บททั้งหมดของ The Possessive Mafia King (English): บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

**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.

**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

**Third Person** "Are you not going to stop until he kills you?" Feurene asked Marcus, her voice laced with frustration and bitter disappointment. Marcus froze for a moment before turning to glare at her. His face was tense, jaw clenched tight like he was holding back words he was dying to let loose. “Marcus, please... I’m begging you, enough,” Feurene pleaded again, her voice nearly cracking from desperation. She already knew he wouldn’t listen. She knew he would never back down. But even if she had accepted that truth a long time ago, she still couldn’t stop herself from trying. “I won’t survive if I lose you. Please, stop. You can’t win against Demetri. No matter what you do, he’ll destroy you.” She knew her words were harsh, but what choice did she have? It would hurt far more to watch Marcus be destroyed by a battle he was never meant to win. Marcus looked off into the distance, silent, but the weight on his face was impossible to ignore. Once more, he clenched his fists,

LUNCH… “Eat,” Marcus said softly. A spread of delicious food was laid out in front of me. He cooked my favorites. Marcus had clearly gone to the trouble of preparing them all, hoping I’d eat. But I just sat there, frozen, staring blankly at the table. I had no appetite. I didn’t want food. I wanted to go home. I wanted to leave this place. I watched as he scooped up a spoonful of food and held it out to me. “Ahh…” he murmured, waiting for me to open my mouth. I swatted his hand away, the food spilling onto the floor. “Snow, you have to eat. You’ve been unconscious for two days. Look at yourself… you’re getting weaker.” I swallowed hard, eyes brimming with tears. “Take me home, Marcus. I can’t live here… not on this island,” I said lifelessly. The same plea I’d repeated like a broken record. I just wanted to go back to the mainland. We were on an island. Remote. Isolated. I had no idea where exactly. From what I saw, no one else lived here. There were no other houses or signs

I looked around again. It was eerily quiet as if the entire island had been swallowed by silence. Only the sound of my deep breathing, the rustling wind, and the distant calls of birds could be heard. I hugged myself, trying to brush away the cold wind brushing against my skin. Marcus was no longer in sight. He had completely vanished into the woods, and now, something felt wrong. I looked up at the sky. The clouds were dark and heavy, threatening to pour. It was best to head back to the rest house before the rain started. As soon as I stepped inside, the rain came crashing down on the roof. The scent of wet earth mixed with the air. Thunder rumbled, followed by the sharp crack of lightning. I tried to calm myself. It’s just for a while, I told myself, and I hoped Marcus would return soon. More than an hour passed while I waited for him. I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep on the sofa. I jolted awake when I noticed the rain had stopped. My eyes darted to the window but Marc