Territorial Mafia Series 1: DEMETRI SYLVESTRE đđ đđđđđ. đđ đđđđđđđđ. đđ đđđđđđđđ. Demetri Sylvestre is more than just a manâheâs a ruthless force. At 31, he rules the criminal underworld with power, wealth, and a deadly charm that no one dares to resist. No commitments. No complications. Just pure, unbridled pleasure. Until Snow Hidalgo crashes into his world. At 24, sheâs the dazzling big-screen starlet that has the world at her feet. Stunning. Untouchable. Kindhearted. But she's already engaged to someone else. Not just anyone but his own half-brother, Marcus. The golden boy. The perfect one. The man who has everything handed to himâincluding Snow. But Demetri doesnât share. If he canât have her the right way, heâll take her the wrong way. A drunken wedding. A shattered romance. A web of lies that turns him into the villain of her story. At first, it was just lust. He wanted to own her, to bend her to his will. But the deeper he sinks into obsession, the more he realizesâhe canât breathe without her. He canât exist without her. And even if she hates him, even if she pushes him away, he will stay. Possessively. Obsessively. Because love isnât always sweet. Sometimes, itâs a relentless storm. A dark, dangerous obsession. And Demetri Sylvestre will never let her go.
View More**Snow's POV** I woke up to an unsettling silence. No good night text from Marcus. Last night, he dropped me off at home around 10 PM. I had been wanting to leave the birthday party of one of his friends. It had only been two days since the masquerade party, yet Marcus had already convinced me to attend another event. I hadnât wanted to go, but saying no to him always felt impossible. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldnât enjoy myself. The atmosphere was loud and overwhelming, filled with unfamiliar faces. But anyway, Marcus never left my side, making sure I didnât feel out of place among his friends and acquaintances at the bar. He told me he wouldnât be going back to the party after dropping me off because he had an important meeting with someone. Once he made sure I got home safely, he left, heading to meet one of his business clients. He had insisted on driving me himself, even when I told him his driver could take me instead. But Marcus was stubborn like that. He alway
Two days after the Masquerade Party... **Demetri's POV** "Arenât we going to do anything else?" the woman beside me asked, her voice sweet and teasing. The room was dim, the scent of perfume and cigarette smoke clinging to the air like an unshakable haze. The warmth of bare skin pressed against mine, but I barely felt it. With a slow inhale, I smoke my cigarette, letting the smoke curl past my lips. A second woman shifted closer, her fingers trailing lazily across my abdomen, tracing the lines of muscle with deliberate slowness. "You have a great tattoo," she murmured, her voice dripping with admiration as she let her nails skim over the ink sprawling across my stomach. I followed her gaze, my own eyes locking onto the dark designs covering my skin. What she saw was art and what I saw were shields. Thick black ink covered the scars of a past I wished to forget. I could still feel the faint sting of old wounds, the memories of my stepmother's cruelty marked on my skin. I pulled
**Demetri's POV** I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached. The image of Snowâs hand striking my cheek replayed in my mind like a cruel joke. The sting had long faded, but the humiliation still burned, searing deeper than any physical pain ever could. No woman had ever dared reject me before. Every woman I wanted, I got. They all came to me willingly, some begged for my attention, and others were willing to give up everything just to have a piece of me. And yet, she⊠she dared to push me away. To slap me. To look at me as if I was nothing. Rage coiled in my chest, tightening like a vice. My fingers curled into a fist, my nails digging into my palm. Who the hell does she think she is? With a sharp exhale, I drove my fist into the mirror. The impact sent fractures splintering across the glass, distorting my reflection into a maze of broken pieces. But it wasnât enough. I hit it again, harder this time. The cracks deepened, and a few shards loosen
**Snow's POV** I excused myself from my boyfriend, telling him I needed to go to the restroom to fix my makeup. He nodded without hesitation, his warm smile reassuring me. As I walked away, I could still feel the comfort of his presence, easing the tightness in my chest. The nerves that had been creeping up on me all night slowly started to fade Marcus had that effect on me. He made everything feel lighter and easier. I let out a quiet breath as I pushed open the restroom door, already feeling more composed. Standing in front of the mirror, I studied my reflection. My hazel brown eyes, still holding a trace of nervousness, met my gaze. My lips, slightly parted, trembled faintly. I shook my head and straightened my posture, pushing away the lingering unease. A small, genuine smile tugged at my lips before I reached into my purse and pulled out my lipstick, ready to apply it. But just as I lifted it to my lips, I froze. A presence. A shift in the situation. My breath caught in my thr
MASQUERADE PARTY **Third Person POV** After being meticulously styled by two staff of Feurene's elite glam team, she was finally ready to make her way to the Grand Hall of a luxurious hotel. Snow wore a stunning black evening gown, adorned with intricate champagne-colored beadwork that shimmered under the light. Her face was partially hidden behind a delicate Venetian lace metal mask, its dark hue accentuating the mysterious allure of the event. Though her heart pounded with nerves, she took a deep breath, willing herself to stay composed. Tonight, she could not afford any missteps not with the influential guests in attendance, and certainly not with the prestigious Sylvestre family hosting this grand event. As soon as she stepped out of the building, she was greeted by an elderly chauffeur, Mang Sed, who had been patiently waiting for her. "Miss Snow, Sir Marcus sent me to escort you to the Sapphirean Grand Hotel," he informed her politely. She hesitated for a brief moment, gla
My legs feel like lead, each step heavier than the last as I stumble down the dimly lit hallway. My vision is blurry, the drug they injected into me earlier clouding my mind. Every step feels like a struggle, and I have to press my hand against the cold, cracked wall to keep from collapsing. I have to escape. I have to save Ice, my little sister! My breath is coming in short, ragged gasps now, my chest tight with the weight of the panic building inside me. My feet drag across the floor as I force myself to move forward. The room where they keep the kidnapped children, the ones being groomed for horrible things... it's just ahead. But then, out of nowhere, a rough hand grabs me from behind. A scream rises in my throat, but before I can let it out, a large, calloused hand clamps down over my mouth, smothering the sound. Panic bursts inside me, the terror flooding my veins. I thrash in his grip, trying to fight, but Iâm too weak. The drug has drained all my strength. I canât fight h
Oh, it was him again. Lately, Demetri had been testing my patience, slowly getting on my nerves. I tried my best not to show it. I didnât want to make it obvious that I wasnât particularly fond of him. After all, he was my fiancĂ©âs brother, and soon, he would officially be my brother-in-law. No matter how uneasy I felt around him, I didnât want us to spend a lifetime avoiding each other just because of this lingering discomfort I couldnât seem to shake off. Mang Sed, the driver, stepped out first and opened the backseat door. My younger sister, Ice, went out. I immediately hurried to the gate to let her in. "Thanks," Ice murmured, offering the driver a small smile before walking toward me. Then, the tinted window of the backseat rolled down, revealing Demetri. His face was unreadable, his dark eyes watching me with a calm intensity. Then, slowly, he smirked. Something about his gaze troubled me, making my stomach mess uncomfortably. I quickly looked away. I turned to Mang Sed i
**Snowâs POV** Marcus visited our home again, just as he always does. As usual, he brought me flowers something he never fails to do every time he drops by. Meanwhile, I was being extra affectionate with my fiancĂ© as we watched TV in the living room, simply clinging to his arm with my head resting against his shoulder. He had been busy with work and managing his business, even though our wedding was fast approaching. But I didnât mind at all. He was a hardworking man, and I admired that about him. Aside from his business, he was also set to produce a movie project this year. "By the way, I have something for you," Marcus suddenly said, causing me to slightly pull away from my fiancĂ©. âWhatâs this for?â I asked Marcus, my gaze dropping to the elegant invitation card he handed me. "It's from Dad," he answered simply. "A Masquerade Ball is happening in a few days, and he wants you there." I blinked in surprise. I had no idea that his father had planned a masquerade ball. I thought
**Third Person POV** Marcus furrowed his brows, feeling uneasy as he processed the news. He glanced at his girlfriend, Snow, before asking... "My brother helped Ice get into Sazte Modeling Management?" His voice held a mix of curiosity and concern. After speaking, she gave a slow nod, as if trying to confirm the information herself. Snow noticed his reaction and tilted her head slightly. "You donât seem happy about it. Why?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity. Marcus let out a small sigh and shook his head. "Itâs not that Iâm unhappy," he explained, though there was a hint of doubt in his tone. "I just find it strange that he recommended Ice after he found out sheâs your sister." A deep frown formed on Snowâs face. A troubling thought crossed her mind, making her feel uneasy. "Could it be that heâs interested in Ice?" she asked hesitantly. Her heart pounded at the possibility. "You know what kind of person Demetri is, Marcus. I donât want him adding my sister to the
Warning: 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 that may be disturbing or triggering to some individuals. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to themes such as abuse, manipulation, violence, or other potentially distressing content. Reader discretion is strongly advised. **Kindly read this and don't skip** Dear Readers, This is my first attempt at writing a dark romance, and to be honest, it's outside of my usual realm. Iâm not typically drawn to dark, intense themes. Iâm more of a light-hearted, comedic writer. This is a departure from everything Iâve written before, and Iâm trying to step out of my comfort zone. So, I ask for your understanding and kindness. Please, donât hold this work to the same expectations you might have from other stories, so you wonât be disappointed. Your feedback and comments would mea...
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