All Chapters of HIS POISONOUS POSSESSION: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter 14 Continuation

Dante laughed—a dark, humorless sound. He stepped toward her, his shadow stretching across the ancient maps. "If you find it, you prove your worth. You prove that you are more than a trophy. You prove you are a Moretti in spirit, if not in name."He grabbed her hand, pressing the small silver key into her palm. "But let’s be clear, Little Bird. This isn't a quest for your freedom. It’s a test of your devotion. If you find the secret and try to hide it from me... Rule Number One will be the least of your concerns." Hours later, the mansion was silent. Dante had fallen into a light, restless sleep, his arm draped possessively across Ivy’s waist, even in unconsciousness.Ivy lay awake, the silver key hidden beneath her pillow. She could hear the rhythmic breathing of the man who had ruined h

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Chapter 15

[The Hollow Foundation]The Palisades was a house built on silence, but to Ivy, the silence had begun to speak.As an architect, she knew that every structure had a heartbeat—the groan of settling timber, the whistle of wind through the eaves, the rhythmic thrum of the HVAC system. But beneath those expected sounds lay a dissonance. Since she had deciphered the map from the Red Box, she could feel the phantom limbs of the house: the corridors that shouldn't exist, the voids behind the oak paneling, and the hollow pockets beneath the marble.Dante was gone for the day. A "business emergency" in the city—likely more of the predatory liquidations he favored—had pulled him away from the estate at dawn."Stay within the grounds, Ivy," he had whispered against

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Chapter 15 Continuation

Dante entered the suite ten minutes later. He looked exhausted, his tie loosened, his eyes dark with a simmering frustration. He threw his jacket onto the chair and walked straight to Ivy, pulling her into his arms with a desperation that caught her off guard."The city is a swarm of leeches," he muttered against her hair. "Everyone wants a piece of the St. Claire carcass. Everyone wants to know why I’m keeping you."Ivy leaned into him, her hands resting on his chest, her fingers inches away from the drive in her pocket. "And what do you tell them, Dante?""I tell them that you’re the only thing in this world that isn't for sale," he whispered, lifting her chin to look into her eyes.He searched her face, his gaze intense. Ivy felt the weight o

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Chapter 16

[The Cracked Foundation]The morning air at the Palisades was thick with the scent of ozone and the looming threat of a coastal storm. Ivy sat at the edge of the expansive terrace, a cup of untouched coffee cooling in her hand. From the outside, she looked exactly like the "trophy" Dante had spent weeks polishing: dressed in cream-colored cashmere, her hair swept into a sophisticated knot, and the ruby collar catching the pale sunlight.But internally, she was a clockwork mechanism, every gear turning with a single, lethal purpose.The digital drive she had stolen from the "Detonator" vault was no longer in her pocket. She had hidden it inside the hollowed-out lining of a vintage architect’s scale in her studio—the one place Dante allowed her a semblance of her old identity. It was a ticking bomb, and every t

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Chapter 16 Continuation

"You're playing a game," Marcus hissed, leaning in close. "I’ve watched women like you my whole life. You think because he looks at you with hunger, you have the upper hand. But I see the way you look at the walls. I see the way you touch the stone. You’re not looking for a home. You’re looking for a weapon.""You’re being paranoid," Ivy said, trying to move past him.Marcus grabbed her arm, his grip far tighter than Dante’s ever was. It was the grip of a man who didn't care if he left a bruise. "He might believe your 'loyalty' at dinner. He might believe your kisses. But I know who your father was. I know the snake that raised you. If I find one piece of evidence that you're working against this house, I won't wait for Dante’s permission to deal with you.""Is that

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Chapter 17

[The Lullaby of the Sea Caves]The storm had left the Palisades dripping with salt and secrets. The morning air was unnervingly still, the kind of heavy atmosphere that precedes a landslide. Ivy sat in her newly designated studio—a glass-walled sanctuary that Dante had carved out of a former sunroom. It was supposed to be a gesture of "mercy," a place for her to reconnect with her architectural roots. In reality, it was a goldfish bowl. The glass was reinforced, and the door didn't have a lock on the inside.On her drafting table lay a blank sheet of vellum. To anyone watching through the security cameras, she appeared to be sketching the rugged coastline. But beneath the vellum, hidden in the grooves of the table’s edge, was the silver key.Her mind was a storm of its own, replaying the image of Isabella in

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Chapter 17 Continuation (2)

Isabella turned her head, her eyes milky and wide. "You found the paper truth. But the paper doesn't burn like flesh. The fire wasn't just to hide the debt, little bird. The fire was a ritual. Dante’s father... he didn't die because of Rossi. He died because he wanted to be the only god in this house."Ivy felt a chill that had nothing to do with the dampness. "What are you saying? Dante believes his father was a victim.""Dante believes the lies that keep him king," Isabella whispered, grabbing Ivy’s wrist. Her grip was cold and skeletal. "The 'Shadow Ledger' isn't the weapon. The weapon is the third drive. The one marked with the black sun. It doesn't prove the crimes, Ivy. It proves the succession.""I don't under

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Chapter 17 Continuation (3)

Dante looked at the drive. For the first time since she had met him, Ivy saw a flicker of genuine fear in his eyes. Not fear of her, or fear of the law—but fear of himself."The truth is a cage, Ivy," he whispered. "I was trying to keep you out of it.""I’m already in the cage, Dante! You put the collar on me! If I’m going to be your trophy, I deserve to know whose blood I’m polished with!"Outside the vault door, they could hear Marcus pounding on the stone. "Dante! Open the door! She’s poisoned you! She’s found the black sun! You have to let me finish it!"Dante stood up, pulling Ivy with him. He walked to the safe—the one Ivy had already opened—and pulled out a heavy iron lever.

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Chapter 18

[The Salt and the Silt]The high-pitched whine of the diamond-tipped drill bit against the reinforced steel door of the vault was a sound that set the teeth on edge, a mechanical scream that filled the small, stone-walled chamber. It was the sound of a countdown. Marcus, the man who had been the shadow in the corner of the Moretti legacy for three decades, was no longer waiting for orders. He was correcting a mistake.Ivy stood in the center of the vault, her legs trembling but her mind startlingly clear. The "Long Con" was over. The submissive trophy had been shed like a winter skin, and beneath it stood the architect—the woman who had learned to read the bones of the Palisades better than the man who owned them.Dante was leaning against the iron safe, his breath hitched, his eyes fixed on the door where the first sparks of the breach were beginning to shower the floor. He looked at the gun in Ivy’s hand—his gun—and then up at her face."You’re serious," he whispered, the words bare

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Chapter 18 Continuation (2)

The pressure change was sudden and violent. One moment they were being crushed by the weight of the Palisades; the next, they were being spat out into the open water of the cove.Ivy broke the surface, gasping for air, her vision blurry with salt and tears. The rain was still falling, a cold shroud over the black water. She felt the heavy tug of her clothes, the weight of the ruby necklace still tight around her throat—a permanent brand even in the middle of the ocean."Dante!" she choked out, her voice barely a whisper against the waves.A few yards away, a dark shape bobbed in the water. Dante emerged, his hair plastered to his forehead, his face pale and ghostly in the moonlight. He swam toward her with a ragged, exhausted stroke, his hand finding her shoulder and pulling her toward a flat shelf of rock near the cave entrance.They dragged themselves onto the stone, collapsing side-by-side, their chests heaving, their bodies shivering with a deep, bone-deep cold.Above them, on the

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