Semua Bab Mafia King’s Regret: Winning Rebellious Bride Back: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Vera’s eyes flickered toward the building ahead—the hospital’s tall, white frame rising like a quiet sentinel against the morning haze. She exhaled slowly, fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. Today was her scheduled annual checkup. It should’ve been just that, routine, normal, but nothing felt normal anymore. That night had carved itself into the ever-growing collection of memories she wished she could forget. But she couldn’t. The sound of the gunshot still buzzed in her ears, like it had buried itself into her skull. The stench of blood, the cold floor, the silence after—it had all blurred into one long, awful moment. But what lingered most wasn’t the violence. It wasn’t the dead bodies. It wasn’t even the fact that she’d pulled the trigger.It was Roman’s words.His voice, quiet, cold, final. You’re just like me.She had always braced for Roman’s anger, his cruelty, the physical distance, even the nights that left her crying into her pillow with no explanation. But th

Vera paused, pen hovering above the scattered papers on her desk. She looked up, caught off guard by the sharp edge in Roman’s voice.He dragged a chair across the floor and sat opposite her, his boots landing with a soft thud. Before she could settle back, he leaned in, elbows resting on the table.“You didn’t tell anyone you’re married,” he said flatly.Vera blinked. “Everyone knows.”Roman’s jaw tensed. “That kid wants to marry you.”She glanced down, pretending to focus on the documents in front of her. Her fingers smoothed the folder as if it needed organizing. But Roman’s eyes didn’t move from her face.“I don’t like to share what’s mine,” he said quietly.She looked up, genuinely confused. “He’s just a kid.”Roman’s voice dropped, low and steady. “He won’t stay a kid.”Before she could answer, he stood and walked around the table in two quick strides. Reaching behind her chair, he spun it to face him. Vera’s breath caught. The desk pressed into her back as he leaned in, close e

Vera’s heart skipped, then thudded heavier in her chest. Her eyes narrowed before she could help it. They were seated close, closer than casual. Luciano’s hand moved up slowly, gently tucking a strand of Lilith’s sleek hair behind her ear. She smiled, leaning into the touch with effortless familiarity. Their fingers brushed, then lingered, their hands resting between them on the table. A touch that didn’t belong to strangers or friends.It was intimate. Vera swallowed hard. She hadn’t meant to see anything—didn’t want to know anything. Whatever tangled threads existed between Roman and Lilith were already enough of a mess. She had no desire to add Luciano to the equation, but something about it didn’t sit right.Luciano was grinning in that half-lazy, half-calculated way of his, saying something that made Lilith laugh quietly. She leaned forward, her hand brushing his again.Good thing, they didn’t notice her. They were too absorbed in each other, too comfortable to bother scanning th

Vera’s knees buckled, and she sank to the floor, the cold seeping through the thin fabric of her dress. Tears spilled freely now, unguarded and relentless. She cried until her chest ached and her vision blurred. The weight of the pain was unbearable—too much to carry, too much to fight.Maybe a lifetime wouldn’t be enough to understand Roman—the man who ruled her life like a shadow she couldn’t escape, a storm she could never calm.Her sobs grew quieter until exhaustion overtook her. She curled into herself and finally, she slept on the cold floor, broken and defeated.Far away, in the dim light of his office, Roman poured a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid trembling in his hand. He stared into it, but the drink offered no relief. He couldn’t bring himself to let her go. The thought alone was unbearable. He didn’t know how to make her happy. Didn’t know how to tell her what he wanted—or how much he needed her to feel the way he did.He wanted her to be jealous—not of some random man

Leila stood in front of the full-length mirror, the delicate ivory fabric of her wedding gown cascading in perfect folds around her. Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the edge of her veil, but Vera was already there, steadying it with calm hands.“You look perfect,” Vera said quietly, securing the final pin in place at the crown of Leila’s dark hair. “Like something out of a dream.”Leila let out a breathless laugh, her eyes gleaming with emotion. “I feel like I might throw up.”“That’s normal,” Vera replied with a small smirk. “Just don’t do it on the aisle. It’s hard to recover from that kind of first impression.”Leila swatted her arm lightly, then turned toward her, taking in the sight of her best friend. “God, Vera… You look stunning.”Vera wore a floor-length olive green dress—light and elegant, with a fitted bodice that flared gently at the waist. The color brought out the rich undertones of her skin and made her eyes look sharper, brighter. Her long dark hair had b