Semua Bab The Possessive Mafia King (English): Bab 51 - Bab 60

**Demetri's POV** I was deep in conversation with my business partner, Ben Alfonso, about our operations in Italy. Ben was the brother of Chairman Alucio Yu Tiburcio Alfonso, and the two of us had a lot to discuss, especially concerning our illegal dealings. Soon enough, Alucio's daughter, Alice, arrived, elegant as always, with her fiancé, a well-known business tycoon. She caught my attention as she made her way over to us while her fiancé stayed in front, greeting some VIP guests. Alice's smile grew wider when she recognized me. "How are you, Demetri?" she greeted me with a light voice. "I'm good," I replied, offering a little smile in return. Our gazes met across the room, but it wasn't some unknown VIP who caught my attention next... it was Ryndell Vande Venter. His eyes were cold, and I couldn't help but return his icy stare. Now, we were facing each other, standing so close, locked in a silent battle of glances. Ryndell and I were rivals, not just in business but in t

**Snow's POV** The next morning, I woke up to the loud blaring of the ship’s alarm. The sound echoed through the cabin, pulling me from a restless sleep. I blinked sleepily and sat up from the sofa where I had slept, feeling my body ache. As I sat there, my gaze instinctively drifted toward the closed bedroom door, the room where Demetri was resting. A part of me wanted to check on him, to see if he was alright, but another part hesitated. I still remember his anger from the previous night, the way he had lashed out and destroyed everything in his path. If I walked in now, would he take his frustration out on me? A sudden weight on my shoulders made me pause. That was when I noticed the blanket draped over me. I hadn’t even realized someone had covered me with it while I was asleep. My fingers tightened around the soft fabric as a thought crossed my mind. Did Demetri do this? I wanted to believe he had, but k

I returned to the Sapphirean Tower Building, hoping Demetri hadn’t come home yet. Because if he had arrived first, he would definitely lecture me. He hated it when I left without a bodyguard, and I was already expecting the punishment that might come my way. As I got closer to the unit, I stopped when I saw two guards outside. My heart started to race. Oscar smiled and greeted me, but I couldn’t focus because I felt uneasy. When I walked in, I saw Demetri sitting in the living room, quietly smoking a cigarette. "Where have you been?" he asked, his eyes not even looking at me. I glanced at the .45 caliber gun on the glass table and swallowed hard. My throat was dry. "I-I just visited my mom," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, but my nervousness was evident. He straightened up and looked at me intently, his gaze sharp. "Didn’t I tell you that you’re not allowed to leave this penthouse without someone with you?" His voice was cold, and I could feel the weight of his words.

I stepped out onto the veranda for a bit, needing to breathe in some fresh air. I didn’t even realize I was smiling, softly laughing, even every time the memory of what happened earlier played in my mind. Demetri, consumed by jealousy, wanted to punish me… right then and there on the grand piano. He was rough, desperate, wild. But before he could go any further, his wound reopened. It started bleeding which stopped him cold. Even now, I can’t help but chuckle at the memory, even though I probably look ridiculous laughing to myself. I know I should’ve been worried about him, but I just couldn’t take it seriously. He keeps forcing himself to do things his body clearly isn't ready for, all because he wants to prove a point, to dominate, to control. And he wanted me, so badly, but his body just couldn't keep up with his obsession. Honestly? I’m a little thankful for that wound. Call me wicked, but it’s like a blessing in disguise. If it weren’t for that, we might still be tangled up in

**Third Person POV** Feurene was furious. Her heels tapped loudly on the marble floor as she walked back and forth, her eyes filled with anger and frustration. “My God, I can’t take this anymore!” she burst out the moment she and Demetri were finally alone. Her voice trembled, heavy with exasperation and heartbreak. “I’ve done everything—everything to make Marcus love me. But it’s useless! Completely useless!” Demetri, lounging back in his chair like the chaos didn’t concern him, arched a brow. His voice was chillingly calm. “Then find a way to make him get you pregnant.” Feurene’s head snapped toward him. Her expression twisted in horror. “What? Are you insane?” she hissed. “If I get pregnant now, everything I’ve worked for—my career, my image—it will all go down the drain!” Demetri gave a small, indifferent shrug as if her concerns barely registered. “It’s your choice, Feurene. But if you don’t act now, all our sacrifices—all your sacrifices will be for nothing.” She sc