All Chapters of Forced To Be The Mafia's Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“This is our hotel. One of the best in town.” Valerie threw her dyed golden hair from one shoulder to the other as the car pulled up in front of one of Russell's hotels in the city. Anatoly stepped out into the dry heat of Madrid. And Valerie stepped out next but immediately hissed at the heat. “Now this is why I hate visiting Madrid during this time of the year. It's so hot that I fear my skin will suffer heat burns. Let's quickly head inside.” Anatoly took his time in surveying the area and location where the hotel was built. He had wanted this kind of hotel because of its unique and not the typical straightly constructed kind of architecture. The hotel was huge, tall and reaching the clouds with over seventy floors. And it's design was done by a unique and known architecture who was famous for not always knowing how to draw straight lines. Anatoly had his eyes on this hotel for more than a year now with his next project in mind for expanding their underground business here in Spa

Nadia smiled and took a picture of Riona. She looked so cute in the beautiful pink dress. It was already evening and Nadia had gotten ready. The make-up artists did their work on her and made Nadia a completely different woman. And a few times Nadia would look at the mirror again to be certain the woman in the mirror was actually her. Nadia didn't know if Riona was invited as well but she knew she couldn't leave her baby all alone. Over the past months, Riona had grown more sensitive and aware of her surroundings. And the only person she knew all the time was Nadia. If Nadia wasn't around then Riona always cried as she felt unsafe without her mother. Anatoly didn't come home after it was past six and Nadia felt Riona feeling sleepy. But then after half an hour, the telephone rang and it was from Anatoly's secretary. She called to inform Nadia that the meeting at the office had ended late and that Anatoly wasn't coming back. Nadia was also informed of a car arriving to pick her up and

The slap echoed in the dark silent hallways. And for a few long seconds, Anatoly's face was still whipped to the side. He was stunned and he couldn't stop blinking as if replaying the event again and again in his mind. And slowly, he turned to look at Nadia. The shock on his face had vanished and now bloody anger surfaced. But Nadia wasn't scared anymore. She wasn't going to let him think that he could hurt her anymore. “I've had enough. I've had it up till here and I'm tired of trying!” Nadia gritted carefully as not to disturb Riona from her sleep. Nadia looked at Anatoly and continued. “How dare you walk through that door and ask me why I left the party? Are you serious?! What do you take me for? A complete fool and an idiot?! Because I'm done playing that role.” Anatoly was shaking with anger but at the moment no words came out of his mouth. He still seemed shocked by the hard slap and the slap still stung his cheek, nearly missing him by the eye. Nadia couldn't help the tear

“You?! What the hell are you doing here?!” Riona became startled and Nadia had to pat her back to calm her and prevent her from crying. “Lower your voice, Ivanova.” Nadia didn't have a smile on her face when she looked at Ivanova. It was because of her that Nadia's life had been ruined right from the very start of when she'd been forced to marry Anatoly. “Excuse me? How dare you tell me to lower my voice! This is my fucking house and I can yell out as much as I want!” Ivanova gritted but Nadia didn't want to stay there. She felt Riona's expression turning into a small pout and about to cry from Ivanova's screaming. “Hey, what's the yelling about?” Leslie came down. She was half ready but had to come downstairs after hearing Ivanova's yelling. “Mind your own fucking business!” Ivanova yelled again before darting her eyes back to Nadia. “Why are you here, Nadia? Have you come to further rub salt in my wounds? To tell me that you are living the luxurious life by being Anatoly's wif

Anatoly swirled the clear golden liquid in the tumbler. He watched the sun slowly rise up in the morning. The once dark study was brightening up at around seven in the morning. Anatoly loosened his tie further and gulped down the remaining liquor before looking at the now empty bottle on his desk. His entire body ached from lack of sleep. But he continued to stare at nothing in particular. And he couldn't stop thinking about Nadia walking out on him. About her looking him in the eyes and telling him how she wasn't going to look back once she'd left him. But Anatoly didn't know why he believed that Nadia would walk in through that front door at any moment. And even though his ego wouldn't admit it, he knew the reason he didn't dare go upstairs to have a shut eye was because he was expecting Nadia to come back and apologize to him for slapping him and realizing that she was nobody without him. And that her daughter was also nothing without his name. But the night drew to a close and t