177: Where Do You Belong

VivienneThings had been… strange.Not bad or tense like before or that sharp, suffocating distance that made every room feel colder than it should. It was different now, softer in a way I didn’t quite trust yet, like something fragile had been placed between us and everyone was being careful not to break it again.And somehow… that made it harder.Because now they looked at me differently.Not like I was something they were trying to hold onto while I kept slipping away, but like I had already chosen to stay, like I was already part of something I hadn’t fully agreed to but also hadn’t rejected.And that was the problem.I hadn’t rejected it.I sat by the long table in the private dining room, lazily pushing food around my plate with my fork, not really eating this time, just thinking, while the men were scattered around me like they always seemed to be now. Kane leaned against the far wall with his arms crossed, watching me in that quiet, intense way of his, Ryker was seated beside

178: Pulled in Two Directions

Vivienne(Five days later)I stared at the documents spread across the desk and cussed under my breath, fingers tightening around the edge of the paper as irritation climbed up my spine. “Damn Marcus… that bastard is ruining my empire,” I muttered, not even bothering to hide the anger in my voice this time because honestly, what was the point, the damage was right there in front of me, black and white, line after line of reports showing just how much chaos he had left behind.I had asked one of my newly reinstated subordinates to compile everything, every shift in power, every loss, every internal conflict, every snake trying to rise now that Marcus was gone, and they had done exactly that, too well even, because now I was stuck looking at the mess he had created like it was some kind of twisted farewell gift.“He really went all out before he fell,” Ivy commented lazily in my head, sounding far too entertained for my liking. “I almost respect it. Almost.”“Don’t start,” I muttered,

179: What She Won’t Say

DanteThe office was quiet, but not peaceful.There was a difference.Papers were spread across the desk in front of me, reports stacked in neat piles that meant nothing on the surface but everything underneath, because every line, every number, every missing detail pointed back to the same thing.Zach’s death.Closed.That was what the heaf council called it.Resolved. Handled. Buried.I didn’t believe that for a second.My fingers tapped once against the file before going still, my eyes scanning the report again even though I already knew what it said, what it didn’t say, and more importantly, what it avoided saying completely.“No sign of forced entry, no external witnesses, no magical residue that couldn’t be explained,” Kane read from the chair across from me, his voice flat but edged with irritation as he flipped through another report like he was looking for something that refused to be found. “Convenient.”“Too convenient,” I replied, leaning back slightly in my chair, my gaze

All Chapters of Theirs To Possess And Ruin: Chapter 181 - Chapter 183

177: Where Do You Belong

178: Pulled in Two Directions

179: What She Won’t Say