**MATURE CONTENT** Territorial Mafia Series 1: DEMETRI SYLVESTRE Demetri Sylvestre is a powerful and ruthless crime lord. He’s used to getting everything he wants. But everything changed the moment he met Snow Hidalgo, a beautiful and kind-hearted actress who just happened to be engaged to his half-brother, Marcus. Unbeknownst to the two, they shared a much darker connection in the past. A long-buried secret tied to a trauma Snow has never fully escaped. When Demetri discovered that Snow was Marcus’s fiancée, he used his influence and skill in manipulation to destroy their relationship. Amid pain and confusion, Snow ended up marrying Demetri. They became husband and wife, but her heart remained trapped in the past far from him. As the lies, anger, and desire grew deeper, the battle intensified not just for Snow’s love, but for control over her entire life. In a time of loss, rediscovery, and reckoning, Snow was forced to choose not just between two men, but between chaos and the peace her heart longed for. Three years passed. Snow rose again. Her career flourished, and at last, she discovered who she truly loved. And like a prayer finally answered by fate, the man her heart chose returned… but he wasn’t alone. In their reunion, Snow had to face both the past and the present. And in the end, she chose love not as a chain, but as a choice freely and truthfully made.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. --- T-R-I-G-G-E-R W-A-R-N-I-N-G: This book contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult readers. It includes graphic depictions of intimacy, intense emotional situations, and elements of dark romance. Reader discretion is strongly advised. --- WHAT'S TO COME: Step into a world where desire and danger are inseparable. In this story, love is not always sweet, and the lines between passion and pain blur. Prepare yourself for a journey through obsession, temptation, and secrets that will leave you breathless. --- AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi, Dear Reader Before you begin this story, I want to say thank you. Writing this book has been a journey filled with long nights, deep emotions, and a lot of heart. I am truly grateful that you are here and giving this story a chance. I hope this book brings you something meaningful. Whether it is comfort, kilig, escape, or simply a moment to breathe, I wrote this with you in mind. If you enjoy the story, I would deeply appreciate it if you leave a comment, a vote, or a rating. Your support not only inspires me but also helps the story reach more readers like you. Thank you for being part of this journey with me. --- IF YOU REACH THE FINAL PART: I’d love to hear your thoughts! After you’ve reached the final chapter, please take a moment to leave a comment with your feelings, reactions, and any feedback you’d like to share. Your thoughts, no matter how detailed or simple, truly help me grow as a writer and storyteller. Your perspective adds depth to this journey, and I’m grateful for every word you share. Thank you for being a part of this story! --- CHARACTERS PROFILE: Name: Winter Snow Hidalgo Nickname: Snow Age: 24 Physical Features: Tall (170 cm), long warm caramel hair, flawless porcelain-like skin, delicate nose, soft pink lips, and deep dimples when she smiles Eye Color: Hazel-brown Profession/Career: Rookie actress (movie and television drama) -- Name: Demetrius Jr. Sylvestre Nickname: Demetri Age: 31 Physical Features: Towering height (196 cm), broad shoulders, well-defined muscles, intricate tattoos (including a dragon on his back), thick intimidating eyebrows, aristocratic nose Eye Color: Ocean-blue Profession/Career: Mafia leader Personality: Commanding, ruthless, feared yet admired, a known playboy who avoids attachment -- Name: Mac Carlos Sylvestre Nickname: Marcus Age: 28 Physical Features: Tall (194 cm), imposing physique, smooth and fair skin, no tattoos Eye Color: Blue Profession/Career: Freelance director, movie producer, entrepreneur Personality: Intelligent, kind-hearted, respectful, charming, loving, and devoted -- Name: Irene Fe Miason Screen Name/Nickname: Feurene Age: 28 Physical Features: Tall (171 cm), model-like figure, straight lustrous mocha hair, pale complexion Eye Color: Hazel-green Profession/Career: Celebrity, actress Background: A nepo-baby from a well-known entertainment family Personality/Relationships: Childhood friend of Marcus, sharing a deep bond built over years of memories**Snow** "Are you okay?" Fourth asked me for the fifth time while we sat on the beach. We were both barefoot, seated on the soft sand as the waves gently played along the shore in front of us. We still had a few more scenes to shoot here, so the entire production team was around. After filming an intense take, we were given a 15-minute break to breathe. “No,” I replied, eyes fixed on the horizon, watching the sunset. I heard Fourth let out another deep sigh. He’d done that several times since we sat down. Even without words, I could feel the weight of his concern. I didn’t need to say anything for him to know I wasn’t okay. He could see it in my every move. He knew something was bothering me, but he wanted me to open up on my own. Demetri didn’t come with me to Palawan. He chose not to. Instead, he sent Tiara and a few of his men to watch over me. He changed his mind just minutes before we were set to leave for the penthouse, where the two helicopters were waiting. As soon as w
**Third Person** "Kuya Marcus, are we going to be here much longer?" Ice asked, glancing over at Marcus. They were already inside the yacht at Nguyen South Port, quietly waiting for the arrival of his men who had kidnapped Snow. "Just a little longer," Marcus replied, still holding his phone. He had just gotten off the call with his men. They said they were already near the port. He turned toward the pier when he noticed a group of men approaching. They were Ryndell’s men, temporarily lent to him to help abduct Snow. Without a word, he pointed them out to Ice and Amara. "There they are," he said, looking back at the two. The worry in Ice and Amara’s eyes seemed to ease, even if just slightly. They agreed to escape after Marcus convinced the both of them. They had discovered the truth, especially about who Demetri really was and it left them deeply worried for Snow. They knew what they were doing was dangerous, especially since they were trying to run away from someone so deadly.
**Snow** “Okay, break time!” the director announced to all the staff, stuntmen, crew, and talents involved in our film shoot. This is our last day of taping in Baguio. Tomorrow, we’ll be flying to Palawan to continue shooting. We’ve been working non-stop these past few days. Some scenes ran past midnight, so it’s been really tiring and exhausting. “You look beat today, Fourth,” I teased my leading man. “Hangover, lack of sleep, and exhaustion,” he replied, clearly dead tired. But even though he was out of it, he still managed to deliver every scene. The only problem was, the director scolded him several times for taking too long on some takes. I remembered Demetria had sent a food truck. That woman never fails to support both me and Fourth. So I decided to order some milk tea. “What do you want?” I asked him. “Iced coffee,” he said. When I came back, I handed him his iced coffee while sipping on my milk tea. “I’ve noticed you’ve been really into iced coffee lately. Didn’t you
**Third Person** "He's even proud of the fact that he just stole Snow from me," Marcus muttered bitterly to himself as he stared at the stage where Demetri stood alongside the woman he had loved for so long. Feurene glanced at the man beside her and immediately noticed the burning rage in Marcus’s eyes. His hatred for his own brother was really strong—it was obvious. He still couldn’t accept what had happened. Feurene couldn’t help but feel hurt. How could she not? Even now, Marcus is still in love with Snow. She let out a silent sigh, trying hard to hold back her tears as the harsh truth kept cutting down the last shred of hope in her heart. If Marcus couldn’t move on from Snow… she, too, couldn’t move on from him. It was still Marcus she loved. But just like before, there was nothing she could do except step aside. If this was the only way Marcus could be happy, then she was willing to endure the pain. She wasn’t like Demetri, who could kill and destroy lives just to get what he
**Snow** I was already dressed for my husband’s birthday party. Demetri’s celebration wasn’t exactly extravagant. In fact, he hadn’t planned on throwing a party at all here at the mansion, but he eventually gave in to his father’s request. Being the private man that he is, Demetri set a few conditions, especially regarding the guests. The list was kept small and exclusive, and he specifically requested that no media be allowed in, saying it was because of me. Don Demetrius had asked both of us—Demetri and me—to make our marriage public, but my husband refused. He said it still wasn’t the right time to let the world know about us. And I agreed with him. We’ve only been married for four months, and everything still feels fresh. That kind of news would stir up too much controversy, especially since Marcus and I have only been apart for the same amount of time. I was staring at my reflection in the mirror when Demetri entered the room. I was still seated in front of the vanity, quiet
**Snow** A knock on the door woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes, still feeling the heaviness in them. They were probably swollen from all the crying I did last night. I turned to my right, to the side of the bed where my husband usually sleeps. But just as I expected, he was already up before me—again. I let out a sigh and forced myself to get out of bed, even though I wanted nothing more than to stay under the covers. The exhaustion and sleepiness still weighed heavily on my body, but because of the persistent knocking and the growing hunger in my stomach, I had no choice but to get up. I slipped off the bed, my hand instinctively resting over my belly. When I opened the door, I was greeted by Antonia holding a tray of food. “Good morning, señorita. Please have your breakfast,” she greeted with a soft smile. I didn’t say a word. I just nodded and gestured for her to bring it inside and place it on the table. My hand trembled slightly as I adjusted the hem of my robe. While she
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