Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Possessive Mafia King (English): Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

"What the hell are you doing here, Marcus? How did you get in?" I ask Marcus again, my voice barely above a whisper, just in case someone overhears us. "I'm with Jean, but when I saw you walking into the building, I quickly came up with an excuse to go to the bathroom. I’ve missed you so much. Didn’t Demetri hurt you?" Marcus checks my arm as if looking for any bruises or scratches. I quickly pull my arm away and take a step back to distance myself from him. "I'm fine. He didn’t hurt me." "Are you sure?" He presses, moving a little closer. I feel uneasy as he gets too close. "Yeah," I say, trying to reassure him. I could tell he was worried, thinking Demetri might have hurt me. "A-Are you okay?" He asks, his voice laced with concern. His small wounds from his confrontation with Demetri still aren’t fully healed, and I can see the hesitation in his eyes as he asks. "I’m fine." Marcus lets out a breath of relief. I think he was afraid that I was in worse shape than I let on. "By

"How’s my wife, Tiara?" I asked, my voice calm but firm as I spoke through the micro earpiece. We were on our way back to the city, the convoy moving steadily along the long road toward our destination. My men were silent, focused, as always. "She just finished her taping. She's still inside the Sandstorm Building," Tiara reported clearly. "Let her know I’ll be home late. There’s an important meeting I need to attend tonight." "Yes, Monsieur," she acknowledged before the line went silent. I adjusted my posture and looked down at my phone, its screen lighting up with the image of my wife. Snow’s smile greeted me, warm and bright, framed by the deep dimples I knew so well. I found myself staring longer than I meant to, my lips curling into a quiet smile. There wasn’t a time I didn’t miss her. Her eyes were soft and expressive. Her lips were the kind that invited every kiss. Her dimples always stole my focus. Everything about her was a weakness I couldn’t afford but fully embraced. I

“We should c-contact the police by now. Oh my God... oh my God... I don’t want something bad to happen to Marcus,” Feurene said, her voice cracking under the weight of panic. Her hands trembled so badly she couldn’t even type properly on her phone. I was worried for both Marcus and Demetri, but I didn’t expect to see Feurene like this—on the verge of collapsing. Her entire body was shaking, and it looked like she might faint at any moment. That was when it really hit me, Feurene’s love for Marcus wasn’t shallow. It was intense. And for the first time, I saw how deep her feelings for my ex-fiancé truly ran. Still, I reminded myself who I should be most concerned about—my husband. I reached for my phone and dialed Demetri’s number. My heart thudded. I should be panicking more for him, right? He’s the one I married. And yet... I kept glancing at Feurene and her breakdown. At the same time, my eyes darted toward my three bodyguards, who were already on their own calls, probably trying t

“Demetri, your body’s a mess—wounds, scars everywhere. You need to rest,” Grace said, her voice firm but laced with concern as she carefully stitched the wound on my side that had reopened when I forced myself to sit up. “I can’t,” I said flatly, my tone cold as ice. She was Vaughn’s sister, a doctor, but right now, she was just another person telling me what I already knew. “Rest, not just as a patient but as a Mafia Boss. Show some mercy to your body… and maybe even your soul,” she said, her eyes fixed on the thread she was pulling through my skin, her voice low and serious. “Tell Vaughn that. Not me,” I said with a sneer, irritation curling in my chest. Grace exhaled sharply, frustrated. “Fine. Do what you want. Just know this is the last time I’m patching you up,” she muttered, defeated, before applying a fresh bandage over the wound and smoothing it down. A knock on the door cut the tension. “Come in!” I called out, not bothering to hide my impatience. Pluto stepped into

**Demetri's POV** “Did you see them?” I asked one of my men operating the mini drone we had deployed to scout the interior. We were communicating through our encrypted earpieces. “Yes, Boss. I’ve got visuals,” he confirmed. “Is she okay?” I asked without hesitation, referring to my wife. The tightness in my chest refused to ease. After everything that had happened, I couldn’t shake the fear. For all I knew, Ryndell’s group might’ve already laid a hand on her. “She looks unharmed. Marcus is with her. Tiara’s farther off—tied to a chair, guarded on all sides.” “Alright. We move fast, we move smart,” I said, my voice low but firm. “This is Ryndell’s territory. Expect more men inside, not just the ones stationed outside. No noise. We go in silence. Silencer guns only. The mission is to retrieve all three. We don’t leave anyone behind. Failure isn’t an option. Understood!?” “Yes, Boss!” they answered in unison. “Move!” I ordered, wasting no time. My team, trained in stealth, sprea