All Chapters of His To Possess : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Calla gasped, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. Like the air got knocked out of her lungs. She trembled with fear and fastened her steps out of Rico’s mansion.Then she saw Bruno leaning by the car. He propped up when he saw her, tossing the cigarette to the ground and stamping on it."The boss instructed me to drop you off," he said, pulling the driver's seat open and sliding in.Calla didn't respond. She rushed to the passenger's side and got in, her hands trembling with fear."Take me to Greenhill Hospitals," she instructed.Maybe he noticed her hands quivering, but he didn’t say anything. He started the car and drove onto the road.Calla tried Luxe's number many times, but it rang and went straight to voicemail. She panicked, the fear growing bigger.Maybe they got to Luxe, then her brother.She couldn’t stop the bad thoughts."Can you step on the gas," She said, getting impatient. Bruno's eyes flickered to her. "Please," she added.He hit the accelerator with his eyes ahead, f

"Calla? Is that you?" The man asked, disbelief in his eyes. And Calla had shock in hers. Rico had also turned to see who it was that knew her.She couldn’t speak or move, it was as if time had stopped. She had turned as pale as a ghost.The man got closer, eyes still on her. Each step he took towards Calla, made her body stiff. "It is you!""Mr. Draven," Rico spoke. The man immediately tore his eyes from Calla and glanced at the man with whom she had her arms locked.Calla couldn't breathe, her chest was rising and falling. She wanted to leave here. Far away from him.Tristan."Ah! Mr De Romano!" The man, whose name was Tristan Draven, threw his arms wide as he said. He laughed so loudly.Rico didn't flinch, he stared at the man before him with no expression. He shot a glance at Calla beside him, and he frowned.Her eyes were lost. Empty.She looked scared.'Of this man?' He thought.Tristan spoke again, "How long has it been? Three years? Four?" He stretched his hand for a handshake,

Calla started to panic, staring at Tristan's unmoving body. She couldn’t peel her eyes from the pool of blood on the restroom's floor, and his body that had begun to turn pale blue.She heard Rico sigh. He took his knife out of Tristan's face and wiped the blade clean, shook his head slightly, and muttered, "Ah, che macello..." 'Ah, what a mess...'He turned to face her, and she flinched, her nails dug into her palms, and she didn't know what to do or say.He grinned at her and her breath got caught in her throat."Scared of a little blood?" He asked, twirling the blade in the air.Of course, she was; she's visibly shaking. But she was too prideful to admit it to him.She shook her head hard, her eyes locking with his. "No. I've seen worse," she said, her voice almost betraying her.She hasn't seen this much blood before.Rico nodded. He moved to the door, and Calla backed away. He chuckled and clicked the door shut.He pulled out his phone from his jacket and punched something into i

The mansion's hallway was dark, lit only by the moonlight coming through the windows. Calla sauntered, her legs quiet against the floor. The place felt empty, almost too quiet. The air was cool, and every sound seemed louder than it should be.How can he live like this? Alone. She hasn't set her eyes on his elderly housekeeper since that day. Well, she's only been here twice.She walked slowly down the hallway, careful not to make a sound. Her eyes darted around, not sure if his study was on this floor or somewhere downstairs. The house was too big, too quiet, and she didn’t want to open the wrong door. Her hand brushed lightly against the wall as she moved, steadying herself.Then she saw a faint, warm light leaking from under a door at the end of the hall. It wasn’t bright, just a soft glow from a lamp. Rico must be in there.She reached the door in almost hurried steps. She took a deep breath and knocked twice. She heard him mumble from inside and she twisted the doorknob.Rico was

The early morning sun was bright and warm, sending a golden glow through the windows and onto Calla’s face. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking twice, and turned on her back, staring at the oddly beautiful aesthetic ceiling.She sighed and sat up, her eyes taking in Rico's room for the first time.Rico’s room was dark, commanding, and stripped of warmth – just like him. Deep gray walls, sharp lines, a scent of smoke and leather in the air. Nothing out of place.Every furniture – his desks, long shelves, chairs – was heavy, sleek, and meant to intimidate. Like it was warning anyone who stepped inside here; you don’t belong here unless he says so.It was right, and it reminded her of what happened last night. She had to pleasure herself to be able to fall asleep.She groaned and picked up her phone beside her, checked the time and it was almost six in the morning.She had to go.Although Eli wasn't allowed to go to school yet, she needed to be at home and make breakfast, not that her b