All Chapters of His To Possess : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Wh-what?" Calla stuttered, wiping water off her mouth. She placed the glass gently on the table, her eyes on Sofia."Oh, come on. It's so obvious." Sofia rolled her eyes, chewing on the scrambled egg. "I mean, your hair is such a mess—like someone had their hands in it all nightttt," she dragged, her eyes moving to her brother.Rico just sat there, unbothered. He ate his food quietly.Calla bowed her head, too embarrassed to look at Sofia. Even the food tasted bland in her mouth all of a sudden. She couldn't say a word to refute. But why should she be embarrassed? It's not like she's a saint or something. She's a freaking escort, and Rico isn't her first or second. She should be used to this."Oh my gosh, you're also wearing his shirt! You must be really special," Sofia added, giggling like a kid.Calla furrowed her brows, looking up at Sofia, then at Rico who finally gave a reaction. His hand on his fork paused, his eyes on his sister—who had a huge grin on her face.Calla, seeming

“What nonsense are you spewing?” Rico asked, moving behind his desk and tossing his broken phone into the drawer. He pulled out a brand-new one and slid his SIM card in.“You and Lyra! You guys are so cuteeee!—”“That’s enough,” he cut her off, his voice low, firm, and cold. He felt the annoyance bubbling inside him—not at Sofia, but at this strange, unfamiliar tug he couldn’t quite place.He ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake it off, but it lingered, a weight he wasn’t used to carrying. He didn’t like feeling this… distracted. He hated that her name could even make his chest tighten.Sofia, oblivious to the storm inside him, grinned. “I mean it! You two are so perfect together!”Rico’s jaw tightened, and he turned back to his papers, arranging the files like he wasn't the one who scattered them. He tried to focus. “I told you, Sofia… drop it."Even as he spoke, part of him couldn’t deny it. But he's too much of a proud man to admit that.Sofia’s eyes flicked up at him, sens

It was exactly 11:30 when Calla stood in front of the old warehouse. The sky was dark with no stars, no moon, just thick clouds that made the night feel heavier. The wind carried a faint smell of rust and smoke, and the sound of dripping water echoed from somewhere nearby.Her heart thudded in her chest as she looked around. The place was quiet. The warehouse felt eerier, its metal gate half-rusted and the paint peeling off. Every shadow looked like it was watching her.Calla pulled the straps of her hoodie tighter around her face and took a shaky breath. This was where Salvatore had told her to come. She didn’t know what he wanted this time, but she knew it couldn’t be good.Still, she walked forward, her footsteps crunching softly against the gravel.The hefty men by the door didn't question her, and quietly opened the doors, not after sneering and throwing whistles at her. She paid them no attention and walked inside.Another man—slimmer built and not too scary looking—gestured for

Calla chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief."No, it's not.""It is," he replied, still not quite getting what his sister was doing.They stared at each other for a while, before Calla went into the living room to get her phone. She put on the screen and stared at the date. "It really is Saturday today," she mumbled to herself. She may be going crazy."Are you alright?" Eli appeared by her side, worry lacing his expression.Calla forced a small smile, pinching her brother's cheek. "I am," she said. "I just— it was a prank. I wanted to test you... Gotcha!" She gave a dry laugh, pointing her fingers at him.She had to lie that she was only pranking him, to ease his growing worry."That's not funny, Lyra," he said, matter-of-fact, his small face set in a frown.Calla dropped her humorless laugh. "I know and I'm sorry, sweetpea." She pulled him into a hug. Her hand was rubbing up and down his back.Eli pulled away, his eyes searching hers. "Are you sure you're okay? You've been acting

Calla stepped out of her house, the night breeze brushing lightly against her skin. The street was quiet, except for the black tinted-window car parked directly across from her building. Fabio stood beside it, leaning on the door like a carved statue in a suit. Rigid and unreadable.A soft sigh left her. Of course, Rico would send him.And the moment she saw Fabio’s face, she couldn’t stop the flicker of memory from what he told her happened to Bruno. She wondered if he was recovering… if he was even alive. No one had told her anything.“Evening,” Fabio greeted quietly, dipping his head once. No warmth, just out of duty.She matched it with a small, polite smile. “Hi.”He pulled the back door open for her. She held her long dress off the ground and slipped inside without another word. The leather seat hugged her body as the door clicked shut, caging her in silence.She didn’t ask where they were going. She didn’t want to. It felt easier just to let her eyes see it first—whatever world