All Chapters of Mafia's Rebellious Bride: His Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Nikolai's POV Betrayal is a slow-burning poison. It doesn't hit you like a bullet but seeps into your bones slowly, making you bleed quietly. It taints your soul like no other thing. I had lived in a world where betrayal was currency and blood was often cheaper than loyalty, yet nothing prepared me for the blow I received a few days ago. It cut me deeply and personally. Because this time it is not my ally but someone close who has stabbed me in the back. It is someone inside my circle who had sensitive information and details about our safe house rotation, shipment timings, and internal routes. That kind of knowledge couldn’t come from a rival gang; it came from someone who sat close to me, someone whom I trusted. Since then, I have been trying to track him down but couldn't. Even the surveillance cameras in the house are out of service. I couldn't catch who placed the recorder inside the study. The only person who entered the study before the meeting was Alessia. But sh

"Next week, we are visiting the hospital for the abortion." His words echoed in my head. For a moment, I wondered if I had heard him wrong. Maybe I was hallucinating… but no, the look in his eyes told me otherwise. He meant it. Every single word. I blinked at him, incredulously. How could he even say that? Not even a minute had passed when he claimed the baby was his as well. The soft nature I had seen in the last few days replayed in my head, completely contrasting with the man standing in front of me. Was it all a drama? A manipulation? I cursed myself for thinking even once that he could change. The man who could kill his baby once could do it again. In fact, he was ready for it. "Are you even thinking about what you’re saying?" I asked after a long minute of silence. "I know exactly what I am saying, Alessia," he stated in a firm tone. "How could you even…" I was so surprised that I couldn't articulate what I wanted to say. "This is your baby as well." "I kn

Alessia's POV Outside the mansion, the wind howled like a wounded beast, slapping against the windowpane. The clouds thundered as lightning flashed across the sky. The storm outside the mansion was wild, violent, and restless, just like my heart. I bit my lower lip as I tried to keep my emotions in check. I didn't blink as my eyes stared at the file in my hand; my fingers ran over the corner of a paper absently, but my eyes weren’t really reading anything. These are the exact papers that I demanded from Marco, and I received them this evening. I asked for them myself, but now that they are here, I didn’t know if I had the strength to go through them properly. I leaned back slightly; my mind was at war. After everything that has happened, this is the best solution for me and my baby, yet my heart is in ripples. I feel hollow inside. It wasn't supposed to feel like this. I feel so cold and alone. It seems as if my life is coming to an end, and the storm outside indic

His body jolted slightly as the words left my mouth. It felt as if someone had struck him physically. "What?" He was completely surprised. His forehead wrinkled as his eyes flicked again between me and the divorce papers. "You are kidding me, right?" he asked in disbelief. "I am not kidding you, Nikolai. These are actually divorce papers. I asked Marco for help. He did and delivered them on time." I breathed; my chest felt heavy, "and let me tell you, Nikolai, it's my decision. No one has forced me into this. This is just to clear your misunderstanding." He licked his lips. His head cocked slightly as if he still couldn't believe his ears. For the moment, I shut off all the feelings of my heart. I was only listening to my brain. Slowly, he reached out for the papers in my hand. His fingers trembled slightly as he grabbed them. Silence spread between us as he slowly opened the file. His fingers trembled as they turned the first page. His eyes scanned the bold letters: P

I sighed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. It took me exactly half an hour to get ready. As I went downstairs, I found Marco and Dad already at the breakfast table, waiting for me. “Good morning, princess,” Marco greeted me warmly as he walked up to me and pulled me into a tight hug. “Good morning,” I smiled, wrapping my arms around him briefly before we parted. We then settled at the table to have our first meal of the day. As always, all the dishes were my favorites. Ever since I returned, my family has been going out of their way to take care of me—and the baby. Every little thing is done to make me feel safe and loved, and I appreciate it… even if, deep down, I still feel hollow. I am also trying to have all my meals despite how I am feeling inside.I visited the doctor two days ago. The report she gave wasn’t reassuring. The baby… it’s weak. Too weak. I need to reduce my stress levels and ensure I take all my vitamins and meals on time if I want to keep them safe. Th