Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292

Snowflakes

“Thank you, sir.”

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Eshan bowed low before Mr. Castle as the director rose from his chair, the weight of the decision still etched into every line of his face.

Mr. Castle paused, then reached out and placed a firm palm on Eshan’s shoulder. Fatherly, steady.

“Let’s get the criminals out there, Eshan. Fast.”

He shifted his gaze to Sera, who had remained unnaturally still since Zayah’s venomous words about her failed engagement had cut open a wound that refused to heal.

Mr. Castle didn’t speak to her. He simply gave her a long, quiet look, full of unspoken apology before turning and leaving the office with Mr. Sonny trailing behind him.

The door clicked shut.

Wrinks and Zayah were already gone, dragged away in cuffs, their pleas echoing down the corridor until they faded. The room felt emptier, colder, like something vital had been ripped out.

We all stood there. Eshan, me, Sera, Vast, Quince, Mr. Gerald breathing in the aftermath.

At last Eshan looked at me tenderly, but still reluctant.

“Do you really think you can handle going back to the dark alley?”

“Yeah,” I murmured softly.

He shook his head.

“It’s too much for you. No.”

“She should try,” Mr. Gerald said thoughtfully, surprising everyone. “Any detail we might have missed four years ago… it’s like hypnosis. Recreating the scene can pull memories loose.”

Eshan swallowed hard. He stared at the floor for a long moment, thinking, weighing, fighting every protective instinct he had before finally nodding once.

“Quince keep studying the DNA identity analysis. It’s been crawling since yesterday. Vast will help you.” He turned to Sera. “Sera…. take a short break. Gerald and I will go with Snow.”

Sera didn’t argue. She just nodded quietly, hollow, eyes still distant.

We filed out.

Mr. Gerald went to grab his jacket and a few files.

I slowed my steps, goosebumps rising on my arms.

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Chapter 292

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Dark alley.

The place where it all began. Where everything ended.

I lowered my eyelids and exhaled shakily, only for Eshan’s soothing palm to settle gently at the small of my back.

I fluttered my eyes open and looked up at him. He gave me a small, grateful smile.

“Thanks for believing in me, Snow.”

I rose on tiptoe and kissed his cheek instead of answering.

“I should be the one thanking you for believing in me,” I whispered. “I love you, Eshan.”

He searched my eyes for a heartbeat, then pulled me into his arms, holding me tight, protective, like he could shield me from whatever waited in that alley.

“We’ll get the evidence together,” he vowed against my hair. “And we’ll present it in court. They’ll be finished when we’re done, Snow. They’ll be so finished.”

I smiled against his chest, small, tired, real.

“Okay,” I breathed. “Let’s go.”

Mr. Gerald appeared then, jacket on, keys in hand.

Eshan and I started toward the elevator when he suddenly paused.

He turned back.

Sera was still sitting in the chair she’d sunk into earlier, head bowed, hands clasped tightly in her lap, trying and failing to hide the fresh hurt Zayah’s words had reopened.

Eshan opened the door wider.

“Roc wanted me to tell you,” he said gently. “The wedding is still happening.”

Sera froze. Slowly lifted her head.

“He says once it’s next year… he’s marrying you. Whether you like it or not.”

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