twitch sent fresh stings up her arms. She tried to move her legs, but the chair legs were tangled with them, holding her down as if it were part of the trap.“Eli…” she whispered again, but it came out so small, barely more than a breath. No one answered. The room stayed quiet, like it was waiting for something bad to happen next.She closed her eyes for a second, trying to calm down, trying to think. She had to get loose and find her brother quickly. But the fear sat heavily on her, making her feel small and weak. Every time she pictured Eli hurt somewhere, a new wave

'I'll make sure your brother stops breathing.' The words rang loudly in Calla's ears with each passing second. He was being serious, and a man like himself doesn't bluff. She couldn't say no and risk her brother being killed. She didn't want to say yes either. She was stuck, and every option scared her.She stirred painfully in the chair. Her jaw was bloody and bruised by this monster of a man before her. He didn't look fazed, matter of fact, it was as if he enjoyed her suffering.The door was pushed open and a man walked in. He was really tall and bulky. With shining bald head and a nose piercing.Calla's gaze didn't stay long on him, as they drifted to the little figure beside him."Lyra!" Eli yelled, dashing towards her, but was pulled back by the man."Eli!" She called out. Fresh tears made their way down her cheeks.It was awful that he had to see her this beaten up and restrained. Looking so helpless."Aww, isn't this cute," Marco clasped his hands together, a fake pout on hi

It’s been two days since Calla slipped out of Marco’s clutches. She wouldn’t call it an escape—more like being let go.That night had been a terror, not just for her, but especially for Eli. He’d been having constant nightmares, waking up drenched in sweat and gasping for air. Calla had run out of ways to comfort him, so she let him sleep in her room with her.Last night was one of those nights. She couldn’t get him to fall back asleep after a nightmare about the two of them being separated. He was panting and gasping.“Hey, look at me,” she said softly, holding his cheeks in her hands to keep him steady, her eyes searching his. “It won’t happen. No one’s going to separate us, okay?”“But… but what if it does?” he asked, his voice shaking with fear. “Like when they broke into our house.”Calla didn’t know what to say to calm him. She pulled him into a tight hug, rocking him gently from side to side.“I’m so sorry…” she whispered into his hair, kissing and rubbing it.Tears rolled down

Rico paced up and down his office. His jaw was locked tight, his shoulders stiff and cold, like a bomb waiting to go off. No one dared step into the room. Anyone who did would get burned.He had just gotten off the phone with Dario—the Consigliere—and the news wasn’t good. The Five Territories were demanding his presence immediately, threatening to vote him out if he didn't come.He had smashed more glasses and phones in a single day than he could count. His hair looked like something wild had run through it over and over. The buttons of his shirt were gone, ripped off in a fit of rage, and he kept muttering under his breath as he walked back and forth, left, then right.“It’s all her fault… all of it,” he kept saying, dragging a hand through his hair, breathing in hard through his nose.He had thought hurting Courtney and her friends would calm him down. That it would bleed the anger out of him. But the second he left the slaughterhouse and got back home, it only grew worse.Calla wa

There’s a feeling that comes right after the consequences of an action hit. A sharp, crushing regret. The kind that screams 'had I known'. Calla felt it flooding her now, it was raw and suffocating, as Rico’s hand tightened around her throat.She struggled to stay conscious, her vision blurring at the edges. Her fingers clawed at his wrist, nails scraping uselessly against his skin as she tried to peel him away. Her chest burned, lungs begging for air that wouldn’t come, panic crashing into her harder with every second. Rico didn’t look angry. That was the worst part. His face was calm, as if her fear meant nothing at all, as if her body trembling beneath his grip was just another inconvenience.Calla’s legs weakened, her strength slipping fast, and in that moment she knew regret was useless now. Whatever choice she’d made had already led her here—pressed against the door, fighting for breath, staring into the eyes of a man who had decided she no longer mattered.“I can smell them o