All Chapters of The Mute Bride For The Don: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

“Really? Ivan? You do not understand? Is that the card you want to play with me right now? Right here?! Why don’t you come closer? Maybe I’ll give you a better reminder. Come closer to me, Ivan, so I'll make you understand what is going on here!” Tears brimmed in my eyes. “You lied to me! You told me that Sofia was dead when she was still alive!”Ivan’s jaw clenched.“I found out the truth from Tanya.” I sneered. “The only thing that Tanya didn’t know was where you were hiding Sofia, but she knew! That same woman had kidnapped me, chained me, cut me, burned me, and tried to take these babies out of me! All because of something that you did! Why did you lie to me, Ivan?!”“Baby, this is too much,” Ivan said helplessly. “You don’t need this right now. You’re not supposed to be stressed right now. You look rough, and you need to rest and recover. You just underwent surgery—”“Excuse me?” I scoffed, glaring up at him. “Don’t you dare use the surgery as an excuse to evade answering to what

“Stop pretending, Ivan!” I screamed at him. “Tell me you were not fucking Serena while I waited for you at home! I was waiting, pregnant! With your children!”“The only mistake I had made was leaving the house to get you because you had gone out, gotten drunk, and were getting fucked by her! Serena called me. She threatened that she had put something in your drink. She described exactly what she planned to do while I sat in that house like a good pregnant wife, waiting for you to come back. She said you needed her and I was only your baby-making machine. You left me in that villa after refusing to touch me for months and made a fool of me while you fucked her! Yet I was coming to get you!”His entire body went still.“What are you talking about?” he asked. “I’ve never done that. I’ve never done anything with Serena.”“Lies!” I yelled at him, my fists clenched at my sides as I glared at him. He was lying! Why was he still lying to me?!“Don’t lie to me,” I said furiously. “I can’t say

“Right now, the formula is keeping them stable, but it isn’t the same as having the mother’s milk for newborn babies,” she continued. “We’ve suggested a pump, but due to your wife’s sensitive nipples post-surgery, it’s still too painful for her. That’s why the babies are crying. The milk is not enough. We will be happy if there is something you can do for now…”A frown etched between Ivan’s brows as worry flowed through him. Inessa and the nannies had handled Sofia more as a baby, and right now, he was lost. He had no idea what could be done in such a situation, and Vanya was not going to let him get any close to her.“What about food?” Ivan asked. “Is Vanya eating enough?”“She’s been selective about the meals, Don. She doesn’t eat much, and when she does, it’s only a few bites,” the doctor answered.Ivan dismissed the doctor, and for a long time since he’d been at the hospital, he drove back to the mansion and walked into the large kitchen.“D-Don…” One of the kitchen staff stammere

Ivan’s heart beat furiously in his chest, and, standing behind Vanya, he felt emotions clog his throat as he stared down at his babies for the first time since their birth.They were tiny and awake, and the two of them were staring at them as if they could recognize them.A fierce sense of protectiveness and pride enveloped Ivan, and he reached to touch their tiny hands at the same time Vanya reached out to play with them.They couldn’t stir them too much, but the babies looked so adorable that they had the two parents completely bewitched with them.“He has my eyes, baby,” Ivan said with a smile, staring down at his boy, and Vanya huffed.“They have my lips too,” she said proudly. “But you are right, they both look like their mama and Papa.”“As they should,” Ivan agreed, reaching down to hold the baby boy’s hand, and the baby gripped his finger tightly, making Ivan chuckle.“Do you now agree that my kid will carry my name?” Ivan asked quietly, glancing briefly at Vanya.“Of course t

Ivan and Vanya had also named the twins, and just as Ivan had suggested, Vanya named their boy, Arseny Petrov, with Senya as his nickname, and Ivan named their girl Taisiya Petrova, with Tasya as her nickname. On one ordinary afternoon, while they sat at the dining table, the door opened and a nurse wheeled Sofia into the room. “Sofia!” Vanya exclaimed as she jumped to her feet, and the moment she saw her, the little girl’s face lit up. “Mama!” Vanya crossed the space in three steps and her brows furrowed when she finally noticed that Sofia wasn’t running to her and was in a wheelchair. Her chest tightened. Ivan had told her that Sofia’s leg was still healing, and in a few months, she would walk properly again, but Vanya still wasn't used to such a sight. She dropped to her knees beside the chair, her eyes welling up with tears as she wrapped her arms carefully around the little girl. Sofia clung back just as tightly. “I missed you,” Vanya whispered into her hair. “I missed you