Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84

Cupid

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I couldn’t wrap my head around it, the fact that could hear it from the other end of the line. The faint sound of her sniffing, the tremble in her voice.

I stood before the magnificent private airline that belonged solely to the Godlike family, ready to depart the airport for my trip when I decided, for some strange reason, to hear her voice one last time before handing over my personal things. And here I was now, cellphone pressed against my ear, listening to her break.

I went still, literally still as I waited, really waited for her to speak. It took a long time, too long, but then her voice finally came through.

“Cupid? Can you come get me?” She sniffed once, voice trembling further. “Please. Come to

me.”

That was it. Those were the only words I needed, words powerful enough to make me break my father’s order for the first time in my life. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t even speak. I simply turned away from the airport, headed toward the car that had brought me, and pulled the chauffeur out so I could get behind the wheel myself.

I drove off immediately, following her scent with every turn. I minded nothing, no rules, no consequences, no one. All that occupied my chest was her.

After a long ride, I pulled my car forward toward a silent bus station not too far from the mansion of that man who dared to call himself her husband. I brought the car to a slow halt a few paces away from the bench where she sat, and paused, swallowing down the harsh bile rising into my throat.

Snowflakes Frost. Snowflakes.

She sat quietly, dressed in a simple gown, her lovely short waves pulled back. She almost looked peaceful, almost, but listening closely, looking closer, I could tell nothing about her was okay.

I opened the car door quietly and stepped out. I hadn’t even taken a full step before she noticed me; instantly, she stood from the bench though she didn’t move any closer.

We simply stood there, staring at one another for what felt like an eternity, until I finally walked up to her. My heart hammered against my ribs as I drew close enough to see the bruise on her lips.

I stopped before her and lifted my hand to her in, gently turning her face to the side to see the mark of fingers from the slap she had taken. Then my gaze dropped to her wrist, to the

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I didn’t speak. I didn’t need to. I had seen enough. She looked exhausted, far too worn–out for questions or explanations.

Softly, carefully, I reached for her waist and guided her toward the car, opening the door and watching her settle inside. I closed it quietly and circled to the driver’s seat.

“Go to sleep. You’ll be fine after some rest. The rainforest heals all wounds. I’ll drive you there.” I murmured gently, brushing my fingers against her cheek. She nodded weakly, too drained to say anything at all.

I pressed a kiss to her forehead and watched her eyelids flutter shut. I hadn’t driven far before she fell into a deep sleep.

I pulled out my cellphone before the long ride and called Desmond.

“Find me the new update about Snowflakes.”

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I pulled the bed’s coverlet gently over her sleeping form and sat beside the bed, staring at her peaceful face. No makeup, just pure beauty, rare softness, pale features, and the bruise on her lips already fading.

She was beautiful… but she was also a woman with far too much weight on her soul. Someone who should have been the most cheerful, the most radiant. She married young, but that was never a crime. If I had ever had that chance, I wouldn’t fear commitment either, not if love came first.

Her life shouldn’t be hell because she was raped. That was never her fault.

I had carried her out of the car the moment we reached my house. She had slept through everything. My lifting her, bathing her, dressing her in one of my shirts, laying her on my bed. She didn’t stir once.

My eyes drifted to her wrist again, the bruise that had been there earlier and I swallowed hard.

Ares Bani.

I knew the man only briefly; I’d stepped into his company once, but I’d never bothered sparing him even a glance.

My jaw tightened as I left the bedroom, rolling my sleeves up while I descended the stairs into the living room. The TV was on, news flashing across the screen. As luck would have it, it was about Snowflakes and Ares, the divorce saga

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The divorce hadn’t been finalized today. Something had happened, but a larger news channel was blocking the true reason from being aired. I lowered my gaze, piecing the puzzle together, when my phone began ringing.

I answered Desmond’s call slowly.

“Boss, I got the news. The Daylight News is blocking the visibility. At the court session, Snow’s husband…”

“You know his name.” I cut in immediately, and he paused before speaking again.

“Ares double–crossed Snow with his own witness the same witness Snow planned to use. Together, they claimed Snow is deranged and mad, suffering from trauma… which means her words don’t count anywhere. It will all be ruled as unstable words from a mad woman. In other words, Ares will win the case, and he won’t be divorcing Snow at all.”

I paused, breath thick in my chest.

She was trying hard to escape him, but that bastard wouldn’t let her go, even though he didn’t love her, didn’t want her, didn’t respect her at all.

Wanting to keep her could be understandable to some extent. Even without love, having a beautiful, elegant young woman like Snowflakes waiting at home was a status mark, an achievement. She has a solid background.

But trying to brand her as a mad woman? Using her darkest past as a weapon?

That was a line no man should ever cross.

“Snow needs a new witness. If she doesn’t have solid proof, even Daylight News won’t be able to keep the statements from being aired,” Desmond said. “The next court session is in two days.”

“That’s enough time for us to carry out our own task,” I murmured, making him go silent as he waited. “Ares‘ mistress. You know who she is?”

“His secretary. She abandoned him after the news aired yesterday.”

“Best situation.” My voice hardened. “There’s a task I want handled. Not by you, by some crazy men. Let Gafi Gang take it.”

Desmond hesitated, his voice cautious.

“Gafi Gang is very harsh.”

“All the more reason they’re suitable. Send then the mistress‘ address. Make it look like her lover sent them.”

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