Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

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I never imagined Snow would ever bring up divorce with me.

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A woman I sheltered. Fed. Married despite the gossip and mockery. Despite her trauma, her PTSD, her polluted body and her barrenness. She has the audacity to hand me a divorce paper?

I own Snowflakes Frost. And even if she is nothing but a decoration in this house, she will remain here until I decide otherwise.

So when she pulled out the divorce papers with her signature already on them, I tore them in half angrily.

I know what caused this.

Jealousy.

She is jealous of Lencia. She must have heard her last night called me by my first name, angry that I didn’t come home. She must be furious that I didn’t bother.

I couldn’t return home, not after pinning Lencia against the suite wall and shoving myself into her warm, tight wet slippery pussy.

That high… that rush… it exhilarates me in ways nothing else does. To me, Lencia is Viviana, the woman I fell in love with at first sight, the woman I would cross lines and burn bridges to have.

Just like four years ago.

The plan was perfect. I started it and ended it. Viviana was fulfilled, satisfied, and that was enough for me. She promised me her heart when she returns. And I cannot wait to have her, my Viviana, back in my arms.

But I actually forgot that last night was supposed to be our first night.

Snow’s reminder filled me with regret, but what was done was done, wasn’t it? Besides, we would still have countless nights ahead of us.

And I had already compromised. I was willing to move Lencia to another department, I was willing to placate Snow, to continue giving her status and dignity.

She should have been grateful. Yet the way she looked at me was as if I were a complete.

stranger.

Just moments ago, she had deliberately announced in front of Viviana that we were preparing

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to have pups. How could she let Viviana know something like that?

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I chased after her when she left Mooncrest Pack and ordered her to get into the car, but she ignored me completely.

My patience finally snapped.

I stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. She struggled at once, her strength far greater than I had expected.

“Let me go!” Her voice trembled, but there was not a trace of submission in it.

That only irritated me further.

I lifted her up directly, ignoring her struggles and furious protests, and shoved her into the passenger seat.

I placed my hand on her thigh, nothing more than a familiar gesture. For the past four years, whenever I did this, she would calm down, she would submit, she would try to please me. That was my privilege.

But this time, her body stiffened instantly.

The next second, she violently knocked my hand away, the force so strong my knuckles nearly slammed into the console.

“Don’t you dare lay your hand on me!”

The tone wasn’t coquettish, it wasn’t petulant, it was absolute rejection.

I stared at her for a long moment, the anger in my eyes barely contained. Her coldness, her rejection just now, made my blood boil, this provocation twisting something deep inside me.

After a while, my gaze slowly fell on the wet patch on her chest, the spot where the soup had spilled, and I let out a low sigh.

“Do you want me to drive you to the hospital? You should get it checked,” I said, my voice low, laced with concern.

In my eyes, her body looked fragile, on the verge of collapsing, and I almost reached out to protect her, to let her lean on me even for a moment.

Yet her gaze was cold, and she even turned her head to look out the window.

Rage surged through me. My eyes went cold, and all softness and vulnerability vanished in an instant.

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But the vibration of the phone cut off every thought of mine. The screen lit up–Lencia’s name glaring at me.

I took a deep breath, steadying the pounding in my chest.

Lencia said she was waiting for me at the hotel. Right now, I desperately needed someone to unleash the anger burning inside me. Since Snow refused me, I would have to turn to another

woman.

So, I calmly hung up the phone, and the next second, my voice was sharp and cutting,

“Get out, Snow.”

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