Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 390

Chapter 390

Snowflakes

“Snow is here,” Yasmin announces the moment I push open the door to the ward and step inside quietly.

Mother has already recovered, her color returning, and Yasmin is doing perfectly fine, bright–eyed and restless with energy.

Desmond lounges on the couch beside the bed, while Marlik is just slipping through the doorway behind me.

“Hey,” Marlik says, his voice low and warm.

I smile at him. “Good morning. I brought breakfast.”

I hold out the bags, letting Yasmin eagerly take them from my hands. Then I walk over to the bed where Mother sits propped against the pillows.

I settle beside her as gently as I can. She turns to me, and her smile blooms, slow, radiant, overflowing with layer upon layer of

love.

Her hand reaches for mine, fingers curling around it with tender possession, and she lifts her gaze to meet my eyes.

“You’re here,” she whispers, as though the simple fact fills her entire world.

I nod, my throat tightening with emotion. I open my mouth to answer, but she suddenly stills. Her thumb brushes over the ring on my finger, once, twice then her eyes lock onto it. She swallows hard, visibly, the motion heavy with surprise and something deeper.

Yasmin freezes mid–step, then hurries over, peering down at my hand.

“My… my brother proposed?” Her voice cracks with disbelief and dawning joy.

I feel Desmond go motionless on the couch, ears straining. I nod gently. “This morning.”

“And… you said yes?”

I look straight into her eyes and let out a soft, helpless laugh. “Why wouldn’t I? I’m getting married to him.”

Mother’s gaze sharpens, searching my face. “But you… you didn’t know who he really is, darling.”

I smile, slow, certain, unshaken. Her eyes fly wide with astonishment as understanding dawns.

“You will marry him despite knowing who he is?”

“Who he was,” I correct softly, exhaling the words like a promise. “Cupid is leaving that life behind. We’re opening a new chapter. He gave me his word.”

Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps echoes down the hall.

Cupid appears in the doorway, tall and steady, Almira right beside him. For one heart–stopping second, our eyes collide across the room, electric, consuming before he crosses the space in long strides.

He leans down and kisses me, lips warm and deliberate against mine, a quiet claim that sends heat blooming through my chest,

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Chapter 390

“You just got here?” he murmurs tenderly, voice velvet against my skin.

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i nod, drowning happily in the way his gaze holds me, in the gentle press of his fingers along my jaw, in every small, reverent touch.

“Yeah.”

He nods once, then straightens, finally turning his attention to Mother.

I case back quietly, giving them the moment they need. I drift toward the window, gazing out at the busy road below, cars crawling, people hurrying through the morning when I sense Almira step up beside me.

“Can you convince my brother to keep modeling?” she asks, voice low and earnest.

I turn to face her fully, settling my gaze on hers. She continues before I can answer.

“He’s planning to live quietly, working on cars, staying out of the spotlight. I told him he could model for his own product line, something that doesn’t touch the Godlike world at all, but he refuses anything that even brushes against that past. The moment brands realize he’s free from the Godlike legal empire, they’ll feast on him.”

I sigh, the sound heavy with understanding.

“I don’t think Cupid wants to remain a model anymore.” I glance half–back toward the bed, where he speaks quietly with his mother, head bent close to hers. “He can do whatever he wants, though, as long as it’s safe.”

I shift my eyes back to Almira. She offers me a small, knowing smile.

“He loves you… senselessly.”

The words land like sunlight breaking through clouds. I smile brightly, wide, unguarded and turn my face back to the window, warmth spreading through me.

I already know how much I mean to him. I feel it in every glance, every touch, every quiet vow. I know it so deeply it aches in the best way.

The silence that settles between us is peaceful at first, soft and comforting. Then the air shifts, something restrained, pained, coils beneath it. I turn instinctively.

Marlik leans against the far wall, trying to hide the worry carving lines into his face. Our eyes meet, and I freeze. The raw fear in his gaze hits me like ice water.

“Marlik.” I rush to him, heart pounding. “What’s going on?”

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