Semua Bab The Possessive Mafia King (English): Bab 31 - Bab 40

I woke up late the next morning, my entire body aching from exhaustion. Every muscle felt sore, a lingering reminder of the night before. The space beside me was empty. The scent of something warm and savory drifted through the air, wrapping around me like an invisible pull. The unmistakable aroma of breakfast filled the room, confirming that Demetri was already up and in the kitchen. As my senses slowly adjusted to the morning, memories of last night came flooding back, how he had barely given me time to catch my breath between our heated moments, how he pushed me past my limits until my body collapsed. My cheeks warmed at the thought, embarrassment creeping in, but I quickly shook it off. I refused to dwell on it too much. With a deep breath, I reached for one of Demetri’s oversized white shirts draped over the chair nearby. The fabric was soft, slightly worn, and carried his scent. I slipped it on, not bothering with pants, just my underwear beneath it. The hem of the shirt bare

**Snow's POV** "Wake up," I whispered. While wrapped in Demetri’s warmth, I studied his face, the sharp angles of his jaw, the faint crease between his brows, and the slight curl of his lips, like he knew I was watching. He looked peaceful, softer than the man I was still trying to figure out. He didn’t move. I smiled a little and ran my fingertip down the bridge of his nose before pressing a kiss to his chin. Still nothing. But I saw the small twitch at the corner of his mouth. So, he was pretending asleep. A strange feeling twisted in my chest. This should feel wrong, shouldn’t it? But instead, it felt... natural. Maybe too natural. Pushing the thought away, I leaned in, trailing my lips along his jaw before flicking my tongue against his ear. That did it. A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as his arms tightened around me, pulling me close. His touch was firm but unhurried, his fingers slipping into my hair, twisting the strands between them. One eye cracked open, he was s

“I’m heading out now, darling.” Demetri’s deep voice broke the silence, but I barely noticed. My eyes stayed on the television screen, though I wasn’t really watching. My mind was somewhere else, lost in my thoughts. I heard him sigh as he stepped closer. “Don’t even think about watching the news. You might see something you don’t like.” His words pulled me out of my daze. I turned my head slightly and met his gaze. His face was calm and unreadable, but I knew him well. There was a hint of worry in his eyes, even if he didn’t say it out loud. I forced a smile. “Take care.” Demetri hesitated for a second like he wanted to say more. But instead, he gave me a slow nod and walked out of the penthouse. The door clicked shut behind him. Almost right away, two men in black suits entered—Marshall and Oscar, my bodyguards. They stood by the entrance, straight and stiff, their faces blank. I let out a sharp breath and turned to look at them. “Aren’t you going to sit?” Marshall, the

**Snow's POV** Icelia gently placed the cookies my mother had baked on the table. As she settled into her seat, I took a deep breath and began explaining, or at least, explaining what they needed to hear. I told them my side of the story, why I never showed up on my wedding day. Of course, I didn’t tell them the whole truth. I didn’t tell them that I was already married to Demetri. My mother’s sharp eyes bore into me, her expression unreadable. "Where did you really go, Snow?" she asked, her voice calm but laced with suspicion. "Just to a friend’s place," I replied calmly, showing no emotion. Ice, my younger sister, frowned as she crossed her arms. "Which friend?" she challenged. "Other than Feurene, I don’t remember you having anyone else." Hearing her name made me feel sick. Feurene. I used to believe she was my friend. I trusted her. I let my guard down around her. But in the end, she had never truly seen me as a friend. She had only been pretending. She had always

**Snow’s POV** I wore a wig and sunglasses to avoid drawing attention while shopping. I just wanted to browse quietly without anyone recognizing me. As I entered Harmony Luxe Shop, I felt an excitement. I had come back to check on the guitar I had been eyeing for weeks. The truth was, I had never been able to afford luxury items for myself. My family wasn’t wealthy, and whenever I earned money, I prioritized giving it to my mother instead of spending it on personal things. That money went toward household expenses, paying the bills, buying groceries, and making sure Ice’s school fees were covered. Ice was lucky. She lived in a condo unit, thanks to Wrent’s help. The contract she had signed was quite lucrative, and living closer to work made things easier for her. The condo was also near her school, which made it even more convenient. At least she wouldn’t struggle to balance her modeling career with her education. I was truly grateful to Wrent for that. He was a kind and considera