**Snow** “How was the shoot? Did you finish a lot of scenes today? And why are you back at the resort so early?” Demetri fired off his questions one after another as soon as we entered the exclusive room. I ignored him. I went straight to the couch and began taking off my stockings. “Let me help you,” he offered, kneeling in front of me. I stared at him as he gently slid the stockings down my legs. But the irritation bubbling inside me wouldn’t go away. He had the audacity to enjoy himself with that woman. I was pissed. Still fuming over their flirtatious little scene inside the elevator. I bit my lower lip in frustration. “All done,” he said, looking into my eyes. My gaze shifted to the lipstick stain on his cheek. “You seem to be having fun with someone else whenever I’m at work. Why don’t you let me have some fun outside too?” I said sarcastically. “I want to flirt with someone else too,” I added. “No,” he replied instantly, shaking his head. Really? So he gets to
**Demetri** "How many chances are you going to give her, Demetri?" Vaughn asked me seriously. He’s talking about my wife again. "You’ve completely lost your mind over that woman. What is it about her that you just can’t walk away?" he added, and this time, I could hear the irritation in his voice. "Why don’t you just give her away to someone else?" he continued, making me even more annoyed with everything coming out of his mouth. "Can you just shut up," I snapped, irritated, right before I moved the queen piece. Out of all the things we could be talking about while playing chess, of course, he had to bring up my wife again. He paused and stared at me seriously. "I’m just curious. I never thought you’d get so attached to your wife. You’ve already neglected a lot of your duties as a mafia lord," he said. "One day, the same people who put you in power will be the ones to tear you down. The demand for illegal bombs and drugs in your territory has dropped—they say you're too distrac
**Snow** "Are you okay?" Fourth asked me for the fifth time while we sat on the beach. We were both barefoot, seated on the soft sand as the waves gently played along the shore in front of us. We still had a few more scenes to shoot here, so the entire production team was around. After filming an intense take, we were given a 15-minute break to breathe. “No,” I replied, eyes fixed on the horizon, watching the sunset. I heard Fourth let out another deep sigh. He’d done that several times since we sat down. Even without words, I could feel the weight of his concern. I didn’t need to say anything for him to know I wasn’t okay. He could see it in my every move. He knew something was bothering me, but he wanted me to open up on my own. Demetri didn’t come with me to Palawan. He chose not to. Instead, he sent Tiara and a few of his men to watch over me. He changed his mind just minutes before we were set to leave for the penthouse, where the two helicopters were waiting. As soon as w
**Third Person** "Kuya Marcus, are we going to be here much longer?" Ice asked, glancing over at Marcus. They were already inside the yacht at Nguyen South Port, quietly waiting for the arrival of his men who had kidnapped Snow. "Just a little longer," Marcus replied, still holding his phone. He had just gotten off the call with his men. They said they were already near the port. He turned toward the pier when he noticed a group of men approaching. They were Ryndell’s men, temporarily lent to him to help abduct Snow. Without a word, he pointed them out to Ice and Amara. "There they are," he said, looking back at the two. The worry in Ice and Amara’s eyes seemed to ease, even if just slightly. They agreed to escape after Marcus convinced the both of them. They had discovered the truth, especially about who Demetri really was and it left them deeply worried for Snow. They knew what they were doing was dangerous, especially since they were trying to run away from someone so deadly.
**Snow** “Okay, break time!” the director announced to all the staff, stuntmen, crew, and talents involved in our film shoot. This is our last day of taping in Baguio. Tomorrow, we’ll be flying to Palawan to continue shooting. We’ve been working non-stop these past few days. Some scenes ran past midnight, so it’s been really tiring and exhausting. “You look beat today, Fourth,” I teased my leading man. “Hangover, lack of sleep, and exhaustion,” he replied, clearly dead tired. But even though he was out of it, he still managed to deliver every scene. The only problem was, the director scolded him several times for taking too long on some takes. I remembered Demetria had sent a food truck. That woman never fails to support both me and Fourth. So I decided to order some milk tea. “What do you want?” I asked him. “Iced coffee,” he said. When I came back, I handed him his iced coffee while sipping on my milk tea. “I’ve noticed you’ve been really into iced coffee lately. Didn’t you
**Third Person** "He's even proud of the fact that he just stole Snow from me," Marcus muttered bitterly to himself as he stared at the stage where Demetri stood alongside the woman he had loved for so long. Feurene glanced at the man beside her and immediately noticed the burning rage in Marcus’s eyes. His hatred for his own brother was really strong—it was obvious. He still couldn’t accept what had happened. Feurene couldn’t help but feel hurt. How could she not? Even now, Marcus is still in love with Snow. She let out a silent sigh, trying hard to hold back her tears as the harsh truth kept cutting down the last shred of hope in her heart. If Marcus couldn’t move on from Snow… she, too, couldn’t move on from him. It was still Marcus she loved. But just like before, there was nothing she could do except step aside. If this was the only way Marcus could be happy, then she was willing to endure the pain. She wasn’t like Demetri, who could kill and destroy lives just to get what he