Máfia's Hated Bride의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

ANGELINE HARRINGTON As soon as I entered, Yulia and Mila ran to greet me. The little dog wouldn't stay still, barking and jumping at my feet, but unfortunately I didn't have the energy to pet him, not at that moment. "Ma'am, what happened? I heard..." Yulia began, her face pale with worry. — Please, Yulia, give me the phone. I need to know about Nikolai. Where is he? I... My voice faltered. The images still danced before my eyes—the blood, the gunshots, my mother dead in the shattered hands of Vitória, Dimitri lying on the floor. Miila led me to the sofa, her hands firm on my arm, as if I were made of glass about to shatter. "Ma'am, you can't get nervous," Mila said, her voice deep but careful. "It's bad for the baby and for you." I gave a humorless laugh, remembering everything I saw and lived through and was forced to do. "Don't worry. My baby and I are much stronger than you think. I am nervous, yes, but it's because I need to talk to him. Please, Yulia, bring the phone. Min

ANGELINE HARRINGTON I slowly opened my eyes, feeling my body heavy. It was then that a familiar scent filled my nostrils, bringing an immediate wave of surprise and instant relief. "Angeline... my God, you're awake," he murmured, his voice hoarse from not having slept for hours. Nikolay was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning over me, his dark blue eyes filled with a concern I had never seen before. I didn't think twice. I stretched out my arms with all the strength I could muster and pulled him to me. The hug was strong, desperate, almost painful. I felt his chest against mine, his heart beating fast and steady, and I realized he was wearing clean clothes—a neatly pressed black linen shirt, dress pants, the cologne he always wore. He was no longer the man stained with blood and sweat from the chase that killed my own mother to save my life. He was whole. Alive. Close to me. The man I loved, the father of my child. "You're really here, it's not a dream...?" I whispered agains

ANGELINE HARRINGTON I watched Nikolay take a deep breath, as if gathering strength to open a door that we both knew was heavy. He sat up straighter on the bed, his broad shoulders tense, and began to speak without sparing any details, his voice deep and controlled. — After you and Dimitri got in the car… I went after them. The chase was brutal. Victoria and Igor resisted until the end. They probably thought they got away alive after all, they still had many men—probably bought with your father's last resources. But when their last man fell, Victoria and Igor were completely trapped. He fell soon after, wounded, but not dead. She was left alone. But Angeline knew what her fate would be if I caught her alive. I stared directly at him, swallowing hard. I remembered exactly the kind of monster my husband was to anyone who threatened what was his. My gaze didn't waver. He looked back at me, seeing the stubbornness on my face, and continued. — I believe that, thinking about this, Victor

ANGELINE HARRINGTON Two months had passed. I was now three months pregnant. My belly was beginning to show discreetly under the loose dresses that, at my request, Nikolai had a designer make especially for me. Prenatal appointments were held at home by a private doctor, with triple the safety precautions. Nikolai was more protective than ever: he attended every ultrasound, held my hand during the exams, and at night slept with his palm open on my belly, as if he wanted to feel every tiny movement. To the business world, he was still the same—intense, ruthless, feared. But to me and to our home, Nikolai had changed. The excessive coldness stayed outside the door. He never imagined he could experience moments like these. Although it was still dangerous outside, daily life in the mansion had taken on a sweet routine. Yulia didn't seem to be the same age as me, constantly preparing nutrient-rich meals and giving me nutritionist-like advice as if she were much older than me. I read book

NIKOLAI VOLKOV The morning that should have been a celebration turned into a silent battlefield. After the photos, after the cold blood I saw running down Angeline's face, there was no way to maintain a facade of normalcy. She was in the room, still pale, her green eyes teary but steady. I faced her with my heart broken in two—the part that wanted to cancel everything and protect her with my body, and the part that knew I needed to act. "I can't go with you today," he said, his voice harsher than he intended. I touched his chin, lifting his face so he would look at me. "I need to investigate. Find out who sent that." She didn't answer immediately. She just nodded, swallowing the sadness she was trying to hide. But I knew her. Every slight tremor in her lips was an open book. "Yulia and Mila will go with you," I finished, trying to sound certain but not as certain. "And I'll be here. Watching everything. In real time." "I know," she murmured, and there was a weary acceptance in h