All Chapters of The Possessive Mafia King (English): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

**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

**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

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

**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

**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