Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 30

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Ares

Cupid? Cupid.

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I’ve heard that name somewhere. Wait, is he the one coordinating with her for the charity

event?

I walked toward the documents on the bed and flipped through them. The moment I saw the signature, a cold chill crawled down my spine. Cupid Godlike.

Younger brother of Yenda, the same tattooed man who walked into my conference hall earlier, signed the papers like someone incapable of speech, and walked out without looking back.

Dangerous eyes, covered in ink, criminally attractive in the most wrong way.

No. Having my wife around him is a terrible idea.

When I came home tonight, I expected Snow curled up in bed, waiting for me, wanting my touch. But Ana said she left for a dinner meeting with her partner.

Her partner, who apparently is now calling her on video just to confirm she got home safely.

Something I have never done for her.

I have to act fast before this gets into her head, before he gets into her head.

How do I manipulate Snow into dropping the task? Into dropping everything?

How do I get her back to that sweet, quiet version of herself?

Should I get her pregnant?

But even that isn’t possible. Not now.

The medications Doctor Catina prescribed were to make sure she never gets pregnant. I never wanted children with her. But now… now I regret it.

If she were pregnant, she wouldn’t have the strength to run around seeing other men.

I was lost in thought when she walked back into the room, wrapped in a towel.

I stilled, staring, eyes dragging slowly over her bare legs, her bare shoulders.

Snow has never looked sexually appealing to me before. She never felt like a woman to me. My

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dick never rose for her. I felt nothing. But somehow, tonight, she looked… slightly more beautiful. Maybe just because I’m frustrated.

“We should go downstairs for dinner. It’s probably getting cold now,” I finally said.

“I told you already, I’ve eaten with Cupid. I’m…”

“Why are you addressing him by his first name?” I snapped before she could finish, the words slicing out of me. She paused, staring.

“You just met him last night, and already you’re calling him by his first name? Are you that comfortable already? Have you known him before yesterday?”

The question hung heavily. Silence settled between us. Snow looked at me without speaking, and instead of arguing she lowered her gaze gently like she used to whenever I began losing my

temper.

“It’s a charity event, Ares. We need to be casual for things to work well,” she said softly.

I swallowed hard.

She looked up at me and for a brief moment guilt pricked my chest. I sighed and nodded.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about that.” I stepped closer, taking her hand. “Then let’s skip dinner. I’m tired too. Let’s just go to bed.”

I leaned forward to kiss her, my hand sliding around her waist, but at the last second, just before our lips met, she pulled back, breaking the moment.

“I should get dressed for bed.”

She slipped into the closet room, leaving me standing there in confusion.

Something is wrong with Snow. She’s acting differently, hiding something.

She has never once pulled away from my kiss. She always wanted more. I was always the one keeping her at arm’s length. Not her.

Jaw tight, I climbed onto the bed and pulled the coverlet over myself. I waited.

At last she came out in her nightdress, soft and warm–looking, ready for bed. She walked to her dresser and began her nightly skincare routine. Normally, it takes her minutes. But tonight she took far too long, stalling, waiting for me to sleep.

But I stayed awake. Watching. Leaving her no room to escape.

Finally she got into bed beside me.

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“Good night,” she murmured, turning her back.

I reached over and pulled her into my arms, a place she usually needed to fall asleep, a place she used to cling to.

But tonight she felt distant, stiff… like she preferred the table across the room to being near me.

“Snow?” I called when my patience snapped.

No answer.

“Snow?” I tried again.

She turned, her eyes lifting up to mine. I searched them, trying to understand why she’d changed so much. Is it the reunion with her brothers? Is that messing with her mind?

“What’s going on?” I asked quietly. “Tell me what I’ve done wrong. Let me apologize. Let me fix it. In any way, every way. Hmm?”

She stared at me for a long time. Too long. Like something had died between us and she no longer knew how to pretend.

She searched my eyes one more time and then smiled softly.

“Let’s sleep.” With that, she moved closer, lay her head on my chest, and closed her eyes. “Good night.”

Hearing those words, with her curled in my arms, I felt something strange. Like winning. Like having a prize.

A woman like Snow, young, beautiful, smart should make any man feel victorious.

But to be honest, she means nothing special to me. The one I love is her sister, Viviana.

And I have already ruined far too much, crossed too many lines to get close to Viviana.

I have done dark, unforgivable things.

One of them is ensuring Snow will remain scarred for life.

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