《A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

Vincenzo Dante Volkov:"Good morning, Boss," Evelyn greeted as Venom led her into my office.I glanced up, narrowing my eyes. "So, you didn’t think to mention that one of my properties was rented out in this estate?"Evelyn blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Oh, no, Boss, I did. I had you sign the papers, and I assumed you’d given consent—it's the CEO of Blackthorn Industries who rented the apartment.""CEO of Blackthorn Industries?" I raised an eyebrow, the realization dawning. "The same guy who sent me that invitation?"She nodded, her gaze steady. "Yes, that's him."“Is anything the matter, boss? What's wrong?”I exhaled sharply, irritation bubbling up. "The urge to fire you is getting stronger by the minute. You’re really pushing my limits today."Her eyes widened as I picked up my pen. "Get to work, Evelyn.""Here? Or at the company?" she asked, adjusting her glasses."Seriously?""I'm sorry," she mumbled, quickly heading to her desk."Send me the profile details of this man, al

Victoria Bella Volkov:“Was it that stressful?” Vincenzo asked, massaging my legs. I had actually dropped by the house.“Yes, it is. I'm so stressed, and my feet hurt…” I winced softly.“I’m sorry, pumpkin… I’ve got something to show you…” He leaned towards me for a kiss, but I moved my face away, only to see that he was mad.“Are you avoiding me?” he questioned, dragging my feet to the ground. I screamed loudly, accompanied by a laugh.“Hey, that’s unfair! I want to sleep. I have meetings tomorrow with the heads of departments. Honestly, I’m going crazy…”“Is that why you denied me a kiss? Because you’re going crazy?” he asked."Why don’t you entertain me, hmm?” I sighed, dragging my feet toward the kitchen. “I’m sad—so sad—and I don’t even know why. I’m just tired, stressed, and overwhelmed. Thinking about the Washington family and all the work… it’s too much.”Tiger followed close behind, his hands gently massaging my shoulders. It didn’t help.“Still not feeling better?”“No…”“Co

Victoria Bella Volkov;I was still figuring out the category. Should we focus on luxury, practicality, or a mix of both? These decisions felt endless, but they had to be made.I sighed and leaned back in my chair. The list of employees who weren’t meeting expectations sat on my desk. I planned to let some of them go. There was no room for people who couldn’t keep up.The interns, on the other hand, had done well. Most of their reports were detailed and on time. Maybe it was time to promote one of them to show others what I valued.My phone buzzed. I reached for it, expecting a notification or email. Instead, I saw a message:"Hey Victoria, I have something about your parents I want to show you. But you must come alone."I stared at the screen, frowning. My parents? What could anyone possibly know about them now?The first thing that came to mind was: Who is this?I typed quickly, keeping it short."Who are you?"I hit send and waited. The seconds stretched longer than usual, my mind r

Vincenzo Dante Volkov:“You want some tea?” I asked, looking at her, but she just shook her head.“Bella, you've not had anything since yesterday… Come on…” I coaxed, trying to be patient. She’d been in a haze, her mind clearly elsewhere, and I hated seeing her like this.“I can't. I can't eat, neither would I even take a drink,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, the words laced with frustration. “I still see her smirk. It feels like he’s watching me... I fell into a trap!” LittleMouse’s hands trembled slightly as she spoke, and I pulled her into my arms without thinking.I knew exactly how this felt—the way she was blaming herself. The way she couldn’t let go of the fear, the confusion. It wasn't her fault. She had been manipulated, played by someone I should've taken care of the moment I knew they existed. That idiot had crossed a line, even after I sent him a clear message to stay away from her.“You can stay home today. You don't have to go anywhere...” I said softly

Victoria Bella Volkov:I leaned back in my chair, flipping through the pad Ashley had handed me. A small smile tugged at my lips as I admired the numbers.“This is really good,” I said, almost to myself. “Honestly, I didn’t realize I’d made such a big difference.”Ashley leaned on the desk, grinning. “You’re underselling yourself. If you hadn’t set the example, none of this would’ve happened. The board is thrilled, and with the new wine line launching soon? It’s a massive win.”“Mm, I’ll take your word for it,” I said, scribbling a quick note. “By the way, I’m starving. Can you get someone to bring me a cold cappuccino and a burger? I think better on a full stomach.”Before Ashley could answer, a sharp knock interrupted us.“Come in,” I said, glancing at the door.A young man stepped inside, his face pale and his hands fidgeting nervously. “Ma’am, there’s a... problem downstairs.”Ashley straightened, her brows knitting together. “What kind of problem?”He shifted on his feet, avoidin