All Chapters of The Bratva Don's Forced Bride & His Secret Baby: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Anya’s POVI was feeling much better after spending this morning with Nikolai. The anxiety had died down, which helped me focus on other things.I told Nikolai that I had a plan to lead my father into Lev’s hands and so as soon as I got home, I began working on it.For it to work, I needed to get Irina to agree to it, her support was the most crucial aspect of the plan. I remember big sister Katerina used to oversee my father’s security detail before they left the house, so since Irina was playing that role now, she could easily install our man in the team.Irina picked up at the first ring.“Hey,” I said calmly.“Anya… Did you see him? Is everything alright?” She asked in concern.“Yes, Ree. Thank you again for that, it meant a lot to me.” I replied in genuine appreciation.“Sure, what are sisters for?” She chuckled. “Don’t overthink it, Nikolai isn’t some helpless dude, you seem to forget that. Your husband will be fine and he will be home soon.” She said in reassurance.“I hope so,

Author’s POVYes, still me. Last one, I promise!Haha!**The moment Anya got Lev’s notification that they were bringing Dmitri out, she knew it was time to move.“Dad is coming, I have to go, Iri. Remember, he can’t suspect that this was all an act, so you have to play your part when he gets out here. Act terrified.”“Yeah, I get it.” Irina said, still struggling to process everything Anya had told her.Anya nodded. “Thank you for this, Iri. You have done so much for me that I don’t even know how to repay you.”“You can do that by sparing father’s life,” she said softly. “Now please go before he sees you.”Anya nodded and then ran off. Going up the walkway, she hid behind a stack of crates just before the front door opened and Dmitri was matched out by the armed guard.“Father!”Seeing him, Irina got down from the car and ran past the man who was holding a gun to her head in order to hug Dmitri. Although it was all part of the act, she was glad that he was fine.“Baby, are you alrigh

Anya's POVThe D-day has finally arrived. We were sitting before a judge in the court of appeal. The case was heard swiftly and then the judgement. My heart raced, wondering if the lower court’s decision would be upheld.“While the charges under Article 210.1 are severe, the prosecution has failed to establish a flight risk that justifies pretrial detention for a citizen with such economic ties to the city. The previous order for a two-month remand is hereby overturned! Bail is set at ten million rubles, to be paid in full by the end of the business day.” The judge announced.“Yes!” I unconsciously screamed in excitement before immediately apologizing.A collective gasp rippled through the gallery, murmuring and shutter sounds of cameras from reporters present.Just then I spotted Maskim arguing with one of his lawyers in the front row before barging out of the courtroom. His face was red with anger.I thought he had left but after Nikolai’s release was processed, we walked outside ha

Nikolai’s POVI could see the hurt and pain in Anya’s eyes as she complained, but I had to stand strong in gentle opposition. Between the two women, she was the healthy one and could deal with a few days of discomfort. Sofiya needed me more than Anya did.“Answer me Nik, why does it have to be you?” She asked again.I let out a weary sigh before speaking my mind. “Because it is my fault that she is this way. I am taking responsibility because I did this to her, every scar on her body, every nightmare and trauma she goes through, it was all my fault, Anya.” I confessed.“What?” She muttered softly.Anya immediately cupped my face. “Listen to me Nikolai, that is not true. You weren’t the one who kidnapped her, you didn’t shoot or abuse her. Don’t blame yourself for this, don’t start thinking it was your fault or it will eat you up.”“But it is the truth, Anya. It is my fault, I would be lying if I said otherwise. It doesn’t matter who held the gun or who fired the bullet,” I countered.

Anya’s POV“Hello,” Sofiya said to me the moment she sat down. Her voice was thin, little more than a whisper.I felt the muscles in my face lock. I had to force the corners of my mouth upward into a smile. “Hey. How are you feeling?”“I feel much better, thank you.” She said with a smile of her own, her fingers tightening around Nikolai’s hand on the tabletop.I clenched my jaw as my eyes rested on their joined hands. Even if unintentional, this woman was baiting my rage with her actions and I had a feeling it was only getting started.Nikolai noticed my reaction and purposely coughed, he then reached for his coffee, letting go of Sofiya’s hand to pick up the cup.I felt relieved. At least he was sensible enough to try not to hurt me more.The maid stepped forward and dished the meal for three, then she stepped back to a distance, waiting for when she was called upon.The silence in the room was awkward but I tried to turn my attention to the food. The aroma hit my nose and I couldn’