All Chapters of Forced To Be The Mafia's Bride: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Over the next few days, Anatoly was different. He always came home at four in the evening. Even if he had back-to-back meetings, once it was past four on the clock, he always rescheduled it to come back home. And he never came back alone. He brought gifts for Nadia - the latest designer dresses, perfumes from different brands. Anatoly always wanted to be around Nadia all of the time. His extra attention on Nadia was suffocating for Nadia. She always liked her own space in the few hours that he wasn't around. But now it seemed he was always looking forward to coming back home and finding her in his house, waiting for him like a living wife. And each time he came home, he always brought gifts from big bouquet of flowers, to the latest dresses and shoes to perfumes and the things girls her age would fawn over. But Nadia knew Anatoly was only happy and excited lately because he believed he was going to have a son. He was showering so many gifts on Nadia because he thought she would give

Anatoly waited for Nadia to say something but Nadia was still too stunned to speak out a word. What was going on in her head was why Anatoly came back and what did he want and why did her situation have to be this complicated. Her heart was beating so fast that her ears vibrated but she still didn't say anything. Anatoly took another step, now entering into the living area. His eyes fixed on Nadia before they went down to stare at the small bag in her hands. “I asked you a question, Nadia. Where were you thinking of going?” Anatoly was controlling his temper as he came close to her. Nadia swallowed, dread washing over her features as she began to take some steps backwards. “I... I was going to my aunt's house,” Nadia spoke but Anatoly tightened his jaw, indicating that he didn't buy her lie one bit. And instead he became more annoyed that she lied to him. “I'll ask you again, Nadia. Where the hell were you going without telling me?!” Anatoly growled at the end and grabbed her arm,

The doctor was flashing the small flashlight in his hand into both of Anatoly's eyes. He peered open one eye and then the other eye. “Everything looks stable and... you do look fine.” The doctor said with a satisfied smile and turned off the flashlight in his hand. He turned around to face Cadenza and Vladimir. “His vitals are stable and his vision is clear. So he will be just fine other than the head injury.” Cadenza and Vladimir were both standing in Anatoly's hospital room. Cadenza finally exhaled out a sigh of relief while Vladimir smiled a little. Anatoly had been awake for more than an hour now. His face was blank as he stared up family boring creamy white colored ceiling. He recalled everything. Every single thing that had occurred before he now woke up on a hospital bed. He recalled Nadia. How she kicked him in the balls and even smashed a vase over his head. And how she dared to even hold a cadenlabra and hit him with it before it all went dark. He recalled her lies. How

Nadia couldn't sleep at night. And when the morning came, she still felt restless. Her eyes always darted towards the front door of Natasha's home, already imagining that Anatoly would suddenly show up and kill her. Ever since Darya got the call that Anatoly wanted to speak with her, Nadia was anything but calm. Her phone was seated next to her on the couch and every few seconds Nadia would look down at her phone for Darya's calls. But since yesterday evening when Darya left for the mansion, she hadn't contacted Nadia yet and Nadia was left wondering about it. She wondered if Darya would be caught and that Anatoly would figure out everything. She took deep and slow breaths and rubbed her belly, feeling even more anxious about her life and life of her unborn baby. Natasha stepped out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup. She caught Nadia anxiously straining her neck while still keeping her eyes at the door. “Nadia, dear? I'm sure everything is fine.” Natasha could tell how disturbed

Flashback “Sister Aria! Look, look!...” Seven years old Anatoly rushed into his sister's bedroom with excitement, his smile so wide and cheerful as he tightly held his test paper results. Twelve years old Aria was busy on her diary. She was seated on a chair and didn't hear when Anatoly entered her room. Anatoly came to her left side and tried to get her attention again. “Sister Aria! Look... Look at my midterm tests. I got a perfect one hundred.” Anatoly's innocent eyes beamed with excitement. He always loved showing his sister all of his little achievements. It was because of Aria that Anatoly had made a decision to become someone known and great when he would grow up. But Aria wasn't paying attention. Anatoly pouted and then tapped her on her arm. His voice had softened a little when he called out to her and it was only then that Aria blinked and turned around. She was surprised to find Anatoly in her bedroom before she now took off her earpiece from her right ear. “Hey, Anat