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**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 hadn’t wanted to go, but saying no to him always felt impossible. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t enjoy myself. The atmosphere was loud and overwhelming, filled with unfamiliar faces. But anyway, Marcus never left my side, making sure I didn’t feel out of place among his friends and acquaintances at the bar. He told me he wouldn’t 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
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I didn’t answer Marcus’s question. Slowly, I lowered my phone, my gaze hardening as it settled on Feurene. And that’s when I noticed her earrings. A pair of delicate ruby studs, their tiny red and white stones glimmering under the dim light. Something about them felt… familiar. A creeping sense of unease coiled in my chest as I stared at them, my mind racing, trying to recall where I had seen them before. The intricate gem setting, the way the stones caught the light and every detail was too familiar. Then, it hit me. I had seen those earrings before. Not just anywhere. But on the very woman, Marcus was kissing in the photo I received this morning. "I just miss my fiancé," I murmured, my voice calm but laced with an unmistakable chill. Feurene laughed, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. "Weren't you just together last night? You might get tired of each other if you're always together." I forced a chuckle. Before I could say anything, Manang Lucelle stepped in, her
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**Third Person POV** She ran after Demetri when he started walking away. Her mind was spinning, her chest tightening with unease. Where had Marcus gone? His long strides had put too much distance between them, and she struggled to keep up. As they turned a corner, Demetri suddenly stopped in his tracks. She peeked past him, trying to see what had caught his attention. Then, she saw him. Marcus. Standing inside the elevator with another man, just as the doors were closing. Panic surged through her. Without thinking, she pushed past Demetri and slammed her finger on the open button. But it was too late. The elevator had already begun its ascent. Her heart pounded as she watched the floor indicator. 20th floor. She pressed the button again, waiting—desperate. But the moment the doors slid open, just as she was about to press the close button, Demetri stopped her. His hand darted forward, pressing the ground-floor button instead. She snapped her head toward him, disbelief flood
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**Demetri's POV** As Snow’s lips pressed against mine, I instinctively closed my eyes, letting the taste of alcohol linger between us. She was drunk, there was no denying that. But when I kissed her back, she didn’t resist. If anything, she leaned in, her fingers tightening around the lapel of my coat as if holding on for dear life. I cupped her cheek, deepening the kiss, my tongue sliding into her mouth but she didn’t know how to kiss. Is this for real?! Or maybe, she's just drunk and alcohol makes her sanity forget how to execute a French kiss. But if it's real, it amazes me. Snow and Marcus had been together for five years, there was no way they hadn’t made out before. And yet, her movements were unpracticed, uncertain. As if she had never kissed anyone like this before. I pulled back slightly, staring at her pretty face. Her hazel brown eyes were half-lidded, and her usually flawless cheeks flushed a deep red. She looked dazed, lost. And yet, even in this state, she was gorg
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**Snow's POV** A gentle piano melody woke me up. My eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the bright light filling the room. My head hurt a little, and my body felt strangely heavy. I sat up, feeling confused. This wasn’t my room. The bed was much softer than mine, and the silky sheets felt cool against my skin. The air smelled like expensive cologne and fresh flowers. I looked around, my breath catching as I saw my surroundings. This place… it was nothing like my bedroom. Large windows with sheer white curtains let golden sunlight pour in. The high ceiling had beautiful designs, and a crystal chandelier sparkled in the center. Soft carpets, delicate paintings, and gold decorations filled the room. Everything looked rich, elegant, and expensive. I froze. This wasn’t just a fancy hotel room. This was a penthouse. Fear rushed through me. I pushed the blankets away and sat up, my bare feet touching the soft rug. My heart beat fast. How did I get here? Why was I in this place? And then.
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Snow impulsively grabbed his bulging cóck, eliciting a low groan from him. Her lips parted as he yanked down his underwear himself, his massive díck springing free. She gripped it, marveling at its thick girth. Fúck, it was huge, mind-blowingly so. This guy’s côck matched her husband’s girth and length perfectly. He stepped closer, his hand tilting her jaw. “Open your mouth wide and suck my díck, honey…” he commanded. She’d tried it with Demetri before, but she knew he thought she sucked at blówjobs. She wasn’t good at it, but fúck it, she wanted to try again. She grabbed his hardened cóck again, licking the tip with slow, teasing flicks. He groaned softly, his hips twitching at her touch. He fúcking loved it. Of course, Demetri loved it. Snow’s warm mouth was heaven, even if she wasn’t a pro at sucking díck. The heat of her lips, stroking and licking his tip with her soft warm tongue, sent him soaring to ecstasy. Snow picked up the pace, struggling with his sheer size, her ey
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Demetri turned sharply toward his wife. She was still lying in bed, barely moving. The effects of the drug were clearly not yet wearing off. If anything, her body heat seemed to be rising even more. She was visibly uncomfortable. And unless someone did something about it, that drug’s effect wouldn’t fade on its own. “I... n-need water...” Snow whimpered weakly. With an irritated sigh, Demetri released Marcus and stood up. Just as he stepped toward the bed to check on her, Marcus suddenly kicked him hard behind the knees. Demetri dropped to the floor in pain, clutching his leg where the impact landed. Marcus didn’t stop there. He delivered several sharp kicks to Demetri’s torso. But Demetri caught the last one, twisted Marcus’s leg, and tugged him down. Marcus crashed to the floor. Now both of them were on the ground, bruised and breathless but neither willing to surrender. “P-Please... I need s-some water...” Snow pleaded again from the bed. “What the hell happened to her?!” Deme
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"Welcome back to the Philippines, sir," Tiara greeted him just like always. One of his staff is always present. Every time Demetri returned home, Tiara was the one waiting. But despite the years they'd worked together, he had never once seen her smile. Never heard her laugh."How's Italy, sir?" she asked in her usual serious tone."Boring..." Demetri muttered as he walked toward the car waiting to take him to the penthouse. He was supposed to stay in Italy for two weeks, but he’d cut the trip short. He wasn’t the same Demetri who once indulged in the charm of Italian women. The one who used to fly there just to play with fire. Now, only one woman occupied his thoughts—his wife, Snow, whom he missed more than he could admit.The longing had become unbearable, so he came home.But it wasn’t just longing that brought him back, it was the frustration too. Snow had barely been answering his calls or replying to his messages. So he decided to surprise her."Let’s stop by a flower shop. I w
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Marcus pulled away. He ended the kiss even though it was obvious he didn’t want to. His hands lingered, his breath shaky, and his eyes? Full of frustration, longing, and a quiet disappointment. But he still gently pushed her back, like it physically hurt him to let go. He opened the car door, holding himself together, even if the storm inside him was obvious. Outside, Snow bodyguards, Oscar and Marshall waited, pretending they hadn’t just watched everything. “Let’s go,” Marcus said softly. She glared at him. “You need some rest,” he added, reaching out for her wrist. She jerked her arm away before he could touch her, her frustration rising like a tide. Rest? Was he serious? The only thing she wanted right now… was him. Still, he helped her out of the car. Attentive, annoyingly so. When she tripped slightly, he caught her fast and steady. Her arms wrapped around his neck before she even realized it. And she didn’t let go. In fact... she held on tighter. Maybe that was her mist
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I sat there, blankly staring at my reflection in the vanity mirror, completely out of it. My phone buzzed again, Demetri was calling, for the third time this morning. I didn’t answer. Instead, I picked up my brush and began combing my hair. I had a press conference to attend later with the other Sandstorm talents, and just the thought of the questions the media might throw at me was already enough to rattle my nerves. I closed my eyes for a moment. Once again, my mind drifted back to that simple dream Marcus and I used to share... having a happy, big family. Seven kids. Crazy, right? On our fifth anniversary as a couple, he took me to this wide, open field full of sunflowers. We had a picnic there, and that’s where the talk about having a family began. Between the two of us, Marcus had always been the more excited one about having children. I could still feel the warmth of his smile as he spoke about our future, lying beside me under a bright, cloudless sky. It hurts—God, it still
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When we finally arrived at the Sylvestre mansion, I immediately called Manang Lucelle and asked her to meet us outside the gate. She came out quickly, and the moment she saw my two bodyguards helping Marcus stand, she opened the gate for us. “You didn’t have to go out of your way to bring him here,” she said, her voice soft but with a hint of disapproval. “You could’ve just called and had Don Demetrius’s driver pick him up.” “It’s too far,” I answered, meeting her eyes. “I didn’t want to risk any delay.” She gave me a small, knowing smile, then nodded politely. “Aren’t you coming in?” she asked me. I shook my head in response, a small, silent gesture. “I’ll just wait here,” I said quietly. She didn’t say anything after that. She simply turned around and walked away, leaving me there alone. I stayed in the backseat, my hands resting quietly on my lap while I waited for Oscar and Marshall to come back. The mansion stood silently in front of us. Just as my eyes drifted toward t
