Demetri picked up the newspaper from the glass table and gave it to me. My hands shook a little as I took it and my heart beat faster.The moment my eyes saw the big, bold headline, a cold fear washed over me.What…?Why does it say that I’m the one who cheated?My stomach twisted painfully. This had to be some kind of mistake."I-Is this true?" My voice came out shaky, barely above a whisper.I scanned the article again, hoping and praying that I had misread it.But there it was, in black and white, condemning me. The words twisted reality, painting me as the unfaithful one. The article accused me of betraying Marcus when, in truth, he was the one who had an affair with Feurene."Why… Why does it make it seem like I’m the villain?" My voice rose slightly."Why am I the one being blamed when it was Marcus who cheated? Why does it say I had an affair when I didn’t?"Frustration and disbelief bubbled up inside me. My hands clenched around the newspaper, crumpling the edges.Demetri exha
We sat facing each other at the dining table. The silence felt heavy. The only sounds were the clinking of cutlery on the plates and the faint noise of the city outside. I pushed the lettuce around my plate, barely touching the vegetable salad Demetri had prepared. Demetri had made a vegetable salad, but my stomach felt tight. The tension made it hard to feel hungry.“Eat more,” he said, his voice calm yet firm, as he scooped a generous portion of rice onto my plate.I instinctively reached out, my hand landing on his to stop him.When our skin touched, I felt a strange tension. His eyes moved to my fingers resting on his hand. For a moment, we both stayed still. Then, I realized what I had done. I pulled my hand away quickly and cleared my throat.“I don’t have much of an appetite in the morning,” I muttered, stabbing a piece of lettuce with my fork.“Salad is enough.”Demetri leaned back, observing me with an unreadable expression.“I’ll be buying wedding rings later,” he said as
Demetri’s eyes lingered on my neck, dark and unreadable. Something was unsettling about the way he looked at me like a hunter watching his prey. I should have moved, should have said something, but I felt paralyzed under his gaze.Then he reached out. He stands directly behind me while I remain seated, facing the table where we just finished our meal, the used plates and utensils still scattered in front of me.Then, he made his next move. He lifted the chair I was sitting on and turned it to face him. I instinctively tilted my head up slightly to look at him. He pulled a chair closer and sat directly in front of me.While looking at my eyes, his fingertip traced the curve of my cheek, slow and deliberate, the warmth of his touch seeping into my skin. I tensed, but he didn’t stop. His touch traveled down to my jaw, then lower, brushing against my throat. My pulse quickened beneath his fingertips.I swallowed hard.He shifted closer, his fingers sweeping my hair over one shoulder, expo
As soon as we reached the living room, he grabbed the back of my neck roughly and without hesitation, claimed my lips in a bruising kiss. I struggled against him, trying to break free from his aggressive hold. His lips crushed mine with such force that I felt as if they would tear apart. With all my strength, I pushed him away and slapped him hard across the face. His eyes darkened with something dangerous, sending a chill down my spine. I instinctively took a step back, Fear twisted in my stomach as he stalked toward me with a menacing glare. I dodged him swiftly and sprinted up the stairs. He chased after me. I burst into the room and slammed the door shut, locking it instantly. My hands trembled as I searched for something to barricade the door. "Snow! Open the door!" he roared, shaking the handle violently. My heart pounded against my ribs as I dragged a single sofa chair and wedged it against the door. "Fúck! Snow! Why are you acting so dense?!" he growled from the other sid
My fingers trailed to the back of his neck, gripping him tighter as I pulled him closer. His touch was relentless, his hand slipping between my thighs once more, fingers teasing, exploring. His lips never left mine, so deep, hungry, and demanding. Each kiss melted away my resistance, coaxing me to surrender and crave more. I finally broke away from his kiss as he slipped a finger inside me. “Ah!” A short moan escaped my lips. At first, I felt a sharp twinge of pain, but as he slowly began to move his hand, the discomfort gave way to a burgeoning pleasure. The fear that had been clinging to me began to recede, washed away by the wave of sensation. “Mmm, you like this, don't you? Tell me how good it feels.” He huskily asked me while moving. I just nodded. He inserted another one. “F-Fúck...” I cursed and grabbed his hand, trying to stop him from going in deeper. It's too deep and makes me weak. Even with just two fingers, he filled me. The pleasure was overwhelming. Those big fi
Warning: Dubious Content **Third Person POV** Seven long years since he had torn her apart, left her shattered and bleeding. Seven years of running, of trying to forget, of clawing her way out of the darkness he had drowned her in. And now… now he was beside her. She wanted to scream. To fight. To escape. But she lay there, paralyzed, her mind splintering under the weight of the unbearable truth. He pressed himself against her, his body radiating heat as he aligned himself at her entrance. She felt the thick tip of his cóck teasing her, stretching her just enough to make her shudder. A tremor ran through her, part fear. He was too big, too overwhelming, and she couldn’t shake the thought that he might completely wreck her. As he slowly slid inside, she stiffened, her breath hitching. The sudden stretch made her gasp, her body arching on its own. "S-Stop it," she gasped, her voice shaky. "I-I think it's not gonna fit fully inside…" He let out a deep chuckle as he leaned ov
Warning: Dubious content **Snow's POV** I woke to the enticing aroma of food cooking in the kitchen. My eyes scanned the room, finally landing on my hands. I remembered falling asleep while still tied up, but I was grateful though not surprised that Demetri had released me. I sat up slowly, the sheet draped loosely over my naked body. Rising from the bed, I reached for the white robe hanging in the closet and quickly slipped it on. Feeling sticky and unclean, I decided to take a shower. Upon entering the bathroom, I noticed there was no feminine soap, so without hesitation, I used Demetri's soap and shampoo. After cleansing myself, I stood in front of the mirror and grabbed the lone toothbrush, using it without a second thought. Once I had changed into fresh clothes, I went downstairs. A glance at the digital clock told me it was already two in the afternoon. I had missed lunch. I made my way to the kitchen, where Demetri was cooking, shirtless, with only an apron on. His
Demetri instructed me to prepare the bathtub, and I obeyed, not wanting to make him angry. I turned on the taps, watching the water rise as the sound echoed through the quiet room. But my mind was elsewhere, lost in thoughts I couldn’t escape. Once the tub was full, I added the bath products, then stepped back, took a steadying breath, and headed downstairs to tell him. He was on the couch, focused on his laptop, his expression unreadable. "It's ready," I said softly, keeping my voice low. His eyes lifted, locking onto mine before trailing slowly down my body. I stood there, exposed under his stare, wearing only the short black dress he had told me to wear. No underwear because he had forbidden it. His gaze lingered, moving over my bare legs, pausing at my thighs. A shiver ran through me, though I wasn’t sure if it was fear, nerves, or something else. Without a word, he closed his laptop, set it aside, and stood. "Join me," he said, his voice calm but firm. Then he turned
The next morning, Snow woke up to bright sunlight filling the room. It was so strong that it hurt her eyes, and she could barely open them. Her head ached with a dull pain, and when she sat up, she let out a small groan because the pain was too much. She rubbed her forehead, hoping to make it feel better. Then she noticed a man sitting nearby, reading. He wore glasses and was focused on the paper in his hands, not noticing that she was looking at him. Her jaw dropped when she fully recognized him. Fúck… he was drop-dead gorgeous. He looked incredibly handsome in those glasses. It was the first time she had seen him like that. As he turned to look at her with those intense, charming eyes, she couldn’t help but swallow nervously. Demetri was right there, sitting a bit away in front of her. He’d fúcking arrived. She’d thought he was still in Italy, and for a fleeting moment, she’d believed the steamy, filthy fúck-fest from last night was just a dream but it was real. She’d thought it w
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
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
"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
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
**Third Person POV** Snow heard Demetria call out Marcus’s name. He immediately turned and rushed toward them. Snow gripped Demetria’s arm tightly, her strength slipping away as she fought against the blurring in her vision. Through the haze, she could still make out Marcus’s face, his features etched with deep worry as he took in her condition. “What do we do? Should we take her to the hospital?” Marcus asked, his voice strained with panic. Snow raised her hand to stop him. She motioned no, already knowing exactly what he was thinking. A hospital was always his first response whenever she felt unwell. It was just his nature... so caring, thoughtful, overly protective even. That was part of what made her fall for him. She still remembered back in junior high, burning up with a high fever but forcing herself to show up for an important exam. She could barely focus but didn’t want to miss it. Then, out of nowhere, Marcus, already a senior high student at the time, stormed into her c
I’d been drowning in events these past few days, press conferences, interviews, and non-stop photo ops. It was exhausting. Every single one of them sapped a bit more of my energy like I was performing on autopilot. Thankfully, a short break was just around the corner. Tonight, I had something to look forward to. Hugo, my manager, invited me and Demetria to his birthday celebration at an exclusive night bar. I didn’t even hesitate to say yes. I’d been stuck alone in the penthouse almost every night, slowly being driven mad by the silence and the isolation. I needed this. A night out. A little taste of freedom while Demetri was still out of the country. I already knew he would never allow me to attend a party like this without him around. Oscar and Marshall didn’t put up a fight either. It helped that Demetria had already volunteered to explain everything to her oh-so-controlling brother. I turned my head toward the entrance and frowned slightly as more people poured in. The intima
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
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