All Chapters of Mafia King’s Regret: Winning Rebellious Bride Back: Chapter 111 - Chapter 115

The guards stepped back at her nod, their hands loosening the ropes from Roman’s wrists. Vera didn’t look at them her focus was only on him. She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a folded document. She placed it on the table between them, and a pen rolled to the edge.“Sign it… and you’ll set me free,”Roman’s eyes dropped to the words—Divorce Agreement. The muscles in his jaw flexed, but he didn’t speak. His fingers, trembling from pain and exhaustion, reached for the pen. Vera’s breath caught as she watched him. She told herself this was what needed to be done—that this was mercy. And yet, her heart hammered against her ribs as if it knew she was lying to herself. He didn’t rush, as though the seconds before his signature were the last he could hold on to her.Then, with a sharp stroke, his name bled across the paper. Vera’s vision blurred. She stepped back, clutching her hands together so tightly her nails dug into her skin. Roman looked up at her, his gaze steady despite

Vera parked the car at the entrance of the mansion. The gates stood open, and laughter carried from the porch. The moment she stepped out, Leila came running, arms wide. “Finally! We were waiting forever.” She hugged Vera tightly before pulling back to look at her. “You’re glowing, doctor.” Vera chuckled softly. “Glowing or exhausted?” “Both,” Dimitry teased as he appeared behind his wife, tall and relaxed. He bent to kiss Vera on the cheek. “Four whole days of peace. We’ll make it count.” “Where’s Viktor?” Vera asked. “Inside, pretending he’s not excited,” Leila whispered with a grin. They walked in together, and Vera’s steps slowed when she saw the man in the wheelchair. Her father—once so imposing—looked smaller now, but his eyes brightened the second they met hers. “Verochka,” he said, voice rough but warm. “You came.” Vera moved quickly to him and knelt, taking his hands. “Of course I did, Papa. Did you think I’d miss this?” His lips curved faintly. “Never.” He squeezed h

Vera sat on the couch, watching Misha as he stacked his building blocks. The room was quiet except for the soft clink of wood and Misha’s humming. She let herself relax in that silence, pretending the world outside didn’t exist. Pretending she didn’t have to face anyone tonight.Her phone buzzed on the cushion. She glanced at it, hesitated, then answered.“Vera,” came the warm, teasing voice on the other end. “Are you ready? Can I come?”Her lips curved faintly, though she tried to keep her voice steady. “I’m not.... I just… don’t feel like going tonight.”“You mean the gala? Vera, come on. You worked too hard for this moment. People will want to meet you, hear from you.”“I’m fine here,” she said softly, watching Misha set another block on his tower.“Fine?” he chuckled. “You call sitting in a hotel room while everyone else is celebrating fine? That doesn’t sound like you. What’s the real reason?” She pressed her lips together. The real reason sat heavy in her chest, a shadow she cou