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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. **** My Dear Readers, This is my first attempt at writing a mafia romance with elements of dark romance, and I’ll be honest, it’s a step outside my comfort zone. I’ve always been drawn to lighthearted, comedic stories, but this time, I wanted to challenge myself. To explore a world of power, danger, and passion. That being said, this story is different from anything I’ve written before. It’s intense. It’s raw. It’s not always pretty. So, I ask for your patience and understanding. Please don’t hold this to the same expectations as my previous works, this is an experiment, a journey into something new. Your feedback, thoughts, and support mean everything to me. They will push me forward, inspire me, and help me grow as a writer. So, buckle up. This won’t be a fairytale. But if you’re willing to take this journey with me, I promise you a story filled with love, pain, power, and redemption. Thank you for reading. ~~~ **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 ~~~ Note: Some words that you may encounter that are still written in Tagalog in the story... *Manang – An older sister or a respectful way to address an older woman. *Mang – A respectful title for an older man, similar to "Sir" or "Mister." *Ninong – Godfather (a sponsor in a baptism or wedding). *Tita – Aunt or a respectable way to call your gf/bf's mother. *Kuya – A respectful term for an older brother or an older male figure. *Ate – A respectful term for an older sister or an older female figure.
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**Snow's POV** I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement as I approached Sylvestre’s mansion to meet my handsome fiancé, Marcus. It had been almost a week since we last saw each other, and I was more than ready to be wrapped up in his arms again. The past few days had been a whirlwind, with endless hours spent on the set of a movie that was scheduled to release in a couple of months. Today was the final taping day, and I could finally exhale. I’d been so caught up in the chaos that I hadn’t had time to rest, but now, I could finally take a breath even if it was just for a few short days. Though I was still new to the world of showbiz, I didn’t regret stepping away from my budding career for a relationship. Acting was never the dream I had in mind; my heart had always belonged to writing. I longed to be a professional novelist, someone whose stories could be adapted for television. That was my true passion. But, fate had a funny way of steering me in different directions.
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**Third Person POV** As the limousine cruised down the rain-slicked highway, the driver, Sed, glanced at the rearview mirror and cleared his throat before speaking. "Miss Snow, that is sir Demetri. He’s Sir Marcus’ older brother," he introduced, glancing at the man seated beside her. Snow turned her head in surprise, her hazel brown eyes meeting the strikingly handsome yet intimidating gaze of the man next to her. Demetri Sylvestre barely acknowledged her presence, offering only the briefest glance before shifting his attention back to the window. Feeling slightly uneasy under his gaze, Snow forced a polite smile. "Nice meeting you," she said hesitantly. Extending her hand, she added, "I’m Snow Hidalgo, Marcus’ fiancée." Demetri’s sharp, unreadable eyes flickered down to her outstretched hand before they traveled lower, lingering a moment too long on her chest. The thin, white blouse she was wearing had gotten damp from the rain earlier, causing the fabric to cling to h
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**Morning** A ringtone shattered my sleep. I groaned, reaching blindly for my phone on the nightstand. My fingers found it, and with a sluggish swipe, I answered the call. "What?" My voice was rough, still heavy with sleep. [ Boss, sorry for disturbing you. Is the deal still on for tonight?] Pluto’s voice came through, steady and businesslike. I let out a slow exhale, rubbing a hand down my face as I tried to shake off the haze of sleep. "Of course, it’s still on. Mr. Torres is waiting for his supply—écstasy, côke, whatever his spoiled clients are begging for. You know how impatient he gets." [ Understood. I’ll take care of it.] With a faint click, the call ended, leaving me in the dim glow of my bedroom. I sat up, rolling my shoulders before running a hand through my hair. My body still ached from exhaustion, but sleep was long gone now. With a quiet sigh, I pushed myself to my feet and stretched, then made my way toward the window. I pulled the curtain aside. Ou
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The moment they left, I let out a sharp breath, and then my fist slammed into the wall, the impact rattling through my bones. Pain shot up my knuckles, but I barely noticed. It didn’t matter. Nothing I did would ever be enough for him. And yet… I still loved him because his my father. Even if he never chose me. Even if I spent my whole life in Marcus’s shadow. Even if I would never hear the words I had always longed for. I still wanted his approval. I looked down at my knuckles, blood streaks running down my fingers. Then, movement caught my eye. Snow. She had just entered the room, pausing briefly when her gaze landed on my bleeding fist. Her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something, but instead, she merely turned away and walked toward the couch where she had left her purse. I watched her, my heartbeat steadying as I forced myself to breathe. By the time I returned from the kitchen after washing my wound, something on the coffee table caught my ey
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He moved closer, leaning in to kiss me on the lips. I let him for a moment, then pulled away just enough. “I need some good sleep,” I told my husband with a small smile. He grinned, the kind of grin that hinted he was already plotting something. “Of course… I’ll help you fall asleep quickly, honey,” he whispered, biting his lip for a brief second before kissing my parted lips again. I grabbed the back of his neck. His hands were all over me, feeling me like he hadn’t eaten in days, roughly moving across the soft skin of my neck, claiming every damn inch they touched. His lips dragged lower, scorching a trail that set my nerves on fire. I collapsed onto the bed, my body already begging, and grabbed at his hair, pulling hard as his mouth found the pulsing heat between my thighs. Even through the flimsy fabric still shielding my cúnt, I could feel the blistering wet heat of his breath and tongue, tormenting me, making me drip with want. He ripped off my lacy underwear like it was n
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**Snow's POV** Demetri’s deadly stare suddenly flashed through my mind, the way he hurt me, the way he slapped me without even a second thought. I didn’t want that monster inside him to resurface again, so with all the strength I could muster, I shoved Marcus away from me. We both stood up, stunned by the tension between us. Then my hand moved on its own, and I slapped him hard. For a moment, shock flashed in his eyes… but then he understood. He calmed himself. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” he murmured, regret lacing his voice. “You’re damn right. Don’t you ever come near me again,” I snapped and stormed past him. Once I was finally out of the building, my eyes caught sight of a woman leaning arrogantly against Marcus’ car. Arms crossed, eyes trained on me like she’d been waiting. I headed toward the van I rode in earlier, not intending to engage but of course, Feurene couldn’t help herself. "I really didn’t know some women could fake being all sweet and innocent, onl
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Marcus was still standing there, stunned and frozen in place, even after I walked away and headed back to where Wrent was.Demetria approached without missing a beat, walking straight over to where we were and yanking the lip tint right out of Wrent’s hand.“Bored? Go surfing or something,” she said flatly, not even sparing him a second glance.Of all the things Wrent could’ve touched, it had to be her lip tint. He was even about to go through her entire makeup kit when she smacked his hand away with zero hesitation.“What the hell, Wrent! If you’ve got nothing better to do, stop being a nuisance!” she snapped, clearly reaching the edge of her patience.“Seriously—just go away!” she added, waving him off like an annoying mosquito.Then she turned to Marcus, who was still rooted to the spot, staring at her like he’d just seen a ghost.“And you—what exactly are you doing here?” she asked sharply, her tone cutting through the awkward silence he left in his wake.“He dropped Feurene off.
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When Demetri and Snow finally stepped out of the mansion, the tension in the air between Marcus and Feurene grew even hotter, like a fire that had just been poured with gasoline.“This is all your fault, Feurene!” Marcus roared, his eyes full of wild anger. Every word he said was filled with hate as he blamed her for all the mess in his life.Feurene’s breath hitched, her voice trembling as she whispered in disbelief, “This... this isn’t what we planned.” This wasn’t what Demetri had promised her. He had never said anything about marrying Snow. Now, she was trapped in a whirlwind of betrayal and confusion.‘Fúck, that bastard! He used me! Like a damn snake, he lied!’ Feurene’s body gave way under the weight of the truth, and she crumpled onto the couch, knees shaking, her spirit unraveling.Marcus rushed toward her, his anger driving him like he had lost control. He couldn’t stand her anymore. He grabbed her wrist tightly, pulled her up roughly, and started dragging her toward the ma
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A small, knowing smile played on Demetri’s lips as he quietly followed his wife. Snow’s gaze shifted forward, catching sight of Feurene standing in the distance, which made her abruptly stop in her tracks. Feurene, too, noticed her and threw a fleeting glance toward her husband.With deliberate steps, Feurene began to approach. Her smile was thin, insincere like it was concealing something much deeper."What are you doing here?" Feurene asked Snow, crossing her arms over her chest.“So, Demetri... returning her to Marcus now that you’ve had your fun?” she sneered, turning to him with a smirk that dripped with mockery. Then she cast Snow a slow, deliberate glance, scanning her from head to toe, barely masking the contempt in her eyes.Just then, Marcus entered the living room and froze. The air was thick as if a storm had been caught mid-clash. His eyes landed on the three of them, standing in a triangle of tension and unspoken rage.Feurene didn’t miss a beat.“I didn’t think you’d be
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Snow gently cleaned the wounds on Demetri’s face, her hands steady but her heart full of questions. He sat slouched against the sofa, his gaze distant and lost in thought. “What really happened?” she asked softly, curiosity lacing her voice. “Don’t ask,” He answered shortly, his voice cold and sharp. “How long are you going to keep coming home like this, Demetri?” she spoke softly, her eyes looking carefully at his hurt and bruised body. “Look at yourself. Your body is covered in so many scars, they probably don’t even know where to stay on your skin anymore.” She let out a sigh. “I won’t always be here to take care of you.” “I can take care of myself,” Demetri said firmly, his tone carrying weight. “These wounds… they’re not even that painful,” he added casually. Snow rolled her eyes and, without warning, reached toward the wound on his side. “Not that one!” he flinched and leaned back quickly, dodging her touch. “I meant the ones on my face.” She couldn’t help but let o
