All Chapters of The Mute Bride For The Don: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The question caught me completely off guard. “What made you ask that?”“Papa doesn’t let me talk to him about a lot of things,” she said. “Aunt Tanya is not always here. Grandma Anastasia is always too busy to listen. My teacher just teaches me lessons too. No one listens to me at all.” She hesitated. “It’s only when I have mama I’ll be listened to.”My chest tightened. The simplicity of her statement landed harder than any of Tanya’s threats. I reached for her hand, rubbing the back of it.“You can tell me anything you want,” I said. “I’ll listen. I’m not going anywhere.”Sofia looked up, her eyes suddenly bright and dreamy. “Is that like being a mama?”I hesitated, then answered carefully. “If you want to see me that way, you can. I can be someone who stays and listens.”“Can I call you mama too?”The question was soft, almost hopeful, and my chest squeezed harder. I reached out and held her against me.“If it makes you happy,” I said, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, “

“I think I need to go home,” I told him, swaying slightly.“Oh, why?” Worry lined his face. “We just got here, love. Why don’t we wait a little longer? Then I’ll take you home soon, don't worry.” he said.“I really don’t feel well,” I insisted. “I think I need to use the bathroom. Maybe wash my face.”Nikolai pointed to the bathroom, and I stood immediately. As I turned, I caught a glimpse of his smile, but I could barely read it as I forced my legs to move towards the place.People looked at me weirdly as I passed, but I could barely see them over how blurry everything was. My vision drifted in and out and my legs wobbled with each step.Inside the bathroom, the heat intensified. My body felt like it had been soaked with lava and I burned from every place imaginable. I ran water over my wrists and face, trying to clear the strange, rising urgency in my body, but it did nothing to ease the strange, overwhelming heat coursing through me.Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. What t

“Vanya?” She blinked, glancing at the bed and back at me, confused. “She… she should have come back already. She was supposed to return after putting Sofia in bed. Isn’t she with little Sofia?”Anger burned hot in my chest. “And when she didn’t come in, you didn’t think to check in on her? Your own roommate?”The girl started to shiver, her lips trembling as they parted and closed, trying to answer.“Yes or no?!” I shouted, and she flinched, dropping to her knees immediately and rubbing her hands together pleadingly.“I’m sorry, Don, I’m so sorry, I—”Damn her. Damn everyone in this mansion!Lightning struck in the sky. Fuck.I was already moving past her, shouting for the nearby guards to gather and search the grounds for any trace of her.“Vanya!” I screamed her name for the umpteenth time. Frustration and angst bubbled in my chest. My legs were moving, my eyes darting everywhere as lights flicked on and off throughout the mansion. The guards scattered across the property, calli

Ivan.Anger pulsated inside me as the car sped past the other Moscow vehicles, finally breaking away to pull out to the private road leading up to the Petrov estate. Marco was behind the wheel and Nikolai was secured in the trunk, though I wouldn’t give a fuck if we had him tied by a rope and dragged through the mud and dirt behind us. After what he’d dared to do.Beside me, Vanya burned.Whatever Nikolai had put in her system had not faded. She shifted restlessly against the seat, then climbed halfway into my lap, her dress already past her waist and revealing her panties as her hands moved over my chest and shoulders with desperate, uncoordinated movements.Her mouth found the side of my neck, and soft, broken sounds left her. I leaned in and caught a bit of it.“Please touch me. It hurts… so much. I’m so hot.”"Ivan..." her voice trailed off softly.“Touch… me… please…”Each word she uttered drove the wedge in my heart deeper until it fucking hurt to breathe.She grabbed my chin

“This is your fault,” I told her, loud enough for every listening ear. “You let him take you out! You left this mansion. You got drunk, and you let him drug you. He almost had his way with you! What the hell did you think would have happened if I didn’t show up? Speak to me!” She only cried harder, shaking her head, insisting she had pushed Nikolai away, that she had called for me. Anastasia’s voice cut in from nearby. “I told you, Ivan. I always knew that this particular girl was no good. She would never be good for you, Ivan. You’ll regret ever bringing her here.” She turned to me, venom dripping from every word she said. “I think it’s better to throw her out before she does something worse. She is a common whore who spreads her legs the moment the master turns his back.” “Just take a look at her, Ivan. She actually went to Nikolai. Didn’t she say she never liked him? It means she’s just a whore. Look at how she’s behaving. How can you let someone like her be in this place? You wa