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Chapter 115

Penulis: Anne Lars
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**Snow**

A knock on the door woke me up.

I slowly opened my eyes, still feeling the heaviness in them. They were probably swollen from all the crying I did last night. I turned to my right, to the side of the bed where my husband usually sleeps. But just as I expected, he was already up before me—again.

I let out a sigh and forced myself to get out of bed, even though I wanted nothing more than to stay under the covers. The exhaustion and sleepiness still weighed heavily on my body, but because of the persistent knocking and the growing hunger in my stomach, I had no choice but to get up. I slipped off the bed, my hand instinctively resting over my belly.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by Antonia holding a tray of food.

“Good morning, señorita. Please have your breakfast,” she greeted with a soft smile.

I didn’t say a word. I just nodded and gestured for her to bring it inside and place it on the table. My hand trembled slightly as I adjusted the hem of my robe. While she
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  • The Possessive Mafia King (English)   Chapter 116

    **Snow** I was already dressed for my husband’s birthday party. Demetri’s celebration wasn’t exactly extravagant. In fact, he hadn’t planned on throwing a party at all here at the mansion, but he eventually gave in to his father’s request. Being the private man that he is, Demetri set a few conditions, especially regarding the guests. The list was kept small and exclusive, and he specifically requested that no media be allowed in, saying it was because of me. Don Demetrius had asked both of us—Demetri and me—to make our marriage public, but my husband refused. He said it still wasn’t the right time to let the world know about us. And I agreed with him. We’ve only been married for four months, and everything still feels fresh. That kind of news would stir up too much controversy, especially since Marcus and I have only been apart for the same amount of time. I was staring at my reflection in the mirror when Demetri entered the room. I was still seated in front of the vanity, quiet

  • The Possessive Mafia King (English)   Chapter 115

    **Snow** A knock on the door woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes, still feeling the heaviness in them. They were probably swollen from all the crying I did last night. I turned to my right, to the side of the bed where my husband usually sleeps. But just as I expected, he was already up before me—again. I let out a sigh and forced myself to get out of bed, even though I wanted nothing more than to stay under the covers. The exhaustion and sleepiness still weighed heavily on my body, but because of the persistent knocking and the growing hunger in my stomach, I had no choice but to get up. I slipped off the bed, my hand instinctively resting over my belly. When I opened the door, I was greeted by Antonia holding a tray of food. “Good morning, señorita. Please have your breakfast,” she greeted with a soft smile. I didn’t say a word. I just nodded and gestured for her to bring it inside and place it on the table. My hand trembled slightly as I adjusted the hem of my robe. While she

  • The Possessive Mafia King (English)   Chapter 114

    **Snow** I really wanted to walk away from him. I was so done—completely drained. I couldn’t help but shake my head in frustration at the man standing in front of me. I took a deep breath and wiped away my tears before speaking again. “We’re really not leaving, Demetri?” I asked again, trying to keep my voice calm, making sure he really didn't want to leave this mansion. “No.” His reply came fast and firm. I clenched the hem of my shirt tightly. I stared at him, and he stared right back. A deafening silence wrapped around us, a stark contrast to all the shouting that had just happened. That’s it. I had nothing left to say. “Let’s go back to sleep,” he said, like nothing just happened. He started fixing the bed to lie back down, but I quickly protested. “No,” I said sharply, my voice full of resolve. “I want to sleep in Marcus’s room,” I said straight out. He froze and slowly turned to look at me. I saw the darkness flash in his eyes instantly. He wants toxic? Fine. I’ll give

  • The Possessive Mafia King (English)   Chapter 113

    Demetri was about to lunge at Marcus, but I quickly stepped between them and spoke. “He’s drunk! We didn’t do anything else. We just hugged!” I said hastily, trying to defuse the tension. I took a step closer to my husband, desperate to stop whatever might happen, but he turned away from me. All I could do was let out a heavy sigh. “Please, don’t hurt him,” I pleaded, my fists clenched and trembling. He froze for a moment, but the fury in his eyes didn’t fade. I could see the tension in his clenched jaw, his rage barely restrained. His fists were balled so tightly, that I could feel the violence brimming beneath the surface, ready to explode at any second. “He touched you. And I don’t want anyone else touching what’s mine. I already let it go the last time—what you both did while I was gone,” Demetri said coldly, his voice quiet but brimming with grudge. I grew even colder as he started walking toward me. Every step was heavy, radiating danger… the kind of danger I wasn’t sure I

  • The Possessive Mafia King (English)   Chapter 112

    **Snow** I woke up at midnight, my stomach growling again. I glanced at my husband, sound asleep, even snoring softly. Deciding to get up, I carefully slipped out of bed to scavenge for food in the kitchen. This always happens... waking up in the dead of night, hungry. I tiptoed to the wardrobe and grabbed something to cover myself. I slipped on Demetri’s oversized shirt, wearing only underwear underneath. The shirt was long enough to hide that I wasn’t wearing shorts. I gently turned the doorknob and closed the door with care. The mansion was silent, everyone surely asleep. I crept down the grand stairs without a sound, using only my phone’s flashlight. The living room had some light, but the kitchen was pitch dark. I headed straight to the fridge to find something to eat. I nearly screamed when a hand suddenly gripped my waist. A large palm clamped over my mouth, silencing me. The scent on his hand was unmistakable. I knew it was Marcus! He’s here!? He’s back? As I turned to f

  • The Possessive Mafia King (English)   Chapter 111

    **Snow** “Where’s Marcus?” Demetria asked when she noticed he wasn’t at the dining table. “He went out, Señorita. Said he had something important to attend to,” Pearly replied. “He’s been going out a lot these past three days. Looks like he’s busy with a new project,” Don Demetrius added. Ah... I didn’t know Marcus had been going out frequently. But then again, I haven’t really left my room since Demetri and I had that fight. And I’ve also been avoiding any chance of running into Marcus. Demetri’s always around like a guard dog. He doesn’t want me out of his sight, not even for a moment. And lately, I’ve noticed he’s been taking a bunch of phone calls—almost nonstop. We started eating dinner. While I slowly chewed my rice, I shifted my gaze to Demetri. I suddenly felt his hand land on my thigh and give it a gentle squeeze. I paused for a second when he started caressing it. My skirt was short, so his palm had easy access to my smooth skin. I thought about stopping his hand when

  • The Possessive Mafia King (English)   Chapter 110

    **Snow** “Are you okay?” Demetria asked with concern. We were both sitting at the edge of the pool. She had just arrived this morning from Paris after attending a fashion event held there. “I-I’m f-fine,” I answered hesitantly. “No, you’re not. You’ve been zoning out. Did Demetri do something to you? Did my brother hurt you again?” she asked. I gave a faint smile and shook my head. “Are you sure? Maybe he’s just stopping you from speaking,” she pressed, but I simply nodded, forcing a smile. I was just thinking about how to tell my husband that I’m pregnant. Yes, I’m pregnant. I took a test yesterday, and it came out positive. And of course, I’m sure Demetri is the father. Who else could it be? He’s the only one I’ve slept with. What worries me is how he’ll react when he finds out. What if he tells me to get rid of the baby? I can’t do that. What if he forces me, even if I refuse? What would I do then? Should I run away from him? Can I even escape him? I don’t know. I’m scared. I

  • The Possessive Mafia King (English)   Chapter 109

    **Snow** “I want to go home,” I said softly to my husband while he was fixing his belt. I was still lying on the bed, my bare body covered only by a blanket. I didn’t have the strength to get up. The weight in my chest was already too much. “Home?” he repeated, glancing at me. His expression was firm and serious, eyes fixed straight at me. “Going home—back to the penthouse,” I replied, even though it was hard to meet his eyes. “Why... you can’t take it anymore?” he asked, his tone laced with accusation. My brows furrowed. “Can’t take what?” I answered, confused. I couldn’t quite understand where he was going with his question. “You can’t control your feelings anymore—that’s why you let another man into our room while I was gone,” he said coldly, directly, and sharply. I froze in place, eyes wide. How did he know? I slowly sat up, gripping the blanket tighter around me. My hands trembled as I looked at him. “I intentionally closed the door,” he said in a heavy tone. “But that

  • The Possessive Mafia King (English)   Chapter 108

    **Snow** Marcus laid a cloth on the floor, and that’s where we settled. He brought everything: glasses, utensils, plates, and drinks. I instantly caught the scent of carbonara. Just the smell alone was already mouthwatering. “Hmm...” was all I could say as I tasted what Manang Lucelle had cooked. “It’s delicious,” I added before taking another bite. I noticed Marcus staring at me. “Nay Lucelle said it’s a new recipe. She was surprised you asked her to put pineapple in carbonara. But it actually tastes good,” he commented before taking a bite himself. “But it wouldn’t be allowed in an Italian carbonara,” Marcus added. “Well, most Italians hate pineapple, especially in their traditional dishes,” I replied. I reached for a drink. “Are you pregnant?” I froze, then looked at Marcus. “I-I don’t know,” was all I could say before sipping the pineapple juice. Awkwardness crept in. Silence fell between us. I couldn’t meet his eyes anymore. I felt uneasy around Marcus. A lot has change

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