All Chapters of The Mute Bride For The Don: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

He passed the phone from one of his men and pulled me to himself. “That’s enough, baby,” he said. “That’s enough. You can just leave the rest to me. You don’t need to lift another finger.” You’ve done your part, baby. Let your husband finish the work.”He tilted my chin up so I had to meet his eyes, and his voice softened as he spoke to me. “Do you want him dead, baby? Or half-dead?” Ivan asked. “Or just the way your mother is right now? I don’t think his spine is fully broken yet,” Ivan said thoughtfully. “I can still do more to him. I can cause him more pain.”My chest tightened. I was too fucking annoyed thinking about what had been done to my mother to give any more fuck about Arman.“I don’t care what happens to him,” I said, breathing hard. “All of them will pay for what they did to her.”“I haven’t seen my mother since I was eight, Ivan. She was so beautiful, and full of life.” I choked on the last word, more tears streaming down my face as I glared at Arman. “Mother was so ri

Ivan walked over to me, bending low to whisper into my ears. “Take it easy baby. We can do this slowly,” he said. “She’s still healing,”My brows furrowed. I glanced up at him. “What do you mean, Ivan?” I asked. “Healing from what?”“Who are you?” a voice asked, and my fingers shook as I turned from Ivan to face my mother. She stared at me, her expression blank and her eyes devoid of any recognition at all.My knees trembled.How?… how could she not… No, no, no.“Why is she asking me that, Ivan? Does mother not know who I am?”“No…” Ivan tried to explain slowly. “Actually, she recognizes people but…”“Where’s Antonio?” Mother asked, her voice hollow. “He’s supposed to come and see me. Is he bringing the medicine?”Blood roared in my ears. Antonio? My father. The man who had fucking sold me?“You’re asking about him?” I asked, trembling as frustration tangled in my chest. “Mother, you are supposed to ask about me. You are supposed to ask about your daughter.”“Daughter?” she repeat

Ivan was rarely home.He had grown increasingly distant as my pregnancy progressed, and it felt extremely strange watching him slowly drift away from home, from me, to wherever business led him.Somehow, he always seemed to have one meeting or the other, and was always traveling for days. Sometimes an entire week passed without seeing my husband.My pregnancy was no longer easier to handle, and some mornings I needed both hands to push myself upright.At one of my last routine checks, the doctor had advised me to have more sex with my husband given the slight complications with my vaginal opening. I was tight, and I needed more intimacy no matter how embarrassing it had been to hear such words.But Ivan and I hadn’t had sex in almost four months. Intimacy had always been one of the languages we spoke most fluently, and without it the distance between us widened.I also felt a constant ache in my lower back and ended up more tired than usual.I slumped my back into the pillow propped

I was still awake, with my nightdress wrapped around me as I listened to him move around the room. When he didn’t climb into bed, and started to change into a new outfit, I sat up from the bed.“You’re leaving again?” I asked, my brows furrowed. “Why are you going out again?”Ivan stiffened. His brows rose, probably from seeing that I was still awake. Then he nodded. “Yes. I have business to do, baby. It’s been hectic for me these days, and I know I haven’t been around for you enough. So, once this settles, I promise I’ll be here properly.”“Ivan.” I exhaled, desperately. “I need you here.”“I know, baby, I know.” He sighed. “I…”“Do you even know what today is?” I asked, cutting him off.Ivan paused. “Tuesday?”My heart sank. “I know today doesn’t matter that much and shouldn’t be added to our time together but it’s been one year since we’ve met. Shouldn’t we make time to be together?”Ivan’s expression softened, and after a few seconds, he sighed. “Alright baby, I’ll make time th

Why the hell was she calling me? And even more importantly, how did she get my contact?“Well, it’s a bad thing you didn’t get my voice right away, but… aren’t you expecting Ivan, Vanya?”How… A shiver ran through my spine at the sudden question.“Ivan’s right here as we speak. He’s with me, and my legs are wrapped around him.” She chuckled, drawing out the last words. “The only thing right now is that Ivan is drunk. It's funny, cause, you know? I only put a little something in his drink. Nothing permanent, just enough to make him cooperative since I realized you must have been starving the poor man for months… you are pregnant and Ivan must be craving a pussy so bad. I thought I’d help relieve some of that tension. Someone has to help.” She laughed deviously.My blood turned icy cold. “Don’t you fucking dare touch my husband.” I snapped.“I already am,” she said, amusement dripping from her voice. “He’s been refusing me since, and now I’ve found a way. You know, Vanya? I’ve missed h