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A small, knowing smile played on Demetri’s lips as he quietly followed his wife. Snow’s gaze shifted forward, catching sight of Feurene standing in the distance, which made her abruptly stop in her tracks. Feurene, too, noticed her and threw a fleeting glance toward her husband.With deliberate steps, Feurene began to approach. Her smile was thin, insincere like it was concealing something much deeper."What are you doing here?" Feurene asked Snow, crossing her arms over her chest.“So, Demetri... returning her to Marcus now that you’ve had your fun?” she sneered, turning to him with a smirk that dripped with mockery. Then she cast Snow a slow, deliberate glance, scanning her from head to toe, barely masking the contempt in her eyes.Just then, Marcus entered the living room and froze. The air was thick as if a storm had been caught mid-clash. His eyes landed on the three of them, standing in a triangle of tension and unspoken rage.Feurene didn’t miss a beat.“I didn’t think you’d be

**Snow's POV** Demetria and I stepped into the elevator together, accompanied by our manager, Hugo. A few more staff members joined us along the way. When we reached the hotel lobby, two professional photographers were already waiting, their cameras ready. Outside, Marshall and Oscar stood by a sleek white van, looking sharp and unreadable as ever. “Damn, Deme’s going all-out today! Don’t tell me you’re feeling suffocated by all these bodyguards ’cause honestly, girl, I wouldn’t mind being smothered by them myself,” Sy, our ever-chatty and flamboyant makeup artist, teased with his usual playful sass. Despite his personality, Sy was one of the best in his field. Demetria turned to him, flashing an awkward smile. The staff thought Oscar and Marshall were her new bodyguards. Just then, another van pulled up. Two of Demetria’s actual bodyguards stepped out and opened the door for her. That’s when the others started to wonder. “Wait a sec, whose bodyguards are these?” Sy asked, lookin

**Snow's POV** Demetri’s deadly stare suddenly flashed through my mind, the way he hurt me, the way he slapped me without even a second thought. I didn’t want that monster inside him to resurface again, so with all the strength I could muster, I shoved Marcus away from me. We both stood up, stunned by the tension between us. Then my hand moved on its own, and I slapped him hard. For a moment, shock flashed in his eyes… but then he understood. He calmed himself. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” he murmured, regret lacing his voice. “You’re damn right. Don’t you ever come near me again,” I snapped and stormed past him. Once I was finally out of the building, my eyes caught sight of a woman leaning arrogantly against Marcus’ car. Arms crossed, eyes trained on me like she’d been waiting. I headed toward the van I rode in earlier, not intending to engage but of course, Feurene couldn’t help herself. "I really didn’t know some women could fake being all sweet and innocent, onl

Demetri left just yesterday, and here I am now, deciding to visit my sister and mother. I only managed to visit them once last week because my schedule has been ridiculously hectic. The moment I suddenly showed up at Ice’s condo unit that day, Mama gave me a light smack on the arm, nothing harsh, but enough to say she was displeased. She asked why I hadn’t shown my face in two whole weeks. I didn’t bother keeping anything from her. Her jaw practically dropped when I admitted that I was already married to Demetri. She said I was nothing but a walking scandal, especially now that everyone knew my relationship with Marcus fell apart because of another man. And now? They’d find out I married Marcus’s own brother? She said the media would eat me alive. What kind of woman does that make me look like? My two bodyguards entered the elevator with me. They’d been tailing me for nearly two months now, and still, I couldn’t get used to, having someone shadow me wherever I went. I messaged Wren

When we finally arrived at the Sylvestre mansion, I immediately called Manang Lucelle and asked her to meet us outside the gate. She came out quickly, and the moment she saw my two bodyguards helping Marcus stand, she opened the gate for us. “You didn’t have to go out of your way to bring him here,” she said, her voice soft but with a hint of disapproval. “You could’ve just called and had Don Demetrius’s driver pick him up.” “It’s too far,” I answered, meeting her eyes. “I didn’t want to risk any delay.” She gave me a small, knowing smile, then nodded politely. “Aren’t you coming in?” she asked me. I shook my head in response, a small, silent gesture. “I’ll just wait here,” I said quietly. She didn’t say anything after that. She simply turned around and walked away, leaving me there alone. I stayed in the backseat, my hands resting quietly on my lap while I waited for Oscar and Marshall to come back. The mansion stood silently in front of us. Just as my eyes drifted toward t