บททั้งหมดของ THE BRATVA’S BRIDE: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The room fell into a hush, the whispers spreading like wildfire. Donatella's smile was a thin-lipped affair, her eyes glinting with malice. "I know what you're all thinking. What a beautiful couple. A perfect alliance. The De Luca principessa and the Bratva heir-joined in holy matrimony." She paused

The silence between them was oppressive, heavy with unspoken threats and unmet demands. Donatella's eyes flashed with defiance, but she didn't back down. Slowly, she took a step forward, her eyes never leaving the book. She reached out and collected it, her gaze flicking to the cover. The word "CONT

"What has my family gotten themselves into?" she wondered, feeling a mix of emotions. She thought about the struggles she had faced, the compromises she had made, and the pain she had endured. And now, seeing Savannah in such a state, made her question everything. As she arrived at the empire, she

That dress should’ve been mine. That spotlight. Him. She watched the way Mikhail stood beside Donatella, And when Mikhail had said, “My love,” Not when she knew Mikhail. He wasn’t the type to say things he didn’t mean. Her jaw clenched. Her vision tunneled. She stared at Donatella as if she could

One message. Vera: I miss you. His jaw tightened. His fingers curled into a fist before he flung the phone back onto the seat with disgust. The nerve. Just as he approached the turnoff to his penthouse, the phone buzzed again. He groaned and snatched it up. Vera: Your wife isn’t home. The bloo