Todos los capítulos de Mafia King’s Regret: Winning Rebellious Bride Back: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Roman drove. He didn’t know how long it had been—ten minutes, an hour, more? The rage inside him blurred time and distance. He just kept going, pressing down on the gas like he could outrun what he felt. The farther he got from her, the tighter his grip on the wheel became.His knuckles were white. His jaw clenched. He couldn’t stop the anger from bubbling up, couldn’t stop the chaos inside his head. A part of him knew—if he’d stayed there a moment longer, he might’ve hurt her. Really hurt her. Whatever she had done, however deep the betrayal felt—he’d make her pay. She deserved punishment, but she will stay by his side, not away.That heartbreak, that betrayal… it was gnawing at him, clouding every thought, every breath. He couldn’t think straight, couldn’t even remember the road he’d taken. His mind was a loop of her face, her lies—if they were lies—and that fucking look in her eyes.After what felt like hours, he spotted a rest area and pulled in without thinking. Tires screeched

Once Caleb left, the silence settled like a weight on Vera’s chest. She sat alone, her breathing shallow, her thoughts racing in every direction but making no sense at all. She tried to hold herself together—but Roman’s words wouldn't stop echoing in her head.Her lips trembled. Her eyes, already glassy, spilled over as the memory hit harder this time. The coldness in his voice. The way he looked at her like she was nothing. And then… the wine.The realization came slowly, tearing her apart piece by piece. Vera gripped the edge of the cushion beside her as a wave of nausea hit. Her vision started to blur, and she felt like the air had been sucked from the room. Her body slumped forward, too weak to fight the pull anymore.She didn’t know how much time had passed, but when Vera opened her eyes again, the room was dimmer. Quieter. The rhythmic beeping from the monitor was the only sound, steady and oddly comforting. A doctor came in shortly after, clipboard in hand. He checked the mon

Vera was wheeled back into the room, her posture limp, eyes dull like someone who’d gone far too long without peace. Her face was pale, lips dry, and yet, when her gaze found Leila and Dimitry waiting inside, something fragile stirred in her expression, a tired smile. She tried to stand on her own, hands gripping the arms of the wheelchair as the nurse assisted her, but her body trembled under the effort. Leila quickly stepped forward, helping steady her. Dimitry watched, quiet but attentive. As she eased onto the bed, letting out a soft exhale, Dimitry spoke. “Just a few more minutes,” he said gently. “We’re shifting you out of this hospital.” Vera looked up at him, brows knitting in confusion. “What? Why?” He crouched a little so they were at eye level. “Because I want you somewhere safer. Somewhere more secure. You’re not just a patient, Vera. You need real protection, and the best care possible.” Leila nodded beside him, her hand resting protectively on Vera’s shoulder. “Yo

Vera had been shifted to another hospital. The room was quieter, more private, but it didn’t make her feel any less suffocated. She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her hand instinctively moving to her belly.There is a life pulsating in her belly, and more importantly, did she want to keep the child?The question barely formed in her mind when a wave of nausea rose sharply in her throat. Her stomach twisted. She threw the blanket off and rushed to the bathroom, barely making it to the sink before she vomited up everything she'd eaten for breakfast just minutes ago.She gripped the edge of the counter, her body trembling. After rinsing her mouth, she splashed cold water on her face, trying to steady herself. Slowly, she reached for a towel, wiped her face, and turned toward the bathroom door.The moment she stepped out, her vision blurred. The floor tilted beneath her feet. She swayed—and would’ve collapsed if not for the strong arms that caught her just in time.She blinked ra

Roman sat on an old wooden chair, the legs uneven, creaking faintly each time he leaned forward. His boots were planted firmly on the cold, damp floor, and his elbows rested on his knees. In front of him, Kade was on the ground, kneeling, shivering as the death dance before his eyes. His body trembled, soaked in sweat, his face streaked with blood. A dark stain on his pants made it obvious he’d lost control of his bladder.The space around them was suffocating. Like a forgotten tunnel—stone walls rough and chipped, the air thick with the smell of damp rock, rust, and old blood. A single vent near the ceiling let in a weak breath of air, hinting that somewhere far above, daylight still existed.A single bulb hung from a wire overhead. It flickered, buzzing faintly, casting jittery shadows across the walls and faces. The light swung slightly.Roman’s face was countered with anger but it was wrapped in something colder. He wasn’t shouting. He didn’t need to. Every movement was calculated