All Chapters of Blood And Vows : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Mikhail"What do you mean, impossible?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Dr. Reeves glanced nervously at Liliana, whose eyes were wide open. Her face was pale against the white pillows, but her breathing was steady. The sight of her sitting there, so fragile after what she'd been through, made my chest tighten."Perhaps we should discuss this in the hallway, Mr. Volkov," Dr. Reeves suggested.Liliana nodded. I followed Dr. Reeves out, closing the door quietly behind us. The corridor was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls. My hands were shaking, though I tried to hide it."Talk," I demanded.Dr. Reeves pulled out a folder and opened it. The medical charts meant nothing to me, but her expression told me everything I needed to know. This wasn't good news."The blood work shows elevated HCG levels," she began carefully. "But that's not unusual after a miscarriage. The hormone takes time to decrease.""Then what's the problem?""The problem is what I found during the ult

MikhailThe gunfire stopped as suddenly as it had started. The manor fell silent except for the hum of the restored electrical system and the distant sound of my men checking rooms, calling out clear as they secured each area."Status report," I spoke into my radio, keeping my eyes on Dr. Reeves. She stood pressed against the wall, her face white with fear."All hostiles neutralized, boss," Anton's voice crackled back. "Six men down. No casualties on our side."Relief flooded through me. "How did they get past our perimeter?""They cut the power lines first, then used the darkness to breach three different entry points simultaneously. Professional work, but nothing we couldn't handle once the lights came back on."I looked down at the dead man at my feet. Black tactical gear, no identification, expensive equipment. These weren't street thugs or desperate criminals. These were trained soldiers."Did any of them talk?" I asked."Negative. They had cyanide teeth. Bit down and died rather

MikhailThree days had passed since the surgery, and Liliana was recovering beautifully. Her color had returned, her appetite was back, and for the first time in months, she was sleeping peacefully through the night. I sat in my study, reviewing security reports and trying to focus on normal business matters. But my mind kept drifting to Anastasia. Where was she? What was she planning?"Boss," Dmitri knocked on the door. "The night patrol reports are in.""Anything unusual?" I asked, not looking up from the papers."All quiet. No suspicious activity, no unknown vehicles. It's been peaceful."Too peaceful. In my experience, peace usually meant someone was planning something big.A soft sound made me look up. Footsteps in the hallway, light and careful. I checked my watch, it was 17 minutes past two in the morning. Everyone should be asleep.I reached for the gun in my desk drawer and moved silently toward the door. The footsteps were getting closer, coming from the direction of the ma

MikhailFour months had passed since the last threat against our family. Four months of peace, prosperity, and building an empire that stretched across three countries. The Volkov name was whispered in fear and respect from Moscow to New York. My title as The Reaper traveled far, making even the deadliest politician pee his pants. Those who crossed me rarely lived to tell about it.But tonight wasn't about fear or business. Tonight was about celebrating life with the woman who had made it all worthwhile."Are you sure about this dress?" Liliana asked from the doorway of our bedroom, smoothing down the silky black fabric that hugged her curves perfectly. "It feels... revealing."I looked up from adjusting my cufflinks and felt my breath catch. The dress was stunning, a backless number that showed off her smooth skin, with a neckline that was just provocative enough to make every man in the room want her, but classy enough to remind them she was untouchable."You look perfect," I said,

MikhailI woke before dawn, my body still humming with the adrenaline from last night's confrontation. The declaration of war against Giuseppe Torrino had been a long time coming, but now that it was here, I felt a familiar calm settle over me.This was what I was born for. This was what made me The Reaper.Beside me, Liliana stirred in her sleep, her dark hair spread across the white pillowcase like spilled ink. Even in sleep, she was breathtakingly beautiful, high cheekbones, full lips, skin like porcelain. But it was more than her beauty that captivated me. It was her strength, the way she'd evolved from a frightened victim into a woman who could watch me break a man's bones without flinching.She was perfect for this life. Perfect for me.I traced a finger along her bare shoulder, and her eyes fluttered open."Good morning, beautiful," I murmured."Mmm," she stretched like a cat, her body arching against mine. "What time is it?""Early. The sun's not even up yet.""Then why are yo