Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219

Snowflakes

“Sometimes. I wonder if it’s just my imagination that you’re really here, that I have you”

The words broke the heavy silence, raw and trending 1 amatormed the tide fang in my throat, feeling the first hot tears slip free, trailing down my cold cheeta

I looked away, unable to hold his gaze, and dody lowered myself onto the mom–based bench beneath the streetlamp’s pale glow.

This late at night, alone with this man under the falling, sow, I felt strangely brave, like the darkness itself was giving me permission to speak

“I was born into the most loving family imaginable, I began, voice barely done a whisper. “Protected my whole life. Nurtured in warmth, it safety, And then, in one single night, I discovered I wasn’t who I thought I was,

“It was a night like this one, cold, quiet, snow falling, I got the call from my mother that Grandmother had suddenly fallen ill. She might not make it through the night. I couldn’t bear the thought of missing her last look at me, to I rushed home?

My breath fogged in the air as the memory sharpened.

“A taxi pulled up. I got in. But two blocks from Mooncrest, it stopped. The driver muttered something about a flat tire. I don’t even remember the excuse. I paid in a hurry and started walking. That’s when I felt it. The prickle on the back of my neck. The certainty of being watched, Watched, Waited for.”

I hugged my arms around myself, fingers already trembling

“A man stepped out in front of me reeking of alcohol. I tried to go around him, but another grabbed me from behind and dragged me into the darkness of the alley

Cupid moved then, slow, deliberate and sat beside me. His hand found mine, warm and steady, anchoring me as the memories clawed their way out.

“He was already waiting. The leader. I fought. I screamed. I tried everything. But then the knife came right here.” I touched my lower abdomen through my coat, feeling the phantom sting. “Again. And again. And again. Until I collapsed. Blood everywhere.

My voice cracked. Tears fell freely now,

“He went first. Yanked my dress up. Everyone knows I was raped… but no one knows how long”

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I looked at Cupid then, just for a heartbeat. His eyes held only understanding, no pity, no recoil, but strangely an acceptance.

He reached into his coat and pulled out a small stack of photographs, offering them silently.

I took them with shaking fingers. My breath caught.

It was that night.

Grainy CCTV stills. Me in the taxi, me walking alone, me disappearing into shadow. Then the ambulance, my face shielded, blood dark against pale skin.

“One hour,” Cupid said softly, voice thick. “That’s how long it lasted. I heard.”

I stared at the photos, tears blurring the edges. He set his jaw so hard I thought it might crack.

“Cupid…”

He turned to me, waiting.

“The rape wasn’t just one person. They took turns. Rotated. Until Ares came rushing in. He saved my life… or so I thought.”

I smiled bitterly, the taste of it sour on my tongue.

“Only he didn’t save me. He knew. All along. That’s why I divorced him. I couldn’t live with a man who’d stood by while I was destroyed.”

Cupid’s expression darkened further.

“You know… he was there that night. Watching. And your sister too. Viviana. They watched from a block away.”

The world tilted. Cold rushed through me like ice water. I stared at him in stunned silence.

“And tonight,” he continued, voice low and lethal, “you saw him. That’s why you went pale. You saw Feroz.”

“Cupid…”

He reached out, cupping my cheek with heartbreaking tenderness, thumb brushing away a

tear.

“People say time heals pain. It’s a lie. Time only teaches us how to live with it. Snow… you need to tell your family. Tell the Frosts. Tell the world what they did to you. There are things we can forgive. This… this is not one of them. This is cruelty beyond measure. I know you’re

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terrified of reopening the wounds, of the world talking about it again. Of dragging the frost name into negative light. But I swear on my name.. I will stand beside you through every trial. Every headline. Every whisper. I will support you until you get justice. There are ways to make them pay, hideous, permanent ways, but this is your story. It’s already half out there. Give it closure. Reopen the Dark Alley case. Let the truth burn”

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