บททั้งหมดของ THE BRATVA’S BRIDE: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

MOSCOW, RUSSIA (MIKHAIL'S PENTHOUSE) Mikhail didn’t say a word on the drive back. The car was silent except for the low hum of the engine, but his grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles pale. Beside him, Donatella sat stiff, her body still trembling from the night’s events. Her fingers

Her fingers slid into his hair, combing through the thick strands until her fingertips met his scalp. She massaged slowly, almost absently, but the effect on him was instant. He closed his eyes, his breathing slowing, the tension in his jaw easing. He would never admit it out loud, but God—he loved

He was hard behind her—so hard—and the solid length pressing against her made her eyes widen in silent shock. If that was going inside her soon… she wasn’t sure she was ready. His right hand began to trail lower, slow and deliberate, until he cupped the heat between her thighs. Her knees weakened.

“He had an illegitimate child—hidden from everyone. And then my father… died. Not in battle, not in the streets—poison. A strong man taken down by a coward’s trick. The investigation led us back to Luca. Everyone wanted blood, especially me. “When we caught him, I was ready to kill him, but he begg

Igor froze mid-step. “Now,” Nikolai continued, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction, “what’s left is ending the Pakhan once and for all. Then let’s see how Mikhail plans to become Pakhan. Besides, Dedushka hasn’t announced him as heir. Everyone thinks it’s me—and that’s exactly how it’ll be.”