All Chapters of His To Possess : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Rico's grip on the staircase faltered. Each step he took up the stairs sent a stabbing pain to his ribs. He'd left the dining table with very little strength he had left, trying to stay upright so no one would notice he was hurting.He pulled the hand that clutched his side and stared at it. Blood.The stitches must have ripped open.He groaned deeply, forcing himself to stay conscious as his eyes fluttered. He finally reached the top of the stairs with much difficulty, the pain tearing through him, but he endured it, forcing one step after the other even as his body screamed for him to stop.“Fuck…” he growled under his breath, his pace slowing as his vision blurred for a moment, and with his eyes fixed straight ahead, he dragged his foot across the floor, refusing to give in just yet.His legs suddenly gave out beneath him, and he crashed to the ground with a dull thud that knocked the air from his lungs, a sharp groan teared out of him as pain exploded through his side. He lay th

Calla sat on the couch in her room, lost in a daze, Rico's words repeating loudly in her head.He'd told her she'll be coming with him to Rome in two days, not caring how she felt about it. He wasn't bothered by whether she was comfortable with it, mentally prepared to cross the country, or even had a passport.Most especially, who would look after her brother? Rico was well aware that she was the only one Eli had. He was just a kid and not an adult to be left alone to cater for himself. If she didn't know better, she would think Rico was doing this to mess with her. Who's she kidding, of course he's punishing her. It was a trap he'd set for her. She couldn't say no to him, and risk suffering his fury. But saying yes meant Eli would be left alone, and she'd never let that happen.She groaned loudly, her face in her palms, and her heart beat racing. She suddenly took her face out of her palms and stared ahead into nothing. What if she asks to bring Eli along?Sure, he still has schoo

They say one tends to fall deep into an obvious trap when desperation blinds them to the warning signs.The air in the room was still and heavy as Calla stood not far across from Rico, her fingers firm around her sling bag, the other hand held in a tight fist by her side. She didn't think much of the way he repeated her words."Yes, I'll do anything," she nodded quickly, desperation in her tone. "Anything.”He let the silence stretch between them until it felt suffocating. Then he spoke.“Fine," he started, inhaling sharply. "Your brother won’t be coming to Rome, and that isn’t negotiable. But I’ll make arrangements. He’ll be moved into one of my safe houses here in the States where he'll be protected, watched twenty-four seven, fed, taken to and from school, and everything he needs. No one will touch him and he'll be safe. But he stays here and you go to Rome alone with me.”Calla’s breath caught. "I don't— I'm not sure that will work.""It's not for you think. You either take it or

Two black Range Rovers Velar slowed to a stop in front of Calla and Eli. They both stood outside their apartment, each with luggage by their side as they waited for it to be loaded into the respective vehicles.Eli's little fingers tightened around Calla's, as they held hands, waiting, both sobbing inside."Do you really have to go?" Eli peered up at Calla, his voice low, lips quivering, and his doe eyes tearing up. "And do I need to live somewhere else while you're away?"It broke Calla into a million pieces, watching her brother almost break down but trying to hold it together. Knowing she couldn't do anything to help him, tore her up from the inside.She squatted a little and cupped his cheeks into her hands, fighting back her tears. "I— I need to go," she whispered, eyes reassuring him. "But I promise I'll be back before you know it," she said, her cheeks hurting from the fake smile that tugged her mouth.Today was the day.The day she would be separated from her brother for... da

Calla’s eyes widened, her jaw dropping open as the line of black cars eased through the tall wrought-iron gates and into a long, winding driveway. It stretched far ahead of them, lined with tall trees that cast heavy shadows over the road, their branches blocking out most of the remaining light and making the place feel old and important.At the end of the drive, a large fountain came into view, softly lit from below, water spilling gently over carved stone. At the center stood a statue, worn by time, its details old but still powerful, like it had been standing there for centuries, watching everything that came and went.The house—no, the mansion ahead was huge. It rose out of the darkness, massive, with two long wings stretching from its middle, built of aged stone that bore the weight of history.Warm lights glowed from some of the windows, just enough to outline its shape against the night sky. The walls looked ancient and solid. The kind that had seen wars, blood, and generations