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**Snow's POV** It was exactly midnight when I suddenly woke up. The room was quiet and dark, except for Demetri’s steady breathing beside me. I turned my head slowly to look at him, seeing him sleep so peacefully. Gently, I moved and reached under my pillow to get my phone. This was my only chance to find out if the person texting under Marcus’ name was really him. Curiosity had been gnawing at me as I kept receiving messages from his number, but I never replied. Now, with no one watching me, this was the perfect moment to finally know the truth. Under Demetri’s constant watch, I barely had the freedom to breathe, let alone do the things I wanted. It was suffocating, and exhausting living like this. Life with him had become unbearable. I didn’t understand it. Out of all the men in the world, why did I end up with someone like Demetri? He was controlling, obsessed, and always wanted to keep me close. Every rule he gave me felt like it came from fear, fear of losing me, fear of bein
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My eyes were puffy when I finally sat up from the bed. I could still feel the dull sting on my cheek. With a sigh, I stood and headed straight to the bathroom to wash my face, hoping the cold water would calm the heat of both my skin and my emotions. I stared at myself in the mirror, my reflection silent but heavy with frustration. Damn, that devil... Just thinking about what he did makes my chest tighten with anger. No matter how much I try to shake it off, the rage keeps rising back to the surface. I decided to step out of the room. It was oddly quiet. I had a feeling Demetri might’ve gone out again and left me here like he always does. As I made my way downstairs, I heard faint sounds coming from the kitchen. I peeked inside and saw a woman cooking, it was Demetria. She looked focused and at ease. Cooking must really run in their family. She turned to me with a smile when she noticed I was watching her. “Oh, you’re awake,” she said kindly. I instinctively stepped forward to ch
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I could barely open my mouth. I was too stunned. Was that really how much Demetri suffered as a child? My heart ached as I thought of everything he had been through. It made me realize just how cruel Marcus’s mother really was. "Why didn’t you tell your dad about it?" I asked softly, still trying to wrap my head around the weight of what Demetria had just revealed. “She always threatened us,” Demetria replied, her voice steady but edged with something bitter. “She said that if we ever told Dad, she’d poison him. And we were terrified of her. She wasn’t just some ordinary woman... she was an assassin.” An assassin. God… that was terrifying. “No wonder Demetri turned out the way he did,” she added, her tone a mix of understanding and frustration. “He can be cruel sometimes, but he has a heart. You just have to try to understand him… even if he drives you crazy most of the time.” That line stuck with me. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to try and understand him, right? E
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"Have you eaten?" she asked, trying to change the topic. "Not yet," he replied. She stood up to prepare him some dinner. "Demetria taught me how to cook," she offered, closing the fallboard gently. "You didn’t break anything?" he teased, chuckling at her reaction. She rolled her eyes in response. "I want to taste it," he said cheerfully, following her into the dining area. He immediately took a seat at the table while she went to get a plate and utensils for him. When she turned around, she was shocked to see him already tasting one of the dishes under the lid of the food she had cooked. Her eyes darted to the refrigerator, where she had placed the final dish she had actually intended to serve. She still needed to microwave it, but it was clear her husband was already starving. She had cooked two dishes, but neither turned out great. Even Demetria had been too scared to taste her cooking earlier, convinced it might upset her stomach or worse. "Hmmm. I-It tastes good," he sai
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**Snow's POV** I woke up late the next morning, my limbs heavy and aching in the most deliciously sore way. The sunlight was already shining through the curtains, too bright for my eyes, but I barely managed to open them. I reached out instinctively to his side of the bed, only to find cool sheets. No warmth. No trace of the man who absolutely wrecked me last night until 3 am. Damn him. He didn’t even look tired last night, not even close. It’s like he had an infinite reserve of stamina, while I was the one left boneless and wrecked beneath him. I groaned softly, my entire body protesting as I shifted under the covers. He bent me over with ease, flipped me on my side, and had me riding him until I was breathless, his hands gripping me hard, his movements desperate, almost brutal in how much he wanted me. He slammed into me like he hadn’t touched me in years, driven by pure, feral hunger. It was nothing like the night before when he was all slow caresses, whispered praises, and so
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His hands were all over my tits, kneading and groping them like he couldn’t get enough, squeezing the soft flesh until I squirmed. I pulled back from his lips, throwing my head back with a groan as he latched onto one of my nipples with his hot, wet mouth, devouring it like a starved bastard. He sucked on my breast like a thirsty little shit, slurping and tugging at my nipple with his lips and teeth, sending filthy jolts of pleasure ripping through me. My hand twisted into my own hair, yanking at it as the sensation worshipped every damn inch of my body, making me tremble and drip for him. We stayed like that for a while, his filthy mouth switching between my tits, sucking one then the other, leaving them wet and throbbing, while his fingers teased my dripping cúnt, brushing my slit like a cruel fvcking promise. I gasped, a sharp, needy sound, when he shoved one thick finger right up inside my tight pússy, stretching me open. He moved slo
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**Demetri's POV** “You won’t be able to hide Snow here forever, Demetri,” Demetria said seriously as she sank into the sofa across from me. “I just came from the mansion. Her mother’s there clearly worried. She’s been unreachable for days. If I were you, I’d stop keeping her locked in. And while you're at it, tell them the truth… that Snow is now your wife. They don’t even know where she is. If this goes on any longer, they might take it public and announce that she’s missing.” My eyes flicked toward the upstairs. Snow was still asleep in our bedroom. She was exhausted from what happened earlier and she hadn’t even made it to lunch. Her body was likely reclaiming the sleep she’d been robbed of last night. She looked so peaceful in that bed, unaware of the storm brewing outside these walls. “What did her mother say?” I asked though I didn’t really need the details. “Snow’s mother already asked Dad for help and with Marcus involved, he’s getting even more worried. If they don’
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I left the penthouse with one of my men. Bought her the most expensive phone. Chose the exact color she liked, down to the tiniest detail. I added a pair of luxury earrings, not just for her but for her mother and sister too. And I planned to let her hand those gifts to them herself. It would feel like freedom. But every step was still under my control. When I returned. I walked to our bedroom and opened the door slowly. The room was dim and still. She was curled beneath the covers. Peaceful… but there was sadness there too, clinging to her even in sleep. “D-Demetri…” she whispered in her dreams. My brows furrowed. A tear escaped from the corner of her eye. Even asleep, she was haunted. Was I in that dream? I lowered myself beside her and gently kissed her temple. Her eyes fluttered open. “Demetri…” “Yes, wifey,” I said softly. “You’re awake. You haven’t eaten lunch.” She smiled weakly. Stretched her arms, and yawned. I helped her sit up. She noticed the paper bag beside
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