All Chapters of The Possessive Mafia King (English): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My legs feel like lead, each step heavier than the last as I stumble down the dimly lit hallway. My vision is blurry, the drug they injected into me earlier clouding my mind. Every step feels like a struggle, and I have to press my hand against the cold, cracked wall to keep from collapsing. I have to escape. I have to save Ice, my little sister! My breath is coming in short, ragged gasps now, my chest tight with the weight of the panic building inside me. My feet drag across the floor as I force myself to move forward. The room where they keep the kidnapped children, the ones being groomed for horrible things... it's just ahead. But then, out of nowhere, a rough hand grabs me from behind. A scream rises in my throat, but before I can let it out, a large, calloused hand clamps down over my mouth, smothering the sound. Panic bursts inside me, the terror flooding my veins. I thrash in his grip, trying to fight, but I’m too weak. The drug has drained all my strength. I can’t fight h

**Snow's POV** I excused myself from my boyfriend, telling him I needed to go to the restroom to fix my makeup. He nodded without hesitation, his warm smile reassuring me. As I walked away, I could still feel the comfort of his presence, easing the tightness in my chest. The nerves that had been creeping up on me all night slowly started to fade Marcus had that effect on me. He made everything feel lighter and easier. I let out a quiet breath as I pushed open the restroom door, already feeling more composed. Standing in front of the mirror, I studied my reflection. My hazel brown eyes, still holding a trace of nervousness, met my gaze. My lips, slightly parted, trembled faintly. I shook my head and straightened my posture, pushing away the lingering unease. A small, genuine smile tugged at my lips before I reached into my purse and pulled out my lipstick, ready to apply it. But just as I lifted it to my lips, I froze. A presence. A shift in the situation. My breath caught in my thr

Two days after the Masquerade Party... **Demetri's POV** "Aren’t we going to do anything else?" the woman beside me asked, her voice sweet and teasing. The room was dim, the scent of perfume and cigarette smoke clinging to the air like an unshakable haze. The warmth of bare skin pressed against mine, but I barely felt it. With a slow inhale, I smoke my cigarette, letting the smoke curl past my lips. A second woman shifted closer, her fingers trailing lazily across my abdomen, tracing the lines of muscle with deliberate slowness. "You have a great tattoo," she murmured, her voice dripping with admiration as she let her nails skim over the ink sprawling across my stomach. I followed her gaze, my own eyes locking onto the dark designs covering my skin. What she saw was art and what I saw were shields. Thick black ink covered the scars of a past I wished to forget. I could still feel the faint sting of old wounds, the memories of my stepmother's cruelty marked on my skin. I pulled

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

**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