His Relentless Possession

𝟖-𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫

"So, you do remember me. Excellent!" the boss said with a warm smile that showed off the wrinkles around the corners of his eyes.

I have to say that I didn't expect the kind-hearted uncle to be a mafia boss. In other words, I did not expect the mafia to be a smiley uncle figure.

"Yeah... um... hello... once again, I guess," I stammered when I finally found my tongue.

"Have a drink, dear. You look a little tired from the trip. It must have been a long one..." the boss said as he gestured to a glass of water placed on the coffee table.

"Thank you..." I whispered as I reached for the glass.

"Did my men treat you roughly? I did order them to be gentle with you... as gentle as handling a feather," the boss asked, suddenly his gaze turning serious.

For some reason, I figured that I shouldn't tell him they bound my hands and feet and taped my mouth shut.

"I'm fine... thank you. More importantly, why... am I here?" I asked in confusion. I mean, there's the matter of my parent's debt but...

"Five hundred million dollars," the boss began speaking.

"If it's the money, I don't have it right now, but I swear, I'll work or do whatever it takes, and I'll pay you back. Please!" I cut in desperately.

"Oh... you'd do anything, huh?" the old man said, his eyes twinkling.

"Umm... anything... not illegal, I guess..." I said, my voice trailing off.

"Hahaha! You're such a good girl, and I like that so much. I knew you were such a good girl the first time we ran into each other," the boss said after laughing out loud at my words.

"Umm... so about the debt..." I began hesitantly.

"About the money, I don't want it back," the boss said bluntly, waving his hand like it was nothing.

"Really?!" I asked in surprise, feeling a sense of relief flood through my body. I mean, let's be realistic, I probably wouldn't earn even close to that amount in my lifetime.

"Of course. Instead, I want you to marry my son," the boss stated, his tone suddenly very serious.

"WHAT?!" I shouted in shock before choking on the water I had been drinking.

Cough cough cough

"Are you... okay?" the boss asked as he watched me cough and choke on the water.

"...Yeah..." I whispered between ragged breaths as my coughing subsided.

"So, I was saying... I want you to marry my son," the boss said seriously, smiling with satisfaction.

"Is this some kind of bad joke?" I exclaimed in shock.

"...The boss is... a very serious man, watch what you do and say if you want to live to see the light of dawn," I heard the stern voice of the man in black from before in my head, and I felt goosebumps all over my body. Shit, did I just say the wrong thing?

"You did just say that you would do anything," the boss reminded me with a grin.

"But marrying your son is..." I began protesting.

"I can understand why you might think I'm joking; however, I am dead serious. I want you to marry my son," the boss repeated, his eyes never leaving my face as he observed my every reaction.

I felt exposed. I felt like he could read me like an open book...

"But I... I'm very sorry, but I can't imagine marrying someone I don't even know... someone I don't even love..." I began explaining as best as I could. Not to mention, above all else, I could never marry a mafia member.

"I totally understand. That won't be a problem at all. You'll definitely fall in love with my son," the boss said confidently, waving his hand as if brushing away any concern.

"No... I... I can't marry your son. I'm sorry, but... is there something else I can do to repay the debt instead?" I said, a clear plea in my voice.

"Perhaps we could cut you apart and sell all your organs on the black market. I don't know, maybe even then you wouldn't amount to five hundred million dollars..." the boss said as he looked me up and down, appraising my worth.

"Please let me go home. I have a very old grandmother, and we don't have anyone else apart from each other. I need to be there to take care of her..." I pleaded with him.

"If you marry into this family, you will have it all-power, wealth, fame, and whatever it is that you need. I only have one son, and he will take over as my heir," the boss said passionately.

Marry his son?! That is crazy. I have only thought of marriage once before, but... I guess things just don't work out...

Anyway, if I get married, I don't want to marry the heir of a mafia gang!

"What happens... if I refuse?" I asked in a small, hesitant voice.

"Hahaha! Seriously, honey dear, what makes you think that you can refuse? I didn't bring you all the way to my base just so you can turn down my offer and waltz right out. Only the mafia's top members know where this place is, and I can't let you leave now that you've been here, you know..." the boss said sweetly, smiling gently at me.

However, his actions couldn't have been more in contrast to his words when he slowly placed a black object onto the coffee table. I realized, to my utter shock, that it was a gun.

"You're going to marry my son, just as the contract says," the old man said firmly.

"The contract?" I asked in confusion. There's something about this ridiculous arrangement in the contract?

"Exactly. See the terms for yourself," the boss said, gesturing towards the papers of the contract.

"What the..." I muttered to myself as my eyes scanned the terms of the document.

On the very last page, the terms stated that "in the event that the debt cannot be repaid, the debtor agrees to let their daughter, Miss Ivelle Maxford, marry a member of the lender's family, based on the lender's choice, without exception."

What kind of out-of-this-world term is that? How could my parents sign such a thing? Were they so sure that they would be able to pay back the debt no matter what?

~~~To be continued...
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