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CHAPTER 12

Author: Joss Austen
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-09-10 00:38:16
NIKOLAI VOLKOV

Still on that damned night after leaving Angeline at Dunyavin…

The docks were a scene of war. Destroyed crates, fleeing tire marks, the smell of smoke and salt water in the air. My men walked among the wreckage with the dejected air of those who had failed. Sergey approached, his face carved in hard lines.

"It was all of them, Pakhan. Methodically. As if they knew every route, every schedule, every weak point. They attacked with precision, as if they knew that at that moment yo
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  • Máfia's Hated Bride   CHAPTER 170

    NIKOLAI VOLKOVTwo years had passed.The twins were almost three years old — an age full of energy, discoveries, sudden tantrums, and hugs that could melt any man. Ângelo was quieter, more observant, with the same dark blue eyes and that silent intensity of someone who analyzes the world before acting — the same intensity Angeline defined. Yelena, on the other hand, was pure chatter and fire: she ran through the house giving orders, laughed loudly, and already showed an independence that filled me with both pride and worry at the same time. She was so much like her mother.I had changed. I had not become a saint — the beast still lived inside me, always alert, ready to destroy anyone who threatened what was mine. But the blind fury, the pathological jealousy that had almost destroyed everything… that was behind us. We had learned to trust. To talk before anger decided for us. To respect each other’s limits.Angeline had become an unstoppable force. Her project had grown beyond every e

  • Máfia's Hated Bride   CHAPTER 169

    NIKOLAI VOLKOVThe months that followed were the happiest of my life. Being finally forgiven by Angeline, watching her tear up and throw that damned divorce paper into the fire, lit an incredible warmth in my chest.But as always in our lives, happiness never comes completely clean, and it always exacts a price.In the months that followed, the threats did not stop—on the contrary, they intensified.Even with the strengthened alliance beside Elizaveta, Angeline’s work continued to unsettle the old clans. Men who for decades had treated women as merchandise saw in her foundation and in her voice a direct threat to their power. Reports arrived almost every week: whispered conversations, secret meetings, plans to “silence her.”“They want to silence you,” I told her one night after reading another report. We were in the office, the low light illuminating her determined face. “And they won’t hesitate.”“Then we won’t give them that chance,” Angeline answered, holding my hand. “I’m not goi

  • Máfia's Hated Bride   CHAPTER 168

    ANGELINE HARRINGTONThat night, after Ângelo and Yelena finally fell asleep, Nikolai let me know he wouldn't be back for dinner. "Business," he said only, with that tone I knew so well. I apologized to Mila and stayed alone with my thoughts. I always knew what those "business" meant. Nikolai was the Pakhan. That would never change. And, as much as it hurt, I had to accept that, to keep our family alive and safe, he would have to continue being the monster the world feared.Hours later, through the large living room window, I saw the headlights cutting through the darkness. Dimitri got out of the car first, followed by Nikolai. Even from afar, I could see the dark stains on their shirts. Blood. My chest tightened, but I took a deep breath. It wasn't the first time. Nor would it be the last.I went up to the bedroom before he entered the house. I didn't want to face him yet. A few minutes later, I went down to the garden. It was summer, and the night brought a pleasant chill. The scent

  • Máfia's Hated Bride   CHAPTER 167

    ANGELINE HARRINGTON From that moment on, I don't remember much. I felt that moment, like those when the mind goes blank. And everything passes in a blur to spare us from the pain. What I remember is what came after. My father's funeral was beautiful. All organized by Nikolai and by my father's right-hand man, who was more than an employee, he was a friend. I couldn't understand or do anything anymore — I was just an automaton. I only remember the white flowers everywhere, the soft music, the people who admired Nathan Rothschild coming to pay their respects. I barely saw. Barely heard. The world seemed distant, blurred, unreal. Nikolai didn't leave my side. He held my hand during the condolences, squeezed my shoulder when my legs weakened, kissed my forehead when the crying came uncontrollably. That was when I began to notice. One by one, they arrived. Women I never imagined seeing at a funeral. Women I had helped in recent months — some with tears in their eyes, others with faces

  • Máfia's Hated Bride   CHAPTER 166

    ANGELINE HARRINGTONThe two days that passed were a true torment.Living there with him stirred up everything we had lived through and left me totally vulnerable to the feelings I had never forgotten. Not during the mornings, because at those times we didn't see each other. From dawn until night, I spent the day working at my father's company, and he at his businesses.But the nights… all the longing I had already felt for months for Nikolai's body, for the desire, for his want of me, was now stronger. My body burned for him. And I felt that he felt the same thing for me.And I felt it on the very first night I arrived there, after kissing my children goodnight, he also came in and did the same. Playing with Yelena's delicate hair and with Ângelo's little face while both slept. Then we left the babies' room together in silence.But as soon as we left, he said:— You have no idea how many nights I wished for this ardently — he spoke with an intense look.— To be able to say goodnight a

  • Máfia's Hated Bride   CHAPTER 165

    ANGELINE HARRINGTONI returned to the car with a lighter heart, but the apprehension still weighed on me. The threats continued. The alliance with Elizaveta was a step, but not a solution.When I arrived at Nikolai's mansion — which was once ours — I felt strange. I had left all that behind almost ten months ago, but I still felt I belonged to that place, even though I was no longer his wife, although officially I was still Angeline Volkov.I was still thinking heavily about this when I set my bag on the sofa.That was when Yulia appeared in the hallway, her face pale.— Ma'am, little Ângelo has a fever. Very hot.My heart stopped.— Call the doctor. Now. — I ran to the twins' room. Ângelo was red, panting, his eyes glazed. Yelena looked at her little brother, confused, her lips trembling as if she were about to cry. They were still very much babies — only eleven months — but they were very attached, as all twin siblings are.I called Nikolai. He wasn't home yet — he knew I would arri

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