Lahat ng Kabanata ng His To Possess : Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

One might make a well-sculpted plan against another—from start to how it all ends—concluding that they are faster. But everyone knows the devil is always a step ahead.Rico was better than the devil. He was always two steps ahead, already finalizing before they could think of a next move. And his plans... always a jaw dropper.He stood before the shocked and slightly frightened council members, watching how they shifted uncomfortably in their chairs, their eyes darting between him and the frozen heads."What is this?!" Associate Domenico blew, his fist slamming onto the table.Rico wasn't shaken, he chuckled, tilting his head to the side. "Have you gone deaf?" He asked, shocking them with his tone towards a territory head. "I did say a gift, didn't I?" The nonchalance was evident in his voice."And what is your aim for bringing... dead people's heads in here?!" Associate Giuseppe was next, his face growing red with anger.Rico didn't flinch at the old man's loud voice. His eyes stayed

By dinner time, they ate downstairs. The table was set, but the usual silence was present. Conversation never came.Rico barely paid attention to anything else around him. His focus stayed on Calla. Whether she had enough on her plate, the way she held her fork, and the quiet expressions that crossed her face. Every now and then, he’d reach for something and place it closer to her without a word, like it was the most natural thing.Donna Marta ate quietly, her movements were calm and measured, saying nothing as she observed the table in silence.Sophia, on the other hand, stole small glances at them. She had a faint, knowing smile on her lips. There was something almost admiring in the way she watched them, but she didn’t interrupt, choosing to keep her thoughts to herself.Now in their room, Calla sat before the dressing mirror after she and Rico had showered together. She watched through the mirror as he dried her hair with a dryer.His fingers on her scalp were firm but soft. He ge

A quiet yawn slipped past Calla’s lips as she stirred in bed. Her hand moved across the sheets beside her, eyes still closed, expecting to feel him there. But the space was empty.Her eyes slowly opened, and she pushed herself up, rubbing them with the back of her hand. Her gaze dropped to the other side of the bed, the sheets already cold where Rico should have been.That was when she noticed three small notes, neatly stuck to the lamp table. She reached for them and read.[Out for work. Will be back soon.][You will get your surprise today.][Don’t skip breakfast, okay?]A soft smile spread across her lips as she read them again, almost hearing his voice in her head. The thought of someone like Rico, who is cold, controlled, and feared, taking his time to scribble little notes for her made something warm settle in her chest. She let out a small laugh.Her eyes moved to the wall clock, and it was a few minutes past eight.“I really don’t feel like going downstairs…” she muttered, but

It had been four days, and Rico still hadn’t returned. The search teams had widened their reach, combing through nearby towns, while divers had scoured the river multiple times, yet there was still no sign of him.Calla’s days blurred together. She moved through the house almost on autopilot, her mind constantly on him. Eli, sensing her worry, clung to her side, asking questions she didn’t have the energy to answer. She tried to smile, tried to reassure him, but every time she looked into his innocent eyes, the fear in her chest grew heavier. Luxe stayed close too, a steady presence, offering quiet support, ready to step in and help with Eli, but letting Calla feel in control.Meals went mostly untouched. Calls and messages went unanswered. Even when she tried to busy herself by reading a book, her hands shook slightly, and her eyes kept drifting toward the door, half-expecting him to walk in.At night, the three of them would sit together in the living room. Calla and Luxe would whi

After Bruno dropped Calla back home, she still couldn't shake off a thought that silently kept making its way into her head. Bruno mentioned that Marco is the one they strongly suspect of being the one behind Rico's accident. And he has achieved his aim. He was now Capo.What if the people Marco hired were also ordered to bring Rico to him? What if the car and phone were tossed into the river on purpose to divert the investigation from a possible abduction? What if... Marco has Rico locked up somewhere dark, constantly torturing him? She immediately shook her head, her hands placed against her ears, knees brought to her chest. She hadn't said any of these suspicions to Bruno, for fear of him thinking she'd gone crazy, or was being unrealistic. He also refused to tell her if they were planning anything.An annoyed groan slipped past her lips, followed by a yawn. Calla glanced at the clock, seeing that the short hand was pointing at two, and the longer hand was pointing towards eight.