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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
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"Why? Are you in pain? Where exactly?" Demetri asked his wife with concern as he gently helped her sit up. Snow, however, hesitated to answer. Her gaze lowered, and she nervously played with the sheets, clearly embarrassed to admit which part of her body was aching. It wasn’t like she could blame anyone else, her soreness was the result of last night, and she knew it. A faint chuckle escaped Demetri’s lips when he noticed her discomfort. It didn’t take much to figure out what she was too shy to say out loud. "I think you might need a wheelchair," he said with a teasing grin, raising a brow. Snow immediately flushed, her face turning red as she bit her lower lip in frustration and embarrassment. "Don’t bite your lips, darling. I might not be able to resist and end up making your little girl hurt even more," Demetri said in a playful murmur, eyes glinting with mischief. "Shut up. Can you just help me get out of bed instead? I’m starving," Snow muttered, swatting lightly at his arm
Last Updated : 2025-04-26The 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. **** My Dear Readers, This is my first attempt at writing a mafia romance with elements of dark romance, and I’ll be honest, it’s a step outside my comfort zone. I’ve always been drawn to lighthearted, comedic stories, but this time, I wanted to challenge myself. To explore a world of power, danger, and passion. That being said, this story is different from anything I’ve written before. It’s intense. It’s raw. It’s not always pretty. So, I ask for your patience and understanding. Please don’t hold this to the same expectations as my previous works, thi
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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.
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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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The moment they left, I let out a sharp breath, and then my fist slammed into the wall, the impact rattling through my bones. Pain shot up my knuckles, but I barely noticed. It didn’t matter. Nothing I did would ever be enough for him. And yet… I still loved him because his my father. Even if he never chose me. Even if I spent my whole life in Marcus’s shadow. Even if I would never hear the words I had always longed for. I still wanted his approval. I looked down at my knuckles, blood streaks running down my fingers. Then, movement caught my eye. Snow. She had just entered the room, pausing briefly when her gaze landed on my bleeding fist. Her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something, but instead, she merely turned away and walked toward the couch where she had left her purse. I watched her, my heartbeat steadying as I forced myself to breathe. By the time I returned from the kitchen after washing my wound, something on the coffee table caught my ey
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"Aren’t you going to town?" Manang Lucelle asked me as I sat silently on the balcony, sipping my coffee. "Your father specifically asked me to remind you to attend the fiesta. He’s hosting several games for the youth and even a raffle. You know he’s running for governor again. He just wants to make sure there are still people willing to support him in the next election," she added. "Will Marcus be there?" I asked. "Of course. He’s always by your father’s side during these events. Your father has plans for him too. Marcus is considering running for mayor in the next election." A small, knowing smile played on my lips as I took another sip of my coffee. "I suppose his fiancée will be there as well." "Naturally. This is Snow’s hometown, after all. It only makes sense for her to be present especially since her uncle is the village captain." I set my cup down and stood abruptly. If Snow was going to be there, then I had to be there too. I needed to see her. She had been haunting my
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"Why? Are you in pain? Where exactly?" Demetri asked his wife with concern as he gently helped her sit up. Snow, however, hesitated to answer. Her gaze lowered, and she nervously played with the sheets, clearly embarrassed to admit which part of her body was aching. It wasn’t like she could blame anyone else, her soreness was the result of last night, and she knew it. A faint chuckle escaped Demetri’s lips when he noticed her discomfort. It didn’t take much to figure out what she was too shy to say out loud. "I think you might need a wheelchair," he said with a teasing grin, raising a brow. Snow immediately flushed, her face turning red as she bit her lower lip in frustration and embarrassment. "Don’t bite your lips, darling. I might not be able to resist and end up making your little girl hurt even more," Demetri said in a playful murmur, eyes glinting with mischief. "Shut up. Can you just help me get out of bed instead? I’m starving," Snow muttered, swatting lightly at his arm
The Possessive Mafia King (English) Chapter 85
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
The Possessive Mafia King (English) Chapter 84.2 (SSPG)
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
The Possessive Mafia King (English) Chapter 84
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’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
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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
