Semua Bab THE BRATVA’S BRIDE: Bab 1 - Bab 10

SICILY, ITALY (DE LUCA'S RESIDENCE)The De Luca mansion stood majestically, its stone façade gleaming in the fading light. The sprawling gardens were meticulously manicured, with perfectly trimmed hedges and vibrant flowers that added a pop of color to the otherwise serene atmosphere.Inside, the dining room was set for a lavish feast. The long, ornate table was adorned with fine china, crystal glasses, and silverware that sparkled under the soft glow of the candelabras. The table was filled with risotto alla Milanese, pasta alla Norma, arancini, and caponata. The De Lucas sat down to enjoy their dinner, surrounded by the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. The maids, dressed in crisp, black uniforms with white aprons, served each dish with precision and grace.A throat was cleared in the air, and Ariana's words hung like a challenge. "Why isn't Papà here?" she asked, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and concern. Anastasia, their mother, set down her glass, h

CIMITERO DELLA FAMIGLIA DE LUCAFive days after Giovanni Bianchi’s death, the De Luca family gathered at their private cemetery—rows of marble tombstones standing as monuments to their legacy. The mourners, dressed in black, surrounded the flower-draped coffin. A framed photo of Giovanni sat atop it, marking the grave of the man who had once been their consigliere.The priest began solemnly. “We gather to honor Giovanni Bianchi—a man of loyalty, honor, and service to La Famiglia De Luca. His legacy lives on in those he touched.”The crowd bowed their heads in silence, the weight of grief heavy in the air.Then the priest turned to Ivan De Luca. “Don De Luca, would you like to say a few words?”Dressed in black, Ivan stepped forward, voice strained with emotion. “Giovanni was not only our consigliere, but also my friend, my brother. I often urged him to settle down, but he lived life on his own terms—fearless, loyal, irreplaceable.”His tone shifted, voice cold and fierce. “But his lif

SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA (THE BRATVA’S EMPIRE)The Pakhan’s lavish birthday celebration had ended, the once-vibrant grand hall now emptying of its powerful guests. Laughter faded into distant echoes, leaving behind a wake of quiet farewells and lingering champagne.From the shadows, the La Famiglia De Luca stood observing, their silence cloaked in purpose. Ivan De Luca, Capo of the Italian mafia family, kept his eyes trained on the Pakhan, still at the center of the shrinking crowd. Years of rule clung to the old man like a second skin.“Barino,” Ivan muttered, “is it time?”Barino Moretti, his trusted underboss, nodded once. “The moment is now.”Ronan Marino, Ivan’s personal guard, studied the Pakhan. “The crowd’s cleared. We do this now—before we lose the chance. Giovanni deserves justice.”Ivan’s jaw clenched. “Let’s go.”The group approached with caution. As they neared, Bratva guards Adrian Barinov and Igor Stravinsky stepped forward, barring their path.“I am Ivan De Luca,” the

SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA(THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE)After discussing Mikhail's marriage, Mikhail left, and Sergei walked towards his room. He had already bathed and changed into his robe, the plush material enveloping him in comfort. As he entered his bedroom, he made his way to a hidden panel, cleverly disguised as a bookshelf. With a subtle press, the panel swung open, revealing a narrow doorway.He stepped into the inner sanctum, a room he reserved for his most private moments. The air was thick with the scent of old books and leather. Sergei lit a candle, and the flame danced, casting shadows on the walls. The room was a labyrinth of information, with papers, notes, and photographs covering every inch of the walls.As he stood amidst this sea of information, Sergei's gaze lingered on a particular photograph. It was an old picture of his wife, her smile radiant and her eyes sparkling. He stood there, lost in thought, his eyes fixed on the image.A memory began to unfold, transporting him

NIKOLAI'S PENTHOUSE)Nikolai and Savannah Morozov stepped into their penthouse apartment within the BRATVA Empire, the opulent decor a testament to their status. Nikolai's face twisted in frustration as he yanked off his tie, the silk ripping slightly in his haste. Savannah approached him, though her eyes betrayed her exhaustion."Long day?" she asked, her voice softening as she reached out to smooth the wrinkles from his suit jacket.Nikolai grunted, striding towards the bedroom. "I'll be right back," he muttered, disappearing into the bathroom to freshen up.A few minutes later, Nikolai emerged, looking refreshed. Savannah slipped past him into the bedroom, her voice carrying into the main room. "Dinner is ready."Nikolai's response was curt. "I'm not hungry."Savannah reappeared, her expression concerned. "You need to eat, Nik," she said gently.Nikolai's expression darkened, his voice rising in anger. "I said I'm not hungry! Can't you understand that?" Savannah took a step back, h