All Chapters of Mafia Lord’s Possession: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

After Grace’s mother had said those words to Alessia, she left the room to let Alessia think it through.She knew it wouldn’t be easy for Alessia to accept everything, but she had to accept it.It was best for both her and Marco. If only Grace’s mother knew the reasons behind the marriage Marco was getting into.Alessia contemplated for one whole hour, trying to think it through before acting rashly.“But, would he even want to see me again?” She muttered to herself, remembering that Marco had willingly let her go out of anger. Would he even want her around again? He seemed to have been mad at her at that time. Maybe he hated her now, so there was no use going after him.“No,” she shook her head and walked back to her bed. “There’s no need to go after him.” She said and lay on the bed.********Back at the base, in Marco’s bedroom.“Ah, you don’t know how much I hate Miracle,” Dante mumbled as he helped Marco fix his tie. Marco didn’t crack a smile, keeping his face grim as glaring

Marco sat with a drink In his hand awaiting Victor who still hadn't come out of the bedroom. The sight of Dante ruthlessly digging his fingers into Alessia kept replaying in his head, his grip on the glass tightening.Alessia’s muffled scream had gnawed at him, making him unable to look at her during those times. To think she was in such pain because of him.Marco sighed, glancing at the door and wondering what was taking Victor so long to finish up. Impatiently, he stood up and walked to the room, opening the door and entering slowly.Victor, who was busily wrapping a bandage around her, turned to see who had walked in, already guessing who it was.“What’s taking you so long?” Marco asked with a disapproving look on his face.Victor merely rolled his eyes, turning back to the work he had at hand. “You know,” Victor said with a teasing smile. “Ever since this woman entered your life, she’s been fainting or getting hurt a lot. First, it was because of malnutrition, now she got shot

“Let's stop here, bestie," Dante said huskily as he caught her hand which kept tracing his chest.“Why?" She asked, confusion flashing in her eyes. “You don't want me?" “No, not that. I want you, trust me. 0! But if we continue like this, I might not be able to hold back.” "Then don't,” she said seriously.Dante raised a questioning brow, his lips curving up. "What?”"Don’t hold back, I want this.” She admitted, looking him dead in the eye. She wasn't the shy type he usually liked, but with this side of her, he was more than contended."Are you sure about this?” He asked to confirm, he wouldn't want to be blamed for anything after this was over."Yes, I'm sure." She said again, confidently. Grace couldn't tell what was going through her mind, but she had always been one to follow her heart and think of consequences later. She knew this was not a good idea, but the urge to taste the forbidden fruit was stronger this time.She just wanted to stay in the moment and forget about the fut

“Ignacio, she hasn’t recovered yet!” Mimi’s mother yelled at her husband as he charged towards the girl’s room.He had been holding himself back ever since she was hospitalized.Initially, he had been so mad that his daughter almost lost her life on her wedding day, but now he didn’t care anymore about it. All that mattered was the union of their clan.He barged into Mimi’s room, finding her lying on the bed and typing away on her phone with a frown.“Miracle!” He yelled, startling her and making her sit up at once.“Papa, what’s wrong?” “Don’t ‘papa’ me, young lady!” He cut her short with a glare. “I decided to stay silent and wait till you recover before we talk about the stunt you pulled out there that day! You rejected Marco, bringing disgrace to this family.” Mimi’s gaze darkened at her father’s words. It was clear that day that her father didn’t care about her and her happiness.“Father, can you hear yourself? You don’t even care about my health or happiness!” She yelled back,

“So what exactly do you plan to do now,” Dante’s voice cut through the silence, his tone calm but probing.Marco turned to look at Dante, a brow coming up. “What do you mean?” he asked.“I mean,” Dante paused, then continued. “I know you aren't going to marry Gaia.”Marco’s gaze darkened as he glared at his cousin. A scowl formed on his face as he said in return.“I never had any intention of marrying Gaia. I made it clear from the start.”Dante nodded in understanding, “Of course, I knew that, But after the conversation with your father today, you'll have to get married to her.” Marco’s gaze shifted as the words Ezekiel had said to him earlier clicked in his head.“I found out something suspicious today, something my father said to me while on call.”“What's it about and who?” “Alessia. He said something about her father’s identity. I feel there’s something we don't know.” Marco explained seriously. Dante frowned. “What exactly did he say?” “It doesn’t matter, I need you to help