Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 221

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1 st alone in the waving to the only wound dowwwwww of the stridon and the este crackle of the fire dying in the hwth

Stow fell stewlity onside the tall windows, blanketing the world to see, but boside, everything felt gray

The news was already playing, looping footage from earlier tonight the chaos a C. Home asylum.

Flashing ambulance lights from Castle Healthcare contting through the bolt, yoourtes wheeling Kim Krates out on a stretcher, and there, dew is day, was Snow Cam Conyot Unbreakable.

She climbed into the ambulance beside him, cho high, eyes forward, like the harder’t just cracked open a case the entire system had tried to bury

One call from a Frost, and hell itself came rushing in. That was the power she carried, connections that stretched from the human courts to the deepest werewolf territories, wider and older

Feroz had been right about her, in the cruelest way. In less than an hour, even though she’d been officially pulled from the case, she’d shattered it like a fragile eggshell.

A walking force of nature who still didn’t see her own greatness, not until she’d been backed against the wall and forced to fight.

My eyes traced her face on the screen. The way she’d looked when she stepped into that ambulance has been determined, but tired. Haunted.

My chest tightened as the newscaster’s voice droped on.

“Snowflakes Frost has taken personal responsibility for the patient’s transfer to Castle Healthcare for advanced care…”

The story about her supposed illness, the one designed to ruin her, had already been buried beneath this new headline. The media moved fast when the truth smelled like blood.

1 was still staring at her frozen image when the low growl of a car engine cut through the silence outside. I didn’t turn my head. I didn’t need to.

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Chapter 221

The front door opened. Closed, Heels clicked across the marble.

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Viviana stepped into the living room, coat dusted with snow, expression carefully schooled.

“Why haven’t you been picking up my calls?” she asked, voice light but edged.

I sighed, almost lazily.

“I was busy.”

A scoff escaped her. She folded her arms beneath her breasts, regarding me like I was a puzzle she no longer enjoyed solving.

“You’re mad about something.”

I finally looked at her, really looked. Beautiful. Elegant. Venomous to the marrow.

“You still keep in touch with Feroz?”

She flinched, just a flicker, but her eyes stayed confident. Too confident.

I rose slowly, closing the distance between us.

“After four years, after all the deals were sealed, do you still keep in touch with Feroz Alpha?”

Silence answered before she could.

“Why would I keep in touch with a psycho?” she said, voice smooth. “I didn’t.”

She tried to brush past me. My hand shot out, closing around her upper arm, hard enough to stop her cold.

“You kept in touch,” I said, voice low. “And you suggested that instead of killing Snow outright, we should soil her reputation. You helped air the news of her illness.”

“Ares…”

“Deny it one more time,” I warned, “and I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”

She froze. Searched my eyes. Whatever she saw there made her swallow.

“Why do you care?” she asked, voice quieter now She pulled free of my grip and scoffed. “Why do you care if I see Feroz? You were fucking your secretary.”

The air between us turned suffocating.

I exhaled shakily.

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Chapter 221

“I did everything for you.”

The words tasted like ash.

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“I married your sister for you. I know there is no excuse to wash my infidelity clean but that I slept with that secretary because she looked like you. I sacrificed everything, four years of cleaning up your messes, doing your dirty work. We had an agreement. You’d model. I’d protect you. And now you’re telling me you’re Feroz’s fuck buddy?”

She gritted her teeth, then released a shaky sigh.

“Feroz and I are just… casual. It means nothing. It’s the past now.” She stepped closer, placing a soothing palm on my chest. “Ares, we’re almost there. We’ll get married soon. That’s always been what you wanted. All we need to do now is make sure Snow never…”

I shoved her hand away.

She went still. Cold.

“You touch one hair on Snow’s head,” I said, voice deadly quiet, “and I’ll walk into H.O.W.L. myself and tell them everything we’ve done.”

It was reckless. Dangerous. Final

She stared at me like she was seeing me for the first time.

I turned and walked up the stairs without another word, leaving her standing alone in the living room.

In my bedroom, I sank onto the edge of the mattress. My gaze drifted to the framed photo on the nightstand, our wedding day. Snow and

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