All Chapters of 365 Days As The Mafia's Bride : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

NIKOLAII stand at the edge of the bed, staring admiringly at her sleeping, innocent face.I gulp hard and lean down to touch her face, but pause when my phone buzzes.I straighten up and pull it out of my pants pocket. My eyes dim when Tom's message flashes across the screen.I tilt my head to the side and stare at her for some time before turning around for the door.My steps suddenly freeze before I can reach the door.I bite my lip as a thought constantly nudges me.I can't make the same mistake that I made before. I turn around and walk back to the bed, then lean forward and kiss her lightly on the forehead.I straighten up with a sigh as a wave of relief washes down my body.I walk out of the room and down the stairs.“Make something for Mi amor when she wakes up,” I instruct Harris as I trudge to the door.“Yes, boss,” he mutters.I walk out of the house and march to the garage where Tom is waiting for me.His lips stretch into a large smile when he sees me.“Boss,” Tom nods as

NIKOLAIThe moment the doors pull open, a sharp golden light floods the entrance of the cathedral. I raise my head, my eyes squinting at the blinding light.My stomach feels light, and my breath is hanging in my throat, but I don't dare pull my eyes away from the glorious light at the entrance.A familiar figure steps in, blending into the golden light. My heart skips a beat, and I swallow hard, clenching my fist as I watch the slender figure take slow steps into trhe cathedral/All heads turn in her direction, and a heavy silence falls. The light surrounds her, shielding her face and giving her an angelic appearance. She looks like an angel. A fallen angel.My lips curl into a smile, and my chest clenches as the sunlight begins to slip away, revealing the spotless white dress flowing behind her. Her face is covered with a veil, but it still doesn't hide her mesmerizing beauty. I can feel her sharp almond-shaped eyes staring right at me from beneath that veil, and I can imagine he

NIKOLAIScreams fill the air as the second bullet shoots into the air.I stagger back, my heart thumping loudly in my chest as confusion wells up in me.There is no way he can escape police custody unless foul play was involved.I shift my gaze towards Benedict and my chest tightens even more.He kept his word to help him fight against me. I'm not surprised.I turn to face Jesse, my eyes full of so much hate.“What are you doing here, Jesse?” I ask, trying to remain as calm as possible.Jesse laughs maniacally, waving the gun at me.“What am I doing here?” He tilts his head and says, his lips stretching into a wide grin.He licks his lips and shrugs.“I'm here to congratulate both of you on your union,” he says, clapping his hands as he laughs. My chest tightens even more, and the rage intensifies.“The cops will be here soon anyway,” I mutter, sinking my hands into my pant pocket.He pauses, as if realizing what mess he's in. But the next second, he bursts into loud, mocking laughte

NIKOLAI“The defendant is hereby acquitted on the grounds of self-defense.”The loud thud of the judge's gavel still echoes in my head as I step away from the defense table.My eyes dart towards Kaitlyn, and a smile spreads across my face. For over a month, I have been fighting to prove that I was justified in killing Jesse.The evidence was right there, proving that I killed him. My only defense was that I acted in self-defense.It isn't entirely self-defense but revenge at its core.I have slowly turned into a religious man while I was being held in jail.I prayed every day to see Kaitlyn's face again outside this fucking, suffocating courtroom.Kaitlyn lifts her head from her hand and smiles at me, tears in her eyes.I chuckle and begin to walk briskly across the courtroom to meet her.She jerks up and leaps, falling right into my hands.The people who have come to support me cheer, celebrating my release.“I told you I'll come back,” I whisper.“I’m so happy to have you back, hon

KAITLYN“His dead body hasn't been found yet,” I mutter as Tom asks me if I still believe Nikolai is alive.“It's been three years,” Tom sighs.I look out the window, feeling my throat knot, and I look down at my son playing chess with Mr. Harris below.“Yes, it is.” And I am still waiting. Still waiting for him to return to me. Until then, I will not get married again, nor will I let the Lucario throne in the cartel go.“I got a report,” Tom breaks the silence again.I tilt my head to the side, my brows raising in question.“If this is about the Don's petition to give up the Patrón title to another family—”“It's about my boss,” he blurts out, and my lips slam shut.I narrow my eyes, wondering if he is talking about the constant complaint to announce him dead and plan a burial or if it's about…“The assassins have been found,” Tom mutters, and my chest tightens.I let out a gasp, realizing that he is talking about my son, Kai.Someone tried to assassinate him a few days ago. I am su