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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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**Snow's POV** Demetria and I stepped into the elevator together, accompanied by our manager, Hugo. A few more staff members joined us along the way. When we reached the hotel lobby, two professional photographers were already waiting, their cameras ready. Outside, Marshall and Oscar stood by a sleek white van, looking sharp and unreadable as ever. “Damn, Deme’s going all-out today! Don’t tell me you’re feeling suffocated by all these bodyguards ’cause honestly, girl, I wouldn’t mind being smothered by them myself,” Sy, our ever-chatty and flamboyant makeup artist, teased with his usual playful sass. Despite his personality, Sy was one of the best in his field. Demetria turned to him, flashing an awkward smile. The staff thought Oscar and Marshall were her new bodyguards. Just then, another van pulled up. Two of Demetria’s actual bodyguards stepped out and opened the door for her. That’s when the others started to wonder. “Wait a sec, whose bodyguards are these?” Sy asked, lookin
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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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**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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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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Demetri left just yesterday, and here I am now, deciding to visit my sister and mother. I only managed to visit them once last week because my schedule has been ridiculously hectic. The moment I suddenly showed up at Ice’s condo unit that day, Mama gave me a light smack on the arm, nothing harsh, but enough to say she was displeased. She asked why I hadn’t shown my face in two whole weeks. I didn’t bother keeping anything from her. Her jaw practically dropped when I admitted that I was already married to Demetri. She said I was nothing but a walking scandal, especially now that everyone knew my relationship with Marcus fell apart because of another man. And now? They’d find out I married Marcus’s own brother? She said the media would eat me alive. What kind of woman does that make me look like? My two bodyguards entered the elevator with me. They’d been tailing me for nearly two months now, and still, I couldn’t get used to, having someone shadow me wherever I went. I messaged Wren
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I glanced at Ice, and for a second, I wasn’t even sure she was still breathing. Her expression was frozen in utter disbelief. “So… what I’ve been doing to my Matte Matthew… that’s just pushing him further away?” she asked, her voice cracking ever so slightly as if she was begging someone to tell her it wasn’t true. Seriously? 'My Matte Matthew?' I could only blink in disbelief. Did she just claim Matte Matthew like he was hers? As if they had something real between them? They didn’t even get past the friendship phase. Our mother didn’t even hesitate. She simply nodded, calm and direct, like she’d just confirmed the weather. “No! That’s not true! He’s going to love me soon!” Ice insisted, shaking her head stubbornly like the very idea of rejection physically pained her. I was about to roll my eyes when Mom spoke again. “Do you even know what diagnosis a doctor would give you if you got yourself checked, Ice?” Ice blinked, confused. “Delusional disorder. And you’d be prescribed
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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
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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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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
