All Chapters of Chained To The Don: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

ANASTASIA’S POV I laughed, letting the sound fill the room. “So… that’s it? You’re my husband?” Nikolai’s jaw tightened, eyes narrowing but calm. “Yes.” “Oh, Nikolai,” I said, shaking my head. “Do you even realize how ridiculous this all looks? You, calling me your wife when I don’t remember you? When I don’t even know what this… this relationship is supposed to be?” “You don’t remember me,” he said quietly, deliberately. “But that doesn’t change how I feel. I don’t need my memory to know that I care. I don’t need my memory to know you’re mine.” I blinked, surprised. “…Mine?” “Yes,” he said, stepping closer, voice low, deliberate. “Even if you don’t remember, even if I don’t remember everything, my feelings, my instincts, my decisions, they are all yours. They’ve always been.” I crossed my arms, smirking, trying to hide the tension curling in my chest. “Well, isn’t this convenient. We don’t remember the past, we don’t know each other, but somehow, you just know.” “Y

NIKOLAI'S POV The door hadn’t even finished closing behind Anastasia when I turned back to them.The silence she left behind was suffocating, but I didn’t give it time to settle.“This ends now.”Elena stiffened first. Larisa followed more slowly, her face already hardening into that familiar mask of control.“You will not speak to me like that,” Larisa said coldly.I stepped forward. “I will speak however I like. You’ve both pushed far enough.”Elena scoffed, crossing her arms. “This is because of her, isn’t it? One appearance and suddenly you’re throwing everything away?”I turned to her fully, my gaze sharp. “There was never an everything to throw away.”Her eyes widened. “Excuse me?”“You were never my choice,” I said flatly. “You were a contract. A strategy. And it’s over.”Larisa slammed her palm against the table. “You don’t get to decide that alone!”I laughed—once, humorless. “Watch me.”Elena’s voice shook with anger. “You stood there and humiliated me in front of her.”“No

NATALIA'S POV The phone rang.I answered immediately.“Yes?” I said, already standing.There was no greeting on the other end. Just breathing. Controlled. Careful.“Well?” I pressed. “Did she die?”“She survived.”The word hit harder than it should have.“…Say that again.”“She survived the crash. She’s in the hospital. ICU, but stable.”I closed my eyes slowly.“You’re telling me,” I said evenly, “that after everything, after the brakes failed exactly when I instructed, after the speed, the impact, the timing—she survived?”“Yes.”My grip tightened on the phone. “And Nikolai?”“He arrived within minutes. He’s still there.”That did it.The glass in my hand shattered against the floor. I didn’t flinch.“Useless,” I said softly. “Every single one of you is useless.”“We followed your instructions—”“And failed,” I snapped. “Do you know what happens when you fail me?”Silence.“Disappear,” I said. “If I see you again, you won’t need an accident.”The line went dead.I stood there, ches