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**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
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**Demetri's POV** I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached. The image of Snow’s 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 wasn’t enough. I hit it again, harder this time. The cracks deepened, and a few shards loosen
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Two days after the Masquerade Party... **Demetri's POV** "Aren’t 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
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Last Updated : 2025-03-12The Possessive Mafia King (English) Author's Note:
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. I’m not typically drawn to dark, intense themes. I’m more of a light-hearted, comedic writer. This is a departure from everything I’ve written before, and I’m trying to step out of my comfort zone. So, I ask for your understanding and kindness. Please, don’t hold this work to the same expectations you might have from other stories, so you won’t be disappointed. Your feedback and comments would mea
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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. I
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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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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
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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 I’m too weak. The drug has drained all my strength. I can’t fight h
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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 didn’t want to make it obvious that I wasn’t particularly fond of him. After all, he was my fiancé’s brother, and soon, he would officially be my brother-in-law. No matter how uneasy I felt around him, I didn’t want us to spend a lifetime avoiding each other just because of this lingering discomfort I couldn’t 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
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**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 don’t seem happy about it. Why?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity. Marcus let out a small sigh and shook his head. "It’s not that I’m 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 she’s your sister." A deep frown formed on Snow’s face. A troubling thought crossed her mind, making her feel uneasy. "Could it be that he’s interested in Ice?" she asked hesitantly. Her heart pounded at the possibility. "You know what kind of person Demetri is, Marcus. I don’t want him adding my sister to the
