Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 313

Chapter 313

Chapter 313

Snowflakes

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I arrived at Mr. Lin’s house beneath a heavy afternoon sky. Cupid had held me up at home longer than expected, but somehow I felt grateful to myself for finding the strength to make my position crystal clear.

I will not be his mistress. If he wants me that much, if he truly wants me then we go public. No more shadows. No more secrets.

I swallowed hard, stepped out of the car, and forced my focus onto the situation waiting inside.

When I reached the patio, the front door already stood ajar. The swarm of reporters who had camped here the other day was gone.

Mr. Lin’s case had finally been closed, at least on paper. The culprit, they claimed, had been found which is the housekeeper had confessed. But I knew better.

I walked slowly up to the doorstep and rang the bell. It didn’t take long before the door swung wider, revealing Tally V framed in the entrance.

She looked utterly drained, hollow–eyed, shoulders slumped, every line of her face etched with exhaustion.

I understood that kind of tiredness all too well. When life turns relentlessly unfair and no light appears at the end of the tunnel, frustration seeps into every layer. Mental, emotional, physical.

She stepped aside silently, opening the door fully. I entered without a word.

The house was tidy, almost too quiet, the kind of stillness that presses against your chest.

In the living room, the children sat in a neat row, unnaturally subdued. A young lady, perhaps sixteen or seventeen rose and offered a polite bow. I returned a small, gentle smile.

“She’s my sister’s eldest daughter,” Tally V explained quietly. “Brix.”

I smiled again at the beautiful girl. She looked back at me with wide, pleading eyes.

“Will my mom be free, Miss Snow?” Her voice was soft but steady, carrying the weight of desperate hope. “She didn’t do it.”

“I know,” I answered gently, letting out a soft sigh. “I know she didn’t do it. I know exactly who did. I just… I can’t prove it yet.”

I swallowed again, the lump in my throat refusing to ease, and drifted slowly toward the framed family photo hanging on the wall. I stood before it, staring.

Kim Krates had been young, strikingly handsome. In the picture, he stood beside Mr. Lin, both of them beaming with genuine warmth.

“Can I see any of Kim Krates‘ possessions, please?” I asked softly. “Anything of his. I’ll need details about him too, what he did for work, what he studied, anything that might help. Perhaps we’ll find a connection… something that ties back to what killed his father.”

At my words, Tally V turned without speaking and led me down the hallway. I followed in silence until she opened the door to the bedroom I had passed through the other day.

The moment I stepped onto the threshold, a cold chill wrapped around me.

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Chapter 313

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The air felt thick, charged with something restless. An energy that danced just beyond sight, making each breath feel labored. It was as though a sout lingered hete, trapped, waiting… perhaps for justice, perhaps for revenge.

I stepped inside quietly and walked toward the far wall. There, pinned up proudly, was a detailed sketch of an airplane, I almost smiled despite everything.

“Young Master Kim always loved planes,” Tally V said behind me, her voice low and fond. “Even as a boy. His father wanted him to study hard, become something safe, something respected. But Kim was determined. He wanted to be a pilot. Not just any pilot, an airline owner.”

She held a thick family album in her hands now. She opened it carefully and pointed to a photograph of young Kim bent over a desk, sketching with fierce concentration.

“He was so good at what he did, Miss Snow. That boy was too sweet for this world. His father resisted for years until he finally saw the plan.”

She turned the page. A detailed map unfolded before me, alongside business sketches, routes, infrastructure, projections.

At first glance, it looked like the ambitious scribbles of a dreaming child. But the longer I stared, the more familiar it became.

“Mr. Lin eventually gave in,” Tally V continued. “He saw the vision, agreed at once, and sent Kim to the most prestigious aviation school. He excelled there.”

I blinked hard at the sketch. Goosebumps raced across my arms, my neck, my entire body. Why did it feel so eerily familiar? I had seen this before, somewhere.

I stared deeper, refusing to believe what my mind was whispering. Slowly, carefully, I pulled out my phone and searched for images of F.A.A.R., Frost Airline And Resorts.

“Do you have a printer here?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Tally V nodded. “There’s an old one in Mr. Lin’s study.”

I moved quickly, printing out photographs of each F.A.A.R. branch, every headquarters, every major hub.

Then I hurried back, only to find myself standing face–to–face with the window, the very window Mr. Lin must have looked through that final night, the one that had sealed his fate.

Just beyond the glass, in the alley below, sat an old liquor shop, its faded sign barely visible.

I returned to Kim’s bedroom, placed the printed sheets on the floor with shaking hands, and began arranging them piece by piece.

The distinctive curve of one airline roof, the layout of another branch, the sprawl of a resort complex. When I finally stood and stepped back, the full shape emerged.

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