Todos os capítulos de The Bratva Don's Forced Bride & His Secret Baby: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Anya's POVI was debating if to sit by him in front or with her in the back as we came out of the house, only to find a driver waiting by the car and I laughed softly.Of course he called for a fucking driver, which meant he intended to stay with her in the back. Well, I didn't want to be near them anyway.As we walked to the car, I went straight for the front seat and climbed in next to the driver. I heard the back doors open and close. Nikolai was back there with Sofiya."Is everything okay?" I heard her ask in a small voice.“Yeah, why?” Nikolai replied.“Oh, I just thought Anya looked upset." She mouthed."Upset? No, no, everything is fine," Nikolai told her. "She’s just had a long day. Right, Anya?"With a slight hesitation, I answered. “Yeah, everything is fine.”A long day indeed; one with my husband constantly tending to another woman and forgetting I exist.I stared out the window, staying silent as we drove through the city. I could hear them chitchatting behind and giggling

Nikolai's POVYou know how they say life throws a new problem at you the moment you are done solving the old one? Okay, maybe nobody says that, but it's how I feel right now.Anya didn't bother to stop even in my presence, she just folded a sweater with jerky, aggressive movements and tucked it into the corner of the bag.I shut the door and rushed inside immediately, dragging the cloth off her hand. “What are you doing?” I asked in fear.She sighed and looked up. "Don't look so worried, Nik. I’m not running off again, I have no plans of hopping on a plane or disappearing, so just relax.""You are not leaving, then why are you packing?" I asked with inquisitive eyes."I’m moving back to my room, Nikolai. I think it’s better that way." She said and went back to packing.Hearing that, I felt a heat of frustration rising in my chest. "Why? What is the point of that?"Anya let out a dry, bitter laugh and gestured to the massive bed behind me. "Isn't it obvious? This is our matrimonial roo

Anya's POVEven with the alcohol in my system, I couldn't sleep much last night. To make myself useful, as well as keep my mind too busy for depressing thoughts, I went downstairs to the kitchen early in the morning, joining Yelena and the chef to make breakfast. The smell of frying bacon and fresh coffee usually calmed my nerves, but today, my hands were stiff as I helped Yelena plate the fruit.“Are you sure you are fine, Anya? You know you can just sit back and let me handle the rest.” She said.I reassured her with a smile. “I am good, Yelena. Don't worry about me.”The chef had already left and I sent the maids away, insisting to do the plating myself.Perhaps the reason I didn't get much sleep last night was because I kept expecting Nikolai to knock at some point, come in and apologize, maybe even have sex with me like we planned to after the date. But the night had passed in a deafening silence.I was reaching for a stack of napkins when the kitchen door swung open with a viol

Anya's POVI don't know why I was so scared but my heart was hammering inside my chest. I stayed crouched on the floor for a few more seconds, subconsciously counting to fifty before daring to peel myself off the wall.I took a peek over the windowsill again but this time the driveway was empty. There was no one there; Sofiya was gone.A cold chill settled in my bones. Now I was certain that Sofiya was up to something. I didn't have the full picture yet but she was definitely not the innocent sick woman she was pretending to be.Just this morning no one had seen her leave, then she came back claiming she went on a run and talking about how she was suddenly feeling better.Aside from the fact that her miraculous recovery was questionable, how do you leave the house without a single person seeing you except you didn't want to be seen? And if she didn't want to be seen, that means she was definitely doing something sketchy.My mind burned with curiosity, I knew I couldn't just take this

Anya's POV"Anya! Stop right there!" Nikolai called as he chased after me.It felt like deja Vu; doing the same thing all over again. Just this morning, we had been in this same position, arguing over the same person.I ignored him but not for long as he soon caught up and grabbed my arm, spinning me around to face him."Stop walking out on me, Anya! What the hell was that supposed to mean?" he demanded, his voice echoing in the empty hallway. "‘I am done.’ What does that even mean?""It means I’m leaving, Nikolai," I retorted. "I’m moving out.”“Moving out to where?” He frowned.“I don't know! Maybe to a hotel, maybe to my father’s or even a house of my own. I don't care. I just won't be in this house when whatever Sofiya is plotting finally happens.”Nikolai groaned, dragging a hand over his face. "Anya, for the last time, she isn't plotting anything. A few days ago, she could barely walk down the stairs without trembling. You’re talking about heavy bootprints and secret phone calls