Semua Bab Mafia King’s Regret: Winning Rebellious Bride Back: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The music shifted to a melodic tone, meant for couples. Guests were now gathering around the floor, dancing in pairs while the newlyweds continued to sway in the center. Vera was still seated, lost in the warmth of Roman’s touch when he stood and extended his hand toward her. “Come.” Her eyes widened slightly. “What?” He didn’t repeat himself. Just kept his hand outstretched. Vera hesitated, glancing around at the crowded floor, the elegance of the guests, and the formality of the setting. “I don’t think I can dance like that,” she said under her breath, unsure of his gesture. “Not in front of everyone.” Roman leaned down, “Then don’t think. Just follow me.” Her lips parted to protest, but the look in his eyes stilled her. There was no pressure, no mockery. Only quiet intensity. And something deeper—something that made her chest tighten. She placed her hand in his. He led her gently toward the stage, cutting through the soft light and crowd as if none of it mattered. And mayb

Vera splashed cold water on her face, gripping the sink’s edge as she stared at her reflection. Kade’s voice still rang in her ears.I don’t plan on losing again.Her fingers clenched the marble. The air had felt too heavy. It wasn’t just fear. It was something deeper—history she had buried. A version of herself she never wanted to face again. She dried her face and stepped out quietly.The house was quieter. She entered the bedroom, shutting the door behind her, and froze. Someone was sitting on the edge of her bed.Her breath caught. His jacket was off, sleeves rolled to his forearms. He sat like he was waiting. Not impatient—but purposeful.“Sorry,” she said quietly, still trying to calm her heart. “You scared me.”He didn’t respond right away. Just looked at her.“You disappeared during the event,” he said.“I needed a moment.” Roman nodded slowly, as if he’d expected that. Then his gaze sharpened. “You looked... uncomfortable with Kade.”Vera moved to the vanity, pretending to ch

The time Vera stepped out of the cab and pushed open the old iron gate of the NGO, the sun was already low in the sky, bathing the yard in gold. The children’s laughter rang from the back garden, a sound that never failed to soften the edges of even her most anxious thoughts.Rose was sitting by the porch steps, a clipboard in hand, going over the weekly expense sheets. She looked up and frowned when she saw Vera’s expression. “You’ve got that look.”Vera cracked a breathless smile. “What look?”“The I-did-something-crazy-and-it-worked look.”Vera held up a rolled set of papers in one hand. “I got us the funding.”Rose’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? Already?”Vera nodded. “Orion Enterprises approved our proposal. They’re transferring the full amount by tomorrow morning.”Rose shot up. “You’re serious?”“As a heart attack.” There was a moment of stunned silence before Leila grabbed her in a sudden hug. “Vera! This is huge!”They pulled apart as some of the other volunteers came rushing o

Vera stood frozen.Kade took a step forward, trying to close the distance between them—but she instantly stepped back, her hand twitching near her waist as if to shield herself, her gaze sharp and unyielding.“Don’t,” she warned, her voice low and tense.Kade paused, smirk curling on his lips. “Still fierce,” he murmured. “I always liked that about you.”He tilted his head, studying her like prey, before muttering with a dark undertone, “Now you’ll do whatever I say.”“I won’t,” she snapped. “You can’t make me do anything.”“Oh?” His eyes gleamed as he slowly walked back to his desk. “Is that a challenge, Vera?”He pulled open a drawer and retrieved an envelope—neat, thick, and sealed. With a flick of his wrist, he slid it across the polished surface toward her.She hesitated, then snatched it up, tearing the seal with shaking fingers. Her breath caught.Photos, old, but hauntingly vivid. Her and Kade, young, laughing in school uniforms. One picture—she was hugging him, their cheeks t

Vera changed out of her clothes and slipped into a soft nightie, the silk brushing her skin like a whisper. The house was still. She’d lived alone before—months of silence, of distant footsteps from maids she barely saw, and guards who rotated so often their names never stuck. But things had changed. For a while now, Roman had been coming home. Staying longer. Even if he didn’t speak much. Even if his presence filled rooms with tension instead of comfort—it had still meant someone was there.Someone who would come if she called.But tonight, the house felt unfamiliar again. The silence felt deeper. The shadows are heavier. She stood in front of the window, arms wrapped around herself as her thoughts spiraled. Kade’s threat from earlier kept replaying in her mind—his voice cold, measured, and absolute. This wasn’t what she imagined when she thought of escape. This wasn’t supposed to be the trade-off for surviving.Her throat tightened. She got into bed, pulled the covers up, and stare