All Chapters of Máfia's Hated Bride: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

NIKOLAI VOLKOV The morning was still far off when the knock on the office door jolted me from my lethargy. I'd been there for hours, sitting in the armchair, the empty whiskey bottle beside me, the photos scattered across the desk like a court of accusations I no longer knew how to judge myself. "Sir?" Yulia's trembling voice cut through the wood. "Sir, I need to speak with you." "I'm busy," I replied curtly. She didn't mind. The door opened before I could say anything else, and Yulia entered the office, her face pale and her eyes brimming with tears. — Sir, this is Mrs. Angeline. She's had a fever since last night. I… I called Dr. Petrov, My heart stopped. "What?" I jumped up so quickly the chair creaked on the floor. "What do you mean, fever? Since when? Why wasn't I told sooner?" "She wouldn't let me, sir," Yulia sobbed. "She asked me not to tell anyone. She said you don't care if she or your children die. But I thought you needed to know. She's so weak…" I didn't wait to

ANGELINE HARRINGTON Many hours before the attack on Nikolai's ports, I awoke with my body still in a state of torpor. The fever had passed, but I still felt fragile—as if my body had forgotten what it was like to have strength. The sheets were clean, the room smelled of antiseptic, and the twins moved inside me as if nothing were wrong. They didn't know their mother was imprisoned. They didn't know their father doubted the woman carrying them. The night had been long. I remembered fragments—warm hands holding mine, a deep voice whispering something I couldn't understand, Nikolai's touch on my belly calming the babies. Or was it a dream? I could no longer distinguish what was real from what was delirium. The door opened without warning. I thought it was Ana, or perhaps Yulia, bringing morning tea. But the silhouette that entered, closing the door with a soft click, was larger, more imposing. My heart raced even before I recognized the face. — Dmitri? — my voice came out hoarse,

ANGELINE HARRINGTON The doctor hesitated, cell phone in hand, his gaze torn between ethics and obedience. He had known me for months. He knew I wasn't a woman who made empty demands, but he also knew that the lives of three people depended on that decision. "No!" my voice was a scream, despite the pain. "You're not going to tell anyone. Much less him. You're going to do the damn surgery right here, with the resources you have. Please, doctor… ouch!" — Ma'am, but if something happens… "Nothing will happen to me!" I lied, to myself and to him. "I'm sure I'll live to get my children out of this hell! And I forbid you to call Nikolai. I don't want him here. Not now. Never again." "Alright," he said, putting the device away. "I won't call. But, ma'am, you need help. I can't perform a cesarean section here by myself." The pain came again, stronger than before. I clutched my stomach, gasping for breath. "Call whoever you need," I replied. "But not him. Never him." But the contractio

DMITRI MACALISTER I started to open the briefcase. Inside, a collection of instruments that weren't medical, but were just as surgical. She looked, and the little blood that remained on her face vanished. — The young lady took advantage of the right moment to act. She gave Mrs. Volkov some kind of drug. She left her vulnerable. And she staged this scene. She denied it desperately. No! I didn't do that! I didn't… — Shut up! I pulled out the first tool. Small, pointed. It screamed before I even touched it. Are you going to tell the truth? "I... I did it," he confessed, through tears. "But it wasn't for money. I hate Angeline. She stole Nikolai from me. He never looked at me as a woman, never... and then she appeared, deformed, ruined, and he turned her into this... this..." "Watch your tongue before I cut it off," I growled. "I want the truth, you damned woman! Alexei Chernov paid you, didn't he?" I said, pointing the object at his eyes. She screamed again, and closing her ey

NIKOLAI VOLKOVThe car sped through the night at an absurd speed, the city lights blurred beyond the windows. I could see nothing but Angeline's pale face against my chest, her lips almost transparent, her breathing so weak it barely moved her chest.Suddenly, her body went completely limp.— Angeline? — I called, pressing her against me. — Angeline!She didn't answer. Her eyes were closed, her skin cold."Is she dead?!" I screamed, my voice hoarse with terror, my eyes fixed on the doctor in the front seat.Petrov turned quickly, reached out, and touched her neck, searching for her pulse. Seconds that stretched like hours."She's alive," he replied, his voice strained but firm. "But her condition is extremely serious, Pakhan. We need to get there quickly."I looked at her belly. The twins, who had previously moved nonstop, kicking and turning inside her… were now still."And the children?" my voice came out in a whisper. "Why aren't they moving anymore?!""The amniotic fluid has run o