Máfia's Hated Bride의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

NIKOLAI VOLKOV I didn't want to prolong the conversation about that toxic family. Not that night. I didn't want that rot to take up even another minute of our time. I turned my full attention to Angeline. My gaze softened as it drifted down to her hand, which once again rested protectively on her still-flat belly. "That's enough for today," I murmured, standing up and extending my hand to her. "Let's go upstairs again." She stood up without hesitation and came over to me. I held her hand firmly, intertwining our fingers as we walked out of the office. As soon as we stepped back into our room and closed the door, the weight of the day seemed to dissolve. I gently pulled Angeline against my body, my hands carefully sliding down to her waist. — Now… just us — I whispered against her hair. — I don't want to think about them. Not tonight. She lifted her face, a slight smile curving her lips. Me neither. My fingers traced a slow path across the thin fabric of her clothing until th

NIKOLAI VOLKOV The shootout began like a dry thunderclap. Bursts of rifle fire echoed between the commercial buildings. Igor and Victoria's men, realizing the situation had spiraled out of control, reacted immediately. At Dimitri's command, who had to move away from Angeline's car and take cover, my men jumped from the vehicles and returned fire with the military precision I always demanded of them. Several men fell to the ground. The noise was deafening: glass shattered, tires screeched; I thought they would quickly resolve the problem, but... "Curse me, all you demons." They had reinforcements and snipers positioned in the surrounding buildings. I realized this too late; many of my men had already died, so I relayed the orders over the radio: — Dimitri, snipers in the east and west buildings. Focus on those bastards and take them all out! Right away, sir! With Dimitri in charge, I knew it would be done immediately. I would have taken care of it myself, but at that moment I co

ANGELINE VOLKOV But before the henchman could pull the doorknob, a sharp, precise shot rang out. He collapsed outside. "Nikolai," I thought, overcome by such intense relief that it almost made me faint. To Victoria and my mother, he was a demon straight from hell, ready to devour their rotten souls. To me, he was my guardian angel—the only man capable of wading through the chaos of gunfire to protect me. Through the still-closed window, I saw him run toward me amidst the gunfire, ignoring the bullets whizzing around him. With a violent, desperate kick, he flung open the door of the armored car. — Angel! — he called, his voice hoarse and filled with urgency. He pulled me out with controlled force. My legs barely supported my weight as I collapsed against his chest. The tears I had held back throughout the struggle in the car all came at once, hot and uncontrollable. "I... I fought with them, Nikolai," I managed to say, my voice a thread between sobs and nervous laughter. "I hit t

NIKOLAI VOLKOV Two of my most trusted men appeared at our side. One of them helped Dimitri to his feet, the other positioned himself next to Angeline. — Nikolai… — she murmured, her voice trembling, gripping my shirt tightly. I quickly crouched down, cupped his face in my hands, and stared into his frightened, yet still fierce, eyes. "Everything will be alright, my lioness. Sergei will take you home. I'll go after them and finish this today. No one else will threaten you or our son. Understand?" She nodded, tears glistening in her eyes, but she didn't argue. She knew I needed to do this. As soon as I saw Angeline and my faithful and loyal right-hand man being escorted safely into the armored car, a wave of angry relief washed over me. While Sergei and the others guided her to the car, I turned to Yuri and the rest of the men. We're going after them. Now. The chase began fiercely. Our cars sped off, cutting through city traffic. Igor had gotten into a black SUV with Victoria a

ANGELINE HARRINGTON I was on my way to the mansion, feeling the little life in my womb, trying to protect it from the fear, pain, and anxiety I felt at that moment. I still remembered the fury in Victoria's eyes and in my own mother's—the one who gave me life and almost took it from me again. Inside the car, he helped hold down the arm of the loyal Dmitri to stop the bleeding. I still saw and replayed everything in a cruel loop. At one point, seeing that it was impossible to get me out of there, my mother tried to kill me. And she would have succeeded if it weren't for Nikolai. But why, my God? Why did my own family always hate me with such gratuitous hatred, to the point of blaming me for my own brother's death? I didn't understand. I never would. But now there was no need to dwell on it. My "mother"—the woman who had always despised me—was dead. I saw her there, lying on the ground. I turned my face away so I wouldn't have to look at all that carnage. So many men dead because of