Todos os capítulos de The Possessive Mafia King (English): Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

My entire being was afloat in pain and anger. The grief was so overwhelming that I could no longer bear it. I looked back at Demetri. “Kill me!” I screamed at my husband, crying like a mad woman. “Take me with you! Just kill me, Demetri!” I shouted again. But his eyes remained blank, staring coldly at me. “P-Please…” “I can’t live carrying this guilt! I’m the reason he’s dead!” I’d rather cease to exist than continue breathing in this hell. But instead of granting my plea, Demetri stood and looked down at me. “No.” His answer was firm. I looked up at him, tears streaming down my face, my earlier fear replaced by burning anger and hatred. “I don’t want to kill you, Snow,” he said calmly. He sat down again, locking eyes with me. In the dim light, I saw the monster behind his blue eyes. “I will let sorrow kill you... consume you... until you choose to end your own life,” he whispered. I gasped. It felt as if my world had stopped. He wouldn’t kill me. But he would let the

I tried to avoid his attempt to kiss me again, turning my face away, but his grip on my jaw tightened. I couldn't escape. Once more, he pressed his lips to mine, and I could feel the raw aggression in the way he kissed—rough, forceful, and full of hunger. I shut my eyes in disgust and tried to pull away, but his arms felt like steel, unbreakable. He kissed me harder as if trying to squeeze the strength out of my body. When I felt him trying to slip his tongue into my mouth, that’s when all the anger and disgust inside me boiled over. I bit down hard on his lower lip. “Shit!” he cursed, pulling back instantly, pressing his fingers to the wounded lip. I expected him to get angry, but instead of backing off, he seemed even more aroused. Rather than letting go, he became more obsessed, and more violent in the way he touched every part of my body. Still, I didn’t stop fighting. My wrists were still chained, hurting with every movement, but I didn’t care. I kept struggling. Even though

**Snow** I woke up at exactly five in the morning, feeling the warmth of the body beside me. He was holding me tightly, his arm heavy around my waist. I hadn’t even realized he had joined me in bed last night. I swallowed hard, listening to each breath he took—slow and calm. I carefully started to move, trying to slip out from under his arm. But just as I began to pull away, he suddenly woke up. I moved quickly, rolling to the other side of the bed to put some distance between us. He sat up at once, propping himself up on one elbow, his eyes fixed on me. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice still thick with sleep as he watched me stand. I turned my gaze to the window and realized we were still on the sea. I took a deep breath, doing my best to ignore the presence of my husband. Then, out of nowhere, something in the air shifted. He moved fast. Instinctively, I stepped back, grabbing the first object I could reach—a fork. “Go ahead! Try coming near me!” I snapped, pointing

"Where is my sister? Where is my mom? Did you kill them?" I asked the moment he stood up. He was planning to leave me like this—confused, exhausted, and falling apart. I took a deep breath, trying to stop my body from going cold. I stared at him, my chest tightening with fear and desperation. "Demetri, I need to know… are they still alive?" My voice came out low, but every word was heavy—full of pleading. My throat ached with the weight of my grief. But he said nothing. "Why won’t you answer me?!" "Did you kill them?!" I couldn’t hold it in anymore—I screamed. The pain in my chest felt like thousands of needles stabbing me, every second worse than the last. It was too much. Why couldn’t he answer me? Why couldn’t he give me even the tiniest bit of hope? I looked at him through my tears, hoping to find something—anything—in his eyes. But there was nothing. Just emptiness. Why? Why couldn’t he tell me if they were still alive? "Where are they, Demetri?" I was like a child

I quickly turned to look at Demetria. "Just a moment, Deme," I said before turning my back to her and answering the call, my hand trembling as I brought the phone to my ear. And my heart was pounding like crazy. ["Ate?"] I could barely breathe when I heard my sister’s voice. “I-Ice? Is that really you?” My hand trembled, afraid this was just a dream—or worse, that it was someone else who just sounded like her. ["Yeah, of course! Who else would it be? It’s me, Icelia—your one and only, drop-dead gorgeous sister, the most beautiful girl on the face of the earth!"] she answered cheerfully, even letting out a laugh. I gasped and tightened my grip on the phone, holding back the tears already welling in my eyes. Oh my God. She's alive! “Where's M-Mom?” I asked, my voice cracking as the tears pushed closer to falling. ["She’s here. Are you crying?"] she asked, her voice suddenly filled with concern. I shook my head even though she couldn’t see me. “I’m not,” I lied, even as the te