Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chained To The Don: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

NIKOLAI'S POV She smiles brightly for the rest of our trip. We decided to stay an extra day. We went to the beach, we ate, had a blast. She was happier than I've ever seen her.I smile silently. This is all I wanted.A few days later, we head home. We walk hand in hand into Russia, heading toward my house.Today's the day she meets my mother.I'm excited...A little nervous. I know how possessive she can get, and I love my mother.I don't know what she'll do if Mom doesn't like her. What will I do?Shaking my head, I sigh. I have to have faith. Faith in her. I also have a mild taser in case things get out of hand.Hey, my baby is a gangster! If I don't subdue her quickly when she rages who knows what she'll do!"Are you excited?" I ask, as we drive toward my family Manor."Yep!" she smiles to me.My whole family will be there. My whole family. That means Uncle Mikhail and Aunt Tatiana and Sergei and Luna, and of course Darya, and whatever boytoy Luna brings home.Natalia, and Dad a

NIKOLAI'S POV She leans up, I lean down, out lips coming together perfectly, like always. But it felt different. Like magic. Like a blood oath. I'm hers forever. She's mine, forever.And nothing and no one will ever love to get in the way of it.My mother warned me about her. Told me there was something off.I know that. She's batshit crazy, but he's perfect for me.Her father told her that I wasn't good for her. She knows that. But we're happy. And that's all that matters."Now introducing the new Mr. And Mrs. Sokolov!"We smile, kiss. She cups my face. "Finally my Prince."My belly flutters. I love when she calls me that."We're married my Queen. Are you satisfied? Is everything to your liking.”"I love it," She whispers. "And I love you."And for the first time, that's she ever said that, I believe her.I kiss her again.It's dark by the time we get on the plane to go to our honeymoon.We decided we'd go back Figi. Good times those were.Everything was perfect in our lives. We ha

LARISA’S POVThe call comes through encrypted, just as promised.I don’t answer immediately. I let it ring. Three times. Four.Control matters.When I finally press the button, I don’t greet him.“Speak,” I say.His voice slides through the line like a blade drawn slow from a sheath. Calm. Measured. Annoyingly unshaken.“It’s done.”I close my eyes.For a moment, just a fraction of a second, I allow myself to breathe.Done.The word settles in my chest like a stone placed exactly where it belongs.“They went down where you said?” I ask.“Yes.”“No witnesses?”“A few,” he replies smoothly. “But none who understand what they saw. Turbulence. Mechanical failure. Tragedy sells itself.”I hum softly. People are so eager to believe accidents. It keeps the world feeling manageable.“And the bodies?” I ask.There’s a pause this time. A deliberate one.“Recovered where necessary. Lost where useful.”Good.I walk to the window, looking out over Moscow’s lights. The city gleams like a crown of k

ANASTASIA'S POV The office felt too quiet. Too empty. I ran my fingers over the edge of my desk, the polished wood cold beneath my touch. My thoughts raced, circling around a man I couldn’t remember fully. A husband, maybe? Something in my chest ached, a hollow space I couldn’t place. Yet the image was clear—strong, dark eyes, a dangerous aura that made my heart pound for no reason I could name.“Focus, Lady Korovin,” I muttered under my breath. The title felt good, heavy, commanding. My men followed my orders without hesitation. I still had control here. Orders needed to be given, operations needed to be planned. Life didn’t stop because my memories had disappeared. My father’s words echoed in my mind: You have to be the boss. You must forget him. Continue with the Korovin legacy. But forgetting wasn’t easy. Something in me refused to let go entirely. Something in me whispered that he existed somewhere, and that I had to find him, carefully, subtly, without letting anyone sus

NATALIA'S POVPeople always underestimate silence.They think it means absence. Weakness. Emptiness.I learned early that silence is where power waits.I stand in the corridor outside my mother’s study, perfectly still, my back resting lightly against the wall. The house is alive tonight guards shifting positions, doors opening and closing softly, the low murmur of voices that think they are private.They never are.Larisa’s voice filters through the door, sharp and clipped. Controlled. Too controlled.“I told you to delay him,” she says.A man replies, one of her aides, judging by the careful tone. “We did, madam. But Nikolai is asking questions. He wants a name. A face.”There it is.I smile faintly.Nikolai always wants answers. Even when his memory was whole, he had that flaw. Especially then.“And you gave him nothing,” Larisa snaps.A pause. A breath.“We told him the Korovin boss is unreachable for now.”“Unreachable is not good enough.” My mother’s voice drops. “He must not m