All Chapters of The Possessive Mafia King (English): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

**Snow's POV** 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.

**Morning** A ringtone shattered my sleep. I groaned, reaching blindly for my phone on the nightstand. My fingers found it, and with a sluggish swipe, I answered the call. "What?" My voice was rough, still heavy with sleep. [ Boss, sorry for disturbing you. Is the deal still on for tonight?] Pluto’s voice came through, steady and businesslike. I let out a slow exhale, rubbing a hand down my face as I tried to shake off the haze of sleep. "Of course, it’s still on. Mr. Torres is waiting for his supply—écstasy, côke, whatever his spoiled clients are begging for. You know how impatient he gets." [ Understood. I’ll take care of it.] With a faint click, the call ended, leaving me in the dim glow of my bedroom. I sat up, rolling my shoulders before running a hand through my hair. My body still ached from exhaustion, but sleep was long gone now. With a quiet sigh, I pushed myself to my feet and stretched, then made my way toward the window. I pulled the curtain aside. Ou

"Aren’t you going to town?" Manang Lucelle asked me as I sat silently on the balcony, sipping my coffee. "Your father specifically asked me to remind you to attend the fiesta. He’s hosting several games for the youth and even a raffle. You know he’s running for governor again. He just wants to make sure there are still people willing to support him in the next election," she added. "Will Marcus be there?" I asked. "Of course. He’s always by your father’s side during these events. Your father has plans for him too. Marcus is considering running for mayor in the next election." A small, knowing smile played on my lips as I took another sip of my coffee. "I suppose his fiancée will be there as well." "Naturally. This is Snow’s hometown, after all. It only makes sense for her to be present especially since her uncle is the village captain." I set my cup down and stood abruptly. If Snow was going to be there, then I had to be there too. I needed to see her. She had been haunting my

**Third Person POV** Marcus furrowed his brows, feeling uneasy as he processed the news. He glanced at his girlfriend, Snow, before asking... "My brother helped Ice get into Sazte Modeling Management?" His voice held a mix of curiosity and concern. After speaking, she gave a slow nod, as if trying to confirm the information herself. Snow noticed his reaction and tilted her head slightly. "You don’t seem happy about it. Why?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity. Marcus let out a small sigh and shook his head. "It’s not that I’m unhappy," he explained, though there was a hint of doubt in his tone. "I just find it strange that he recommended Ice after he found out she’s your sister." A deep frown formed on Snow’s face. A troubling thought crossed her mind, making her feel uneasy. "Could it be that he’s interested in Ice?" she asked hesitantly. Her heart pounded at the possibility. "You know what kind of person Demetri is, Marcus. I don’t want him adding my sister to the

Oh, it was him again. Lately, Demetri had been testing my patience, slowly getting on my nerves. I tried my best not to show it. I didn’t want to make it obvious that I wasn’t particularly fond of him. After all, he was my fiancé’s brother, and soon, he would officially be my brother-in-law. No matter how uneasy I felt around him, I didn’t want us to spend a lifetime avoiding each other just because of this lingering discomfort I couldn’t seem to shake off. Mang Sed, the driver, stepped out first and opened the backseat door. My younger sister, Ice, went out. I immediately hurried to the gate to let her in. "Thanks," Ice murmured, offering the driver a small smile before walking toward me. Then, the tinted window of the backseat rolled down, revealing Demetri. His face was unreadable, his dark eyes watching me with a calm intensity. Then, slowly, he smirked. Something about his gaze troubled me, making my stomach mess uncomfortably. I quickly looked away. I turned to Mang Sed i