All Chapters of The Mute Bride For The Don: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

I shook my head slowly and moved closer to her. “No, baby. There’s no need for you to see her like that. The memories and all of that aren’t necessary. Focus on yourself, and the baby.” “It doesn’t matter,” she said stubbornly. “I still need to see her.” “No,” I said, my voice dropping colder than I intended it to. “Vanya, look at you. You’re still so weak right now. The shock of this news alone put you in this state. How do you think seeing her lifeless will affect you then? It could kill you, and I will not risk it. If you die, Vanya, I’ll go to any length to bring you back. So please, baby, I’m asking you to stay here and let me handle the rest. I’ll be back soon. It’s just us now, Vanya. We have to focus on building new memories and moving forward together. I can’t risk losing you, too.” She finally relented and gave a small, reluctant nod. I kissed her forward and left. Karena met me in the hall. I left her instructions with very clear orders. She was to ensure that Vany

He hesitated, clearly scrambling for some greedy amount to call and my eyes darkened. “I heard you’ve been running from debts and owing a lot of people money,” I said in a low, lazy voice. “It’s likely you also owe Massimo a significant sum to be scrambling around like a rat in front of me, which explains your current predicament rather neatly.” My voice hardened, mockery lingering behind as my lips curled into a dark grin.“You think running from me puts you somewhere safer? You left one devil and walked straight into a worse one’s den. You’re too stupid to see the cage around you.”Confusion flickered across his face, but it was brief before his stubbornness returned. “I want what you owe us,” he insisted, “You have to pay what you owe. You bought my sister.”I stepped closer, and the grin on my face slipped away, leaving nothing but coldness in his wake. “Listen very carefully, Arman. If you want your money, if you want whatever it is I owe your family,” I said, “tell me where your

Ivan.I stood at the window of the bedroom with a cigarette burning between my fingers as I watched the front gates from afar.But inside, my brain and mind were working overtime. Usually, I wouldn’t give one fuck about matters such as this, but it had been four days. It had been four days since the meeting in that run-down casino, and Arman was yet to show up.My hand paused, with the cigarette halfway to my lips as a sudden thought struck me.Had he decided he did not need the money after all?No. I scoffed, shaking the thought off instantly. I’d seen the look in his eyes, and the eyes, they never lie.Arman needed the money badly, and I knew he’d definitely come no matter what. It was only a matter of when.“Ivan?”I flinched as a gentle touch landed on my bare shoulder and Vanya moved to stand by my side. I hadn’t heard her come in, and she looked curiously at my face before glancing past me, into the grounds beyond.“When did you come in here?” I asked.Her brows furrowed. “W

“Yes, of course, Vanya’s pregnant,” I confirmed, glancing upward at the staircase. “She’ll be downstairs in a minute. You are going to be an uncle soon, Arman, isn’t that amazing?”He hesitated. I stepped closer, my voice dropping as I dipped my right hand in my pocket and spoke softly to him. “Come, brother, let’s have a talk.”He straightened with forced courage despite the obvious fear still on his face as he finally started to move toward me.I guided him toward the dining area, gesturing toward the drawn-out seat.“Sit. The servants will serve you food soon.”“I’m not hungry,” he said, glancing at the seat suspiciously and then back at me, his mouth tight. “I just want the money.“No,” I insisted, “You look very hungry. You’ll have to eat,” I said. “You’ll need strength for this conversation. I know Massimo hasn’t been feeding you well.”“I’m not eating,” he refused firmly.I sighed, but did not insist on it again. “So tell me, where is Vanya’s mother?” I asked.“Money first,” h

Vanya.For the first time since Ivan dealt with Tanya, I watched his fury explode.Arman’s face was a testament to that. His usually tanned skin and strong jaws had been slammed and struck and now his face was swollen, with blood still running from the split at his temple where his head had met the wall. One of his eyes was swollen and almost completely closed.He stayed on his knees, his lips clenched tight with shivering anger because Ivan’s hand on the back of his neck left him no choice, and every time he tried to lift his chin the grip around his neck tightened.I watched from a few steps away and felt two things. I felt the cold satisfaction that he was finally tasting a fragment of what he had put me through for so long. Arman deserved whatever punishment Ivan intended to give to him. I knew that, but yet, some part of me still ached with sympathy for him.Being Ivan’s wife hadn’t stripped away whatever emotions remained in me. Arman still refused to beg.I did not need h