All Chapters of Bride For The Blind Don: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Amber.My brain was still reeling.Trying to catch up to the chaos that had just exploded in the foyer.The hatred Julie carried for me wasn’t just deep. It was bottomless.She’d gone far enough to kidnap her own granddaughter, all to twist Zeden’s love into something that would finally break me.All to prove I didn’t belong here.My head throbbed like someone had taken a hammer to it.I clutched the front of my nightdress tighter.My knuckles white against the silk, as if holding the fabric together could keep me from falling apart.Zeden’s gentle shove still stung. Not because it hurt physically, but because it was deliberate.Careful, but distant.His footsteps had already faded up the staircase, followed by the loud slam of our bedroom door.By the time I reached the top, he was in the bathroom.The door was ajar, steam curling out, light spilling across the floor.I leaned against the frame.My forehead pressed to the cool wood, straining to hear anything. Water running, his b

Amber.The horror in front of me still hadn’t settled.My brain kept stuttering over the sight of Irina.Chained, blood-streaked, half-naked, whimpering for death like it was the only kindness left.Part of me wanted to feel sorry for her.Another part, smaller and darker, wanted to pick up something sharp and drag it across her skin the way she’d done to me.The thought made my stomach lurch, but it was there.Real and ugly.Zeden’s voice cut through the fog.“Take off your nightwear, blondie.”He said it again, calm and low, like he was asking me to pass the salt.My feet stayed rooted.“What?” My brows pulled together so tight it hurt.“Yes.” He stepped closer, crowding me without touching. “Take it off. Didn’t you say you trusted me?”“There’s no reason for me to strip in front of her, Zeden. Or even here.” My arms wrapped tighter around myself. “If you want to punish her, do it. But I’m not… I can’t do that to someone. Not even her.”He moved behind me, slow and deliberate, u

Zeden. I couldn’t scrape Rukov’s words out of my head.They kept circling like vultures, picking at every rational thought I tried to hold onto.Marisa alive?The woman we both burned in that car wreck?The one whose funeral I held for the second time? The one I stood through like a statue while my mother wept crocodile tears for the cameras?Bullshit.Pure, poisonous bullshit.I was furious.More than furious.The kind of anger that made my hands shake and my jaw ache from clenching it all night.I’d wanted to wake Amber the second I got back from the warehouse, crawl into bed beside her, and apologize for dragging her into that nightmare with Irina.But she was already asleep, curled on her side with her back to me, and I couldn’t bring myself to disturb the small peace on her face.So I’d just lain there, staring at the ceiling, listening to her breathe while my mind tore itself apart.By the time the sky outside started to lighten, I couldn’t take it anymore.I needed to see for

Amber.My head was throbbing so violently it felt like someone had taken a hammer to the inside of my skull and kept swinging.Every beat of my pulse sent sharp little cracks through my thoughts, and none of them made sense.Pieces of last night kept breaking loose. Zeden’s cold voice, the way he’d dragged his mother down those stairs, the blood on his knuckles, the casual way he’d admitted he’d killed Irina like it was just another Tuesday morning task.How could he be so ruthless?I knew he’d been ruthless with me once.I knew he could still be if he chose to.I’d tasted that side of him more than once, but this?Talking about ending someone’s life like it was just another item on his to-do list?How could he stand there and decide who breathed and who didn’t, like God himself had handed him the gavel?I was standing in front of the mirror now.Just a few minutes after Zeden had left, I’d headed straight to the bathroom, needing the hot water to wash away the smell of the warehou

Amber.We pulled up to the Rossi mansion.It’s sprawling stone facade just as imposing as the last time I’d been dragged here like a prisoner. Back then Zeden had nearly killed Enzo in cold blood while I stood there, treated like nothing more than his disposable toy. Today I was his wife.Pregnant with his child, yet the memory still left a bitter taste on my tongue.I’d tried to change into something more modest before we left, but Zeden had shut that down with one sharp look. So here I was, stepping out of the car in the same revealing outfit I’d worn to mess with his head earlier. The long slit in my skirt kept parting with every movement.Flashing too much thigh. I quickly tried to tug the fabric back together with my free hand.“Leave it,” Zeden said the moment I stood beside him. His voice was low, rough with something darker than anger. “I don’t give a fuck who sees it like that.”“Zeden, you should have let me change,” I muttered. “I could have worn a proper dress.”“