All Chapters of His To Possess : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

If only one could see the future, if only there was a way to know how a single choice would end before it was made. If someone, anyone, had warned Calla that she would be exposed without being able to tell Rico herself, maybe she would have gone to him first. Maybe she would have chosen differently. But there was no room left for 'if onlys'. That door had already slammed shut.Calla’s eyes followed Rico as he unfastened the belt and stepped away, straightening his jacket like nothing had happened, like he hadn’t just reduced her to nothing with a few words. His face was calm yet cold, already moving past her, already thinking ten steps ahead. Men like Rico didn’t lose control for no reason. When they went quiet, it meant they had decided exactly how someone would pay.“You exist because I allow it,” he said evenly. “And you should remember that every second from now on.”Calla swallowed hard, her throat burning as her body shook despite her effort to stay still. She understood then

The drive to the factory was quiet, the quiet that pressed against the chest and made every breath feel heavier than the last. Rico sat in the back seat, his elbow resting against the door, his gaze fixed on the dark road ahead as the city slowly disappeared behind them. Streetlights thinned out the farther they went, replaced by long stretches of broken pavement and abandoned land, places people no longer cared to fix or remember.Three cars moved together, steady and controlled, their engines kept low, and their headlights were dimmed. No one spoke over the radio unless it was necessary. Everyone already knew what this night was about. Ezio was one of them, and that alone was reason enough to tear the place apart if it came to that.They hadn’t found the factory by chance. The moment Ezio was taken, the chip embedded in his palm had gone live, a silent alarm meant only for moments like this. It didn’t send words or explanations, just a steady signal that meant danger... real danger.

Calla is heavily distraught and unsettled. Now in her room, she hasn't been able to sleep since Rico left. Still in shock at what happened, her body trembling and her lips quivering.She paced mindlessly, her legs tired now, but her mind still fully awake."Stupid... stupid," she muttered to herself, her palm connecting to her forehead. She knew she had to do something to fix the damage. It may not be entirely, but at least, to get back on his good side.A frustrated sigh slipped from her lips. She paused and slumped on the edge of the bed. Her feet thumped lowly against the floor as her mind wandered.Her gaze drifted to the damaged burner phone, scattered over the ground. She exhaled and gathered the parts she could find, then came back to her position on the bed.She stared at the phone parts in her hands, and a laugh tore through her.Her shoulders shook, and her eyes teared up. "Why did I keep the chip and phone so close by?" She asked herself in between laughter. "Like who the

Rico lay quietly on his bed, his chest rising and falling heavily. The room was empty now, Calla having left only minutes ago, but her presence still lingered like a bruise he couldn’t touch.He hurled the whiskey bottle at the wall, the crash loud enough to shake the room, glass flying everywhere as the amber liquid splashed down the wall.A groan tore from his chest as his hand moved instinctively to his wounds. His jaw was clenched tight, his face and lips pale as porcelain, pain and anger sitting clearly in his expression.He pulled in a rough breath, then another, trying to steady himself, trying not to let everything tear him apart at once.Calla had walked in like she belonged there. Like she belonged in his life. Like she hadn’t lied straight to his face or made him look like a fool in front of his men—they now know about Calla, Sandro had pulled footage from Marco's hideout during his hacking.She had acted like she cared, and he hated that part the most, because for a moment

"And who made that decision?”Calla didn’t turn right away. She felt his presence before she saw him. Her brows furrowed, wondering why he was out of bed. She saw the doctor leave, so she knew the bullet had been taken out. He should be resting and recovering by now.The air changed, tightening around her chest. Slowly, she faced him, and her heart skipped. He was still pale, beads of sweat resting on his forehead. But his lips weren't too cracked as before."Why are you out of bed?" Calla asked."Since when did you give a fuck?" He threw back, a dark grin tugging his lips. Calla swallowed, her gaze fluttered before turning back to him."Rico I—""Who said you could stay. I asked you to leave."She lifted her chin even though her heart was pounding hard enough to hurt.“I did,” she said. “I’m not done here.”Valentina let out a sharp laugh, half disbelief, half anger. “You’ve got some nerve,” she snapped, looking between them. “After everything you’ve done—”“That’s enough,” Rico sa