The Possessive Mafia King (English)

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

WARNING: This book contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult readers.

NARRATION: Mix First Person POV & Third Person POV

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**Snow**

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.

I never planned to become an actress, but when my mom asked her director friend to give me a shot as an extra in a soap opera, I couldn’t say no. She had always dreamed of having a child in the entertainment industry, and when I agreed, she was delighted. It was a big step, but somehow, it felt right.

Of course, I had talents of my own like singing and playing some musical instruments but not really an expert. My mom would always remind me,

"What’s the use of those talents if you're not going to share them with the world?"

It was true, but even with all my dreams of becoming a writer, I couldn’t shake the idea that a simple life, with Marcus by my side, was what I truly wanted. He was everything to me. After five years together, he was still my first love, and our relationship had grown so beautifully.

Yes, I was young, but age wasn’t a concern when it came to love. Marcus was five years older than me, and I liked it that way. The age gap felt perfect. He was everything I could ask for. He is handsome, respectful, hardworking, and rich. Who could say no to a man like that, especially when he swept you off your feet with a proposal? I sure couldn’t. I couldn’t wait to be his wife.

When I rang the doorbell at the Sylvestre mansion, my heart skipped a beat. The guard opened the door and motioned for me to come in, but what I wasn’t expecting was Marcus, already standing by the door. As soon as he saw me, he broke into a wide grin and dashed to greet me outdoors. Without a second thought, he pulled me into a tight hug, lifting me off the ground.

“I missed you so much, Love...” he whispered, burying his face in my hair.

“I missed you too,” I replied, my voice soft, as we pulled away from each other.

His eyes sparkled with affection as he stared at my face.

“It's too bad you missed meeting my brother earlier. I was hoping you'd meet him today.”

I couldn’t hide my disappointment, but I smiled to reassure him.

“Maybe next time, Love. He’s not leaving for Sicily yet, right?”

“No, he’s staying here for a while. He just came to visit Dad.” He smiled, his hand brushing against mine.

“Well, by the way, the bridal gown for our wedding next month was delivered to your house last week,” he informed. I couldn’t help but smile.

Marcus’s expression shifted instantly. “You seem excited about that. Are you looking forward to the first night?” His voice was teasing, filled with that familiar spark that made my heart race. I swatted him lightly on the arm, and he slipped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer.

“To be honest, I’m more than excited,” he said, winking at me. The mischievous glint in his eyes made my heart skip.

“Well, good boy,” I teased, my voice light and full of laughter.

“Because, if you weren’t, I might have kicked you out already,” I said with a playful grin.

Marcus chuckled and leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear.

“By the way, I’ve planned a special, romantic date for us tonight. Surely, you don’t have any other plans, do you?”

I smiled confidently, my eyes meeting his.

“Of course not. I’ll be there. Who else would I want to be with?” I said, my heart swelling with affection as we stepped into the mansion together, ready for the night ahead.