All Chapters of THE BRATVA’S BRIDE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

MIKHAIL'S PENTHOUSE The only sound in the dimly lit bedroom was the rhythm of bodies colliding, the echo of moans and gasps tangled with the scent of sweat and sex. The silk sheets beneath them were in chaos twisted, rumpled, soaked in warmth and lust.Donatella rode Mikhail like a storm, her movements fierce and unrestrained. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin with every roll of her hips. The dim amber light from the chandelier spilled across their glistening bodies, his muscles tensed beneath her, her hair cascading like dark flames down her back.“Shit, baby,” Mikhail groaned, voice rough and low, his hand gripping her waist tightly. “You’re getting badder every single time.”His smirk was all dominance and hunger, sending a pulse through her chest and making her move even faster. The sound of their bodies slapping together grew louder, echoing off the walls, each thrust more desperate, more consuming than the last.Donatella leaned down, capturing his mo

SICILY, ITALYThe Morozovs and the De Lucas filled a private dining hall in one of Sicily’s most luxurious restaurants, gathered around a long marble table set with fine china and gleaming crystal. Morning light streamed through tall glass walls, painting the room in a soft golden glow. The atmosphere was bright and easy with laughter and conversation flowing freely, for once unshadowed by business or blood.Ivan raised his glass, his deep voice echoing across the table.“I’m happy we’re doing this more often,” he said, a rare smile tugging at his mouth. “I only hope our next gathering will be under more peaceful circumstances.”The table erupted in agreement as everyone lifted their glasses.“To a peaceful future ahead,” they chorused.But before anyone could take a sip—CRACK!A gunshot shattered the air. The glass wall behind them exploded into a thousand glittering shards. The cheerful laughter turned instantly to screams as bullets tore through the room.Mikhail reacted first. He

Nikolai stormed toward the torture house, his boots striking the ground with heavy, deliberate steps. The metallic clink of his gun echoed as it spun around his finger, a dangerous smirk curving his lips before the weapon slipped from his grasp and hit the floor. He bent to retrieve it, a low chuckle escaping him, dark and humorless. The night air was thick, carrying the faint scent of blood and iron. Denzel walked beside him, silent but tense, his expression unreadable as he led Nikolai to the room where Savannah waited.Inside, the air felt heavier. The dim light flickered above them, casting long shadows across the cold concrete walls. Nikolai’s eyes locked on Savannah the moment he entered. She was tied to a chair, drenched in sweat, strands of hair clinging to her face. Her wrists were raw from struggling against the ropes. When her eyes met his, fear flickered through them before she looked away."Think you can escape me?" Nikolai taunted, his voice calm but sharp, dripping with

PARK OF WATERFALLS MENDILIKHAThe sun shone brightly over the waterfalls in Moscow, casting a soft golden light across the rippling surface. The air was fresh and cool, filled with the gentle roar of the falling water. Mikhail and Donatella’s laughter blended with the sound, light and carefree.Donatella ran along the rocky edge, her laughter echoing as Mikhail chased after her. “You’re too slow, Mr. Morozov!” she teased, glancing back over her shoulder.“Too slow?” Mikhail grinned, quickening his pace. Within seconds, he caught up and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. “Got you now,” he said, his voice low and playful.Donatella laughed, her hands resting on his shoulders. “You’re too fast. You didn’t even give me a chance.”“Then how about another round?” he asked, eyes glinting with mischief.“Fine,” she said with a shrug, already smiling.Mikhail turned around, counting aloud. “One… two…”Before he reached ten, Donatella was gone, her laughter fading behind the rocks. When he