All Chapters of The Bratva Don's Forced Bride & His Secret Baby: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Anya’s POVAs a little girl, I had always imagined my wedding. The long beautiful white gown, strangers drooling as I walked down the aisle to meet a man who looked at me like I was the miracle he prayed for.But here today, that was not the case.The white gown I was wearing only seemed to itch me, just standing close to Nikolai had me cursing under my breath, and yet I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with this man—a very short time I guessed.The priest begins in Russian. I barely hear the words. My pulse pounds against my ears.Do you take this man?I almost laughed.Nikolai Vetrov was not a man, he was the devil. It was no secret that the Vetrovs were cannibals; their bloodline had produced some of the most monstrous men in Russia.“You may now place the ring on the bride’s finger.”Nikolai looked at me. “Give me your hand, Anya.” He says solemnly.I refuse to move, fear crippling me. If I got past this stage, there was no going back; I will be married to him for life. T

A week ago…Anya’s POVHaving five daughters and no son is the equivalent of being doomed as a Career politician in Russia, and if my father had known it would turn out this way, he might have adopted a son twenty years ago at least.My father, Dmitri Sokolov, was hosting a gala for Moscow’s elites today; it was not unusual in my family. What was unusual was him summoning all of his daughters in the morning of that day.He cleared his throat before he spoke. “For the past forty years since I took over from my father, I have protected this family and its interests, but now our enemies are growing stronger. The Barinov family is becoming a bigger threat with every rising sun and we cannot sit back and watch their power and influence grow unchecked.”From the look in his eyes, I could tell my father, the ruthless power-hungry Oligarch was scared, and whatever scared Dmitri Sokolov would certainly put me in a wheelchair; that was how serious it was, but not to me.I have never been one to

Nikolai’s POVI walked into the Headquarters of the Vetrov group of companies, I had been gone for four years and everything looked out of place.My brother Luca was clearly not holding this place up to the standard our father had left it. And how could he? He was never interested in this life, he wanted to study and get a career outside of the Bratva, but I convinced him to stay.Now Luca is dead, and while I am not sure between our two sworn enemies, the Sokolovs and the Barinovs, which was responsible for his death, I have taken it upon myself to find out the truth and get justice for him. I owed him as much.With Lev, my second in command, by my side, I walked into the meeting room where ten older men were waiting for me around the long table. They had been arguing between themselves before I walked in and the room went cold.“Mr. Vetrov, welcome back home.” Sergei Volkov, the chairman of the board, said to me in a rush of words.I hummed and silently took my seat. Lev was standin

Nikolai’s POVI was sitting at my office, reviewing shipment routes from Istanbul for our products when my mind drifted again.It has been four years since the incident with Anya happened. I know she hates me for what I did, but maybe she would hate me less if she knew why I did it.I woke up that morning and watched her sleeping. She was so innocent, so young, I couldn’t bring her into my life. Her future was better off without me.I was darkness and everything I touched withered, I had never wanted a person as badly as I wanted her, but I was wrong for her. I knew I would ruin her if I stayed and so the best thing I could do for her was let go.So I ran as far away as my legs could take me. I did it all for love, I left the country and my family so I wouldn’t hurt her. The farer I went, the safer she was.And in that journey I tried discovering myself, I tried becoming a better man. Maybe if I became worthy of her, I could come back. But I never found that man, China, Korea, Iran, V

Nikolai’s POVWhen I got home in the evening, Anya was yet to return. I had asked my men not to follow her so as to give her the benefit of the doubt. We had a deal, why would she go back on it?I quickly turned on the tracker I had linked to her phone and asked my driver to follow. Before long it led me to a bar.I was surprised, of all the places I expected to find her; a bar did not cross my mind for a split second. What was she doing here?I walked in and found her sitting at the counter, and then there was the useless bastard flirting with her.When she saw me, she got off the stool and staggered, her breath stank of alcohol, and she could barely stand on her feet.“You are here,” she fell into my arms, struggling to keep her eyes open.I groaned. “You know if you wanted to grab a drink, there is a whole bar back at home, right?” I grumbled in a low voice.He murmured something I couldn’t make out, wearing a mischievous smile on her face. Like a toddler drunk with milk.“So you a