All Chapters of The Don's Replacement Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Valentina's POV “Hurry up!” The harsh voice bellowed in my ears. I quickened my steps even as the weight of the bag in my hands slowed me down.“Once I get to the car, I'm leaving,” dad's voice came sharply. He was ahead of me, a hand in his pocket as he strutted.“Come on dad, please,” I paused as I had to drop the bags. The groceries were heavy and he knew it. We were supposed to take two trips to put it in the car but he decided I should take everything— and still catch up with his long steps.I quickly reached for some of the bags and rushed to the car. “Please dad,” I begged as I took the second trip to get the remaining groceries, “please do not leave yet.”Just as I reached the bags, a car sped by, the tires screaming against the asphalt, a raw metallic shriek that ripped through the air.I gasped as I watched the car skid to a halt, right by dad's side before the engine died. What… why were they by dad's side?All my words vanished when the front door of the car opened and a

Valentina's POV Tyres screamed against the asphalt, the sharp familiar screech as the car came to a halt. I froze, my limbs going numb as the car engine died and then all I heard was footsteps. Immediately, I stood to my feet, dashing to my window.And there they were.The two familiar figures I saw earlier today were here except guards were behind them and the lady was flicking a glistening knife in the air.She turned and I dodged just before she could catch my frame. They shouldn't see me. I couldn't let them see me except the deal with Camila was settled.Instantly, I dashed behind my bedframe, clutching my arms around myself, an action I used to do when I used to wait for my mum while she worked all day to care for me.Immediately, I heard voices from the living room. “Don Nikolai,” I heard dad's voice.“My payment or a bride, Harry. Which one do you have for me?” The calm, deep voice, followed.“A bride.”“Bring her.” The order came and all I heard was the clicking of shoes. I

Valentina's POVThe venue wasn't built for love. It was built for power. A private estate sat at the edge of the water, cut off from the rest of Miami like it existed by its own rules.Tall iron gates guarded the entrance, men in black stationed at every point still watchful , hands resting on their weapons.White marble floors stretched endlessly beneath towering ceilings, polished to a shine that reflected the crystal chandeliers hanging above. Rows of seats were arranged with precision, not comfort. Dark suits filled them. From outside, I could hear them speak, just low voices, measured and controlled, like every word was being weighed.“Having trouble walking?” The guard behind me asked as we reached the entrance even as the whole venue stretched ahead of me.“I don't want to do this,” I cried as I held onto the bouquet in my hands. “I don't want to do this. Camila should be here. Not me. Please.”“The Don is waiting,” the guard whispered. “Go in. Now.”I swallowed a shaky breath