บททั้งหมดของ THE BRATVA’S BRIDE: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 129

He stayed there for a long while, sitting beside her, his fingers entwined with hers. The machines continued their steady rhythm — a fragile reminder that she was still there, still fighting. And for Mikhail, that was enough to keep hoping. As Mikhail stood to leave his mother’s room, the quiet hum

SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA (THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE) The grand hall of the empire was alive with laughter and music as the Bratva celebrated the return of Sandra Morozov. The room shimmered with opulence, and guests from powerful families, including the De Lucas, filled the space. The air buzzed with exc

PARK OF WATERFALLS MENDILIKHA The 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. Do

Adrian slowly raised his hands, his voice calm but edged with tension. “Fine. We’ll surrender.” Beside him, Natalia nodded, her expression tight with quiet despair. A low, mocking laugh cut through the silence, echoing off the walls. Both of them turned toward the sound. From the shadows, a tall

"Shit!," he groaned, his breath hot against her ear. He yanked her hair, forcing her head back, exposing her neck. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as he pounded into her, each thrust harder than the last. His fingers found her clit, grinding it in a way that made her see stars. She was close,