Todos los capítulos de Máfia's Hated Bride: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

NIKOLAI VOLKOV The church reeked of sin to me.It wasn't worse than mine. Not because of what I've already done—but because of what I'm about to do.The silence inside was dense, almost suffocating. I stood by the door for a few seconds, taking a deep breath before going in.I'm in a real mess.Sir, you must come in. The bride is arriving.I clenched my jaw, feeling the irritation simmering."I'm in no hurry to marry a deformed woman," I replied finally, walking down the hallway.At the altar, even the priest avoided my gaze. The pews were almost empty. Only sixteen witnesses. Sixteen accomplices in my social assassination.Of all of them, the sharpest gaze belonged to my father.Ivan Arkady Volkov. The Old Bear. The man who molded me with fire and iron, whose laws I carry tattooed on my skin and soul. In his eyes there was only one word: disappointment.It was out of respect for him—and for the tradition that keeps us chained to the Bratva—that I was still there. The last thread pre

NIKOLAI VOLKOV AT THE MOMENT…"Idiot." Now I knew that no Harrington ever forgets an insult. And Victoria, with her ethereal, false beauty and morbid pride, was the worst of them all. That wasn't a simple "no." For her, it was a declaration of war. And today, being forced to marry the sister she despises, I see with absolute clarity: this is her revenge.She couldn't have me, so she ties me to a "deformed" woman to punish me. She makes me the husband of a woman who is a symbol of everything she considers inferior, just to remind me, every day, that in the end, it was I who was rejected by her."Damn it." The word echoes in my mind now, as I enter the mansion's hall. I clench my fists until my knuckles turn white.Then the memory of what happened last night replaced the sight of the gates.Victoria's 23rd birthday party…The invitation was such an obvious trap that even a green recruit from the Bratva would have been suspicious. But my arrogance – the same arrogance that made me belie

ANGELINE HARRINGTONI couldn't believe this was really happening to me. And worse: that it was my own family punishing me like this…When I entered my house, I saw my parents, the father of the man who was now my husband, those practically unknown people, and her—Victoria, my sister. The one who always showed me how much she hated me.They stared at us as if they'd been watching a play. Before that terror, all I could remember was the moment my consciousness returned, as if I were drowning. An immense weight on my eyelids, my tongue thick and dry, and a throbbing headache that felt like it wanted to crack my skull. The world returned in fragments: the woody scent of a completely unfamiliar men's cologne… and the warmth of another body in bed.When I finally managed to force my eyes open, the air stopped in my lungs.Even lying down, his presence dominated the space. And his eyes… gray, icy eyes that were already staring at me, not with desire, but with a contempt so profound it felt l

NIKOLAI VOLKOV The Harringtons really thought they had me under their spell. I saw it in their eyes—in Richard's hyena-like grin, in the triumphant glint in Victoria's eyes—the conviction that I had become a puppet. A dog domesticated for convenience.Fatal mistake. They didn't know me. I agreed to that cursed marriage in front of everyone, filled with rage. But not like fire, but like an icy blade.As soon as Richard approached, with that fake smile of someone who believes he has won, I grabbed Angeline's arm. It wasn't a gesture of unity, but of possession. Of marking territory. Through the thin sleeve of her dress, I felt the fragility of her bones, the almost imperceptible tremor. But not a drop of compassion arose there. Only a deeper contempt.In my eyes, she wasn't a victim. She was an accomplice. The "innocent" and convenient piece in the farce hatched by Victoria. Perhaps even the lie was hers—the deformed one who saw in the trap her only chance for advancement."Let her pay

NIKOLAI VOLKOV After finally proving my innocence, not only to the Harringtons but to everyone there, I returned to the room where Angeline was still huddled on the bed, a wreck of pain and tears."Let's go now!" I ordered, ignoring the convulsive sobs shaking her shoulders.She tried to stand, but a groan of pain—which gave me a fleeting, sadistic pleasure—escaped her lips, and her legs gave way. Without any gentleness, I grabbed a robe that was on a chair and wrapped it around her. Then, without hesitation, I lifted her in my arms. She was too light, an insignificant, broken weight against my chest.I carried her down the stairs, passing everyone present as if they were ghosts. None of the Harringtons dared to say a word. Victoria merely smiled, her final venom.Inside the car, while I planned what to do, she remained silent, but her muffled sobs beneath the veil were the soundtrack to my fury. The hatred within me did not subside; it grew, fueled by the powerlessness of the moment