Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 403

Chapter 403

Snowflakes

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The sunlight came pouring through the curtains, bathing the bedroom in soft gold. I woke to its warmth on my skin, smiled sleepily, and leaned over to kiss Cupid tenderly on the cheek.

His face felt cool beneath my lips, but I didn’t linger on it, he always took a little longer to stir. I slipped out of bed, stretched, and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.

When I returned, towel–drying my hair, he was still exactly where I’d left him. Flat on his back, eyes closed, utterly still.

I had grown used to his unusual sleeping patterns by now, the way he sometimes sank into a death–like slumber for hours, barely breathing, barely moving.

It used to worry me; now I have been accustomed to it. I picked up my phone from the nightstand and dialed Sera, wanting to congratulate her again on her marriage, to hear her voice bright with newlywed joy.

“She’s definitely still wrapped in her husband’s arms,” I murmured to myself, amused, as the line rang.

I turned casually, glancing back at Cupid and froze.

Something was wrong.

His face looked… pale. Too pale. The gentle rise and fall of his chest, the one thing that always reassured me even in his deepest sleep was gone. Completely gone.

I moved slowly, cautiously, toward the bed. My heart had begun to thud unevenly. I stood beside him and looked down.

He looked peaceful. More peaceful than I had ever seen him. As though every grief, every shadow, every wound he had carried in silence had finally released their hold. His features were smooth, almost serene. Beautiful, even.

I reached out again, brushed my fingertips along his cheek.

Cold.

Ice–cold.

The jolt that shot through me was electric, sharper than fear, deeper than terror. My breath caught.

“Hello? Snow?” Sera’s voice crackled through the phone. She had picked up. “Snow, you there?”

I couldn’t answer right away. I pressed my palm fully to his cheek, then his neck, searching for the faint warmth, the study pube that had always been there. Nothing.

“Cupid?” My voice came out small, trembling. I gave his cheek a gentle smack. “Cupid, it’s morning Cuplur

“Snow? Is everything alright?” Sera asked again, concern sharpening her tone.

I forced the words out, already shaking.

“Yes. Everything’s fine. Just… Cupid isn’t waking up. And he’s not breathing. Maybe he’s just so tired, gh

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Chapter 403

Silence on her end. Then I heard her whisper urgently to someone, Roc.

“He’s probably just tired,” she said finally, though her voice had gone thin. “I’m on my way.”

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I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. I sat on the edge of the bed, took his hand in both of mine, squeezed it. His fingers stayed limp, cool.

Lignored the dead stillness in the air, the unnatural quiet, and told myself he was just sleeping. He always slept like this. Deeply. He would wake up any second now, open those green lovely yes, give me that crooked smile, pull me down beside him.

I was trembling. Tears were already trailing silently down my cheeks when the doorbell rang.

I walked to the door on unsteady legs and opened it. Sera stepped inside first, took one look at my face, and hurried straight toward the bedroom without a word. I followed, heart hammering so hard it hurt.

She paused at the threshold, turned back to Roc who had followed quietly and spoke low.

“Let her stay with you.”

Roc nodded. Sera disappeared into the bedroom.

I stood frozen in the living room, hands shaking violently. Roc stood nearby, silent, giving me space. Time stretched and snapped at once, seconds dragging, then racing.

Sera reappeared. Her face was ashen. Horror lived openly in her eyes. She looked at me for a long moment, then shifted her gaze to Roc. They exchanged a silent signal, something wordless and final and I hated them for it.

“What’s wrong with him?” My voice cracked. “He’ll wake up soon, right?”

Roc reached for my hand. I yanked away, stepping back sharply.

“Let go of me and tell me what happened.” I turned to Sera, pleading. “He usually sleeps heavily. Then he wakes up and

“He’s dead,” Sera said quietly. The words landed like stones dropped into still water. “He’s not breathing. No pulse. Pale. Cold Judging by everything… he died overnight.”

I stared at her.

Then I laughed.

A sharp, broken sound that didn’t belong to me. Mad. Disbelieving.

Dead?

That was ridiculous. Absurd.

I pushed past them both and walked into the bedroom. I would wake him myself I would prove them wrong

I sat on the edge of the bed, took his hand again, cool, limp and squeezed

“Cupid?” My voice trembled. “Cupid, it’s enough now. Wake up, please Cupid?!”

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