Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Bratva Don's Forced Bride & His Secret Baby: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Nikolai's POVAfter Anya left, the house felt as quiet as a graveyard. I sat at the head of the long dining table, staring at a plate of food I hadn't touched. Every time I looked at the empty chair at the other end, the image of Anya walking out with her suitcases flashed through my mind.The silence was broken by the soft footsteps of one of the maids. She stopped a few feet away, her head bowed."Sir," she whispered. "I tried to take Ms. Karpova’s dinner to her, but she wouldn't open the door. She hasn't come out of the room since you returned.” She announced.I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment, rubbing the bridge of my nose. Guilt gnawed at me from both sides. I was mourning the possible loss of my wife, yet I couldn't ignore the woman who had spent five years in a hell I couldn't even imagine.After the humiliation at Anya's friend's apartment and my shouting, it was clear Sofiya was spiraling again. She was fragile, and the events of tonight had likely triggered another pa

Nikolai's POVI was sitting alone in my study room, nursing a glass of bourbon when my phone vibrated on the table.I reluctantly picked it up and took a look but it was a number I didn't recognize; clearly encrypted and untraceable.I set the glass down and picked it up. "Who is this?" I asked."Am I speaking with Nikolai Vetrov?" a gravelly, low voice asked.“It depends. Who are you and how did you get this number? And don't expect me to ask a third time.” I retorted impatiently.“Aha, I think I am speaking with the right person then. I was told that patience was not your strongest suit. My name is Mikhail Sazonov, ring a bell?”I froze as I heard that name, my memory quickly refreshed. He was the sniper guy from the Chyòrnyy predél mercenary group.“Mr. Sazonov.” I muttered, curious to know what he wanted.“Yes, the very one you have been wrongfully hunting for months. I didn't kill your brother, Mr. Vetrov.”“Hmm…” I hummed, calmly taking a sip of the drink. “Is that what you have

Nikolai's POVI drove all the way back home in a rush. As soon as I arrived at the estate, I went in search of Sofiya but I ran into Yelena on my way.“Master Vetrov, is everything alright?” She asked with a look of concern.“Where is she?" I demanded, my voice echoing off the marble. "Where is Sofiya?""Um… I am afraid that Ms. Karpova hasn't returned, Sir," Yelena answered.“And have you tried reaching the maid that you sent with her?” I queried. “Look at the time, Yelena. It's dark already.”“No Sir, I thought maybe they weren't done out there, and she has an escort with her. I will reach out to the maid immediately.” She said.As housekeeper, Yelena had control over all domestic staff, except the security personnel.She took out her phone and dialed the number, it rang but there was no answer. She slowly looked up at me with worry etched on her face."The maid, Galina, She isn't answering, Sir."A cold, hollow feeling opened up in my chest. “Of course she isn't answering.” I mutte

Nikolai's POVFifteen minutes after driving out of the estate, I arrived at the docks that Sofiya had told me about. Anya's words kept ringing in my head and a small part of me was also starting to believe, but it wasn't worth the risk.I had failed Sofiya once, I couldn't afford to fail her a second time.The dock was quiet when I arrived, aside the sound of the water lapping against the piers. I looked around but there was no sign of anyone, that reassured me. I quickly found the warehouse that Sofiya told me about. I drew my Glock, my thumb flicking the safety off before I slowly pushed the door open.The warehouse was dark and almost empty but even if there was something in it, I couldn't see for sure."Sofiya?" I whispered. “Are you here?”There was no response at first and so I tried to reach for my phone to turn on my torchlight, but just then I heard her voice.“Nikolai?”I looked up immediately, my eyes darting to the direction of her voice. That was when I saw her; just a f

Nikolai's POVAnya ran straight to me, pulling me into a fierce embrace. She pressed her face into my shoulder, and I felt her hot tears against my skin."Nikolai," she whispered, her voice trembling. “I am so glad that you are alive.”I leaned my head against hers, closing my eyes. "My love... you have no idea how happy I am to see you."She pulled back just enough to look at me. "Let me guess, 'you owe me your life' kind of happy?" she asked, a small, watery smile breaking through her distress.I let out a weak, dry chuckle that hurt my chest. "Something like that. Maybe even more."I leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss, I didn't mind the salty bitter taste from the sweat. After a few seconds of savoring the moment, we broke apart, both of us breathing heavily, and she quickly scanned the floor. “I see the keys,” she said and snatched it up.“Great, because I have a feeling these chains won't be sawed off without leaving me paralyzed.” I said and she laughed while fumbling wi