7 - Shadow of Obsession Pt.2
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**Third Person POV**
Marcus furrowed his brows, feeling uneasy as he processed the news. He glanced at his girlfriend, Snow, before asking...
"My brother helped Ice get into Sazte Modeling Management?"
His voice held a mix of curiosity and concern. After speaking, she gave a slow nod, as if trying to confirm the information herself.
Snow noticed his reaction and tilted her head slightly.
"You don’t seem happy about it. Why?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.
Marcus let out a small sigh and shook his head.
"It’s not that I’m unhappy," he explained, though there was a hint of doubt in his tone.
"I just find it strange that he recommended Ice after he found out she’s your sister."
A deep frown formed on Snow’s face. A troubling thought crossed her mind, making her feel uneasy.
"Could it be that he’s interested in Ice?" she asked hesitantly. Her heart pounded at the possibility.
"You know what kind of person Demetri is, Marcus. I don’t want him adding my sister to the list of women he’s played with," she admitted, her voice filled with worry.
"Sorry if I sound like I’m overthinking things, but I can’t help it. She’s my sister."
Marcus sighed again, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I understand how you feel," he said softly.
"I’ll talk to him about Ice. I just want to make sure she doesn’t get involved with him. My brother… he doesn’t exactly care about a girl’s age when it comes to dating," he added, his voice trailing off.
Snow’s eyes widened in shock.
"Are you saying he—"
Marcus met her gaze with a serious expression.
"Snow, I know you have fears when it comes to your sister’s safety," he said gently.
"But don’t stress yourself too much. Let me handle this. You need to calm down." His voice was soft, reassuring.
Feeling comforted, Snow stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her fiancé.
However, what they didn’t know was that someone was watching them. From an upstairs window, a pair of sharp eyes were locked onto the couple. Demetri stood in the shadows, gripping a glass filled with alcohol as he observed their interaction. He had been standing there for a while, listening, watching.
Slowly, he swirled the liquor in his glass before drinking it all in one gulp. His jaw clenched as his gaze darkened. The moment he saw Snow lean in and kiss Marcus, something inside him snapped.
His fingers tightened around the glass, his knuckles turning white. Without a second thought, he hurled it at the large mirror in his room.
*CRASH!*
The loud shattering sound echoed through the house.
Marcus immediately pulled away from the kiss, his body tensing.
Snow flinched, her eyes wide with fear.
"W-What was that?" she asked nervously.
Marcus hesitated, his eyes flickering toward the house. He didn’t want Snow to worry, so he forced a smile.
"It’s nothing," he assured her.
"Come on, I should take you home before the rain gets worse."
Snow hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded.
As they walked toward the garage, another loud noise came from inside the house. It sounded like furnishings being thrown around. Snow and Marcus both stopped in their tracks, looking up at the second floor... right where Demetri’s room was.
Marcus sighed, shaking his head in frustration. He’s throwing another fit.
"Don’t worry about it," he said quickly before Snow could ask.
"Probably just a rat or something."
He forced a chuckle, hoping to make light of the situation. The last thing he wanted was for Snow to find out just how violent his brother could be.
Before she could ask anything else, he gently took her hand and led her to his car.
—--
The drive back to San Diego Paz was smooth, and fortunately, the rain didn’t catch them on the way.
Upon arriving at Snow’s house, Marcus decided to stay for a while.
"You should have dinner here, Marcus. I already cooked for tonight," Snow’s mother, Amara, offered kindly.
Marcus smiled.
"That sounds great, Tita. Thank you."
Snow followed her mother into the kitchen, helping her prepare the plates. As they worked, Snow couldn’t shake off the uneasiness in her chest. A sudden thought made her turn to her mother.
"Mom, has Ice come home yet?" she asked.
Amara shook her head.
"Not yet," she answered.
"She texted me earlier. She said all the buses were full, so she couldn’t find a ride."
Snow bit her lip, feeling even more anxious. The rain had caused a transportation problem, making it hard for people to get home.
Dinner passed quietly, but even after they finished eating, Ice still hadn’t arrived. Snow tried calling her multiple times, but her sister’s phone was unreachable.
Just as she was about to call again, the sound of a car horn came from outside.
Snow rushed to the door, her heart pounding, and her mother followed close behind.
Outside, a sleek white Lamborghini Urus was parked in front of their house. Snow’s stomach twisted as she saw Ice stepping out of the luxurious vehicle.
"Kuya Demetri gave me a ride home," Ice explained with a tiny smile.
"He saw me at the motorcab terminal and offered to take me home since there were no rides."
Snow’s grip tightened as her eyes flickered toward Demetri.
"Come inside, Kuya Demetri," Ice said cheerfully.
Without hesitation, Demetri accepted the invitation.
Inside the living room, the four of them sat together. Amara soon returned from the kitchen, carrying a tray with hot coffee.
"You two are brothers?" Amara asked, glancing between Marcus and Demetri.
"No wonder... you both come from a beautiful bloodline," she said, smiling warmly.
Demetri gave a small, unreadable smirk before casually glancing at Snow.
For a moment, their eyes met. Snow immediately looked away, but Demetri noticed her stealing small glances at him. He smirked again, placing his cup down.
A brief silence filled the room before Marcus cleared his throat.
"It’s getting late. We should go, Kuya," he said, breaking the tension.
Amara nodded.
"Take care on your way back."
The two brothers stepped outside. As soon as they reached the gate, Marcus turned to Demetri, his expression serious.
"Out of all the women in the world, why are you targeting Snow’s sister?" he asked bluntly.
Demetri chuckled softly. If only Marcus knew… Ice wasn’t his real target. It was Snow. He had lost his temper earlier because of what he had seen, that Snow kissing Marcus. That single moment had been enough to send him into a fit of rage.
"I’m not interested in her," Demetri said casually, opening his car door.
"You better not be," Marcus warned, his voice firm.
"She’s too young for you to mess with."
Demetri’s smirk widened.
"Whether I’m interested or not, that’s none of your business," he said confidently.
"I always get what I want."
Their eyes locked in a silent battle, neither willing to back down.
As Demetri slid into his car, a single thought echoed in his mind.
‘I will f**k hard soon... the girl you adore the most.’
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