All Chapters of Donna Returns To Bury the Volkovs: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Maxim took a step and grabbed my wrist.His fingers tightened, hard enough to crush the bone.“You know how sick she is, and you pull this? Are you trying to kill her?” he hissed, his voice a low warning.I stared at his face.Those eyes used to hold only me.Now they were filled with suspicion. Distrust.I didn’t apologize like I always had.I met his gaze and slowly pulled my hand free.“If I could, I’d kill her without a second thought,” I said. My voice trembled, but it was crystal clear.Maxim looked stunned. For three years, he only knew my submission.“It’s not her fault, Maxim,” Isla whispered against his chest. “I lost my balance. She’s just heartbroken about the baby. Don’t blame her.”Maxim turned back to Isla, stroking her hair like she was made of glass. “You’re too kind, Isla. She’ll only hurt you.”He looked at me again.His eyes swept over the blood pooling around me. A flash of pain crossed his face, but he crushed it. He clenched his fist, fighting the instinct to hel

The moment I stepped into the Volkov estate, a loud crash came from the third floor.My heart skipped a beat. A dark feeling spread through my chest.That was my workspace.I grabbed the railing, dragging my weak body up the stairs. Panic pushed me faster.I pushed open the half-closed door and froze.My brain just… stopped.In the middle of the room, the architectural model Chloe and I had spent a year building—the one that won the national award—was a pile of rubble.A year ago, Chloe got hooked on a designer drug. The hallucinations drove her mad. She threw herself off a twenty-story building.This model was the only thing she left behind.It held the dreams we’d talked about for endless nights. I swore I’d protect it.And in the center of the ruin, the main tower that held it all together was shattered. It was the secret compartment Chloe had insisted on. The one holding a small portion of her ashes.Now, the gray ash was mixed with broken glass, ground under Isla’s high heels.“Cl

The moment I walked out of the study, my phone lit up.A picture from Isla.It was a man’s lean, muscular waist. Maxim’s.There used to be a long scar there. I’d kissed it a thousand times, my heart aching for the wounds he carried for his family.Now, the scar was covered by a new, brash tattoo.Four letters, tattooed raw and red into his skin. A brand. An insult.My heart didn't speed up. My fingers didn't even tremble.I saved it. Added it to the evidence file for the court.Once, a vague rumor about him would have kept me up all night in pain.Now, seeing another woman’s name carved on him just made my stomach turn.That evening, the first-floor ballroom was lit up.I stood by the fireplace, watching workers hang champagne-colored velvet drapes.“Sister, what do you think of this outfit?”Isla appeared beside me. She wore an expensive silver gown, radiant.My eyes fell to her chest. She was wearing an emerald cross necklace.The Volkov family heirloom. Passed down to every Donna. T

Seraphina's POV“You can go in, Miss Ricci.” A Romano family guard pushed open the heavy brass doors.The New York wind was shut out.I pulled my black cashmere coat tighter and stepped into the powerful estate.Before I came, my brother Alessio had warned me.Dante Romano, the Godfather of the Romano family, was ruthless. Cold-blooded.This marriage was a business deal. I had to be in control.After three years of betrayal, my heart was a blade of ice.I was ready to face a tyrant.But when I pushed open the study door, I stopped.The room wasn’t filled with weapons or guards.The long table was covered in miniature architectural models.The city library. The suspension bridge. Even the art gallery model that Isla had smashed to pieces in the Volkov mansion just days ago.These were all my designs. Works I had created anonymously over the last three years.Every detail was perfect.A tall man in a custom-tailored suit stood by the table.He turned.The firelight softened the lines of

Maxim's POVI let go.Isla crumpled to the floor, gasping for air, my fingerprints bruised on her neck.“Maxim, let me explain…” She was still trying to force tears.The sight of her made me sick.“Drag her to the basement,” I ordered my men. “Lock her up. No food, no water, until I say so.”Her screams faded down the hall.I sat alone in my study. I called in every favor. I woke up every rat on our payroll.I had to know everything.Three years of surveillance footage, bank records, phone logs.The ugly truth was a dull, rusty knife, slicing me apart inch by inch.The original video from the dock shootout was recovered.In the corner of the frame, right before the shooting started, Isla made a hand signal to the rival hitman.It was a setup she’d paid for. A flesh wound.She’d calculated the angle perfectly, trading a little pain for three years of my guilt and protection.The sealed coroner’s report from Chloe’s fall was decrypted.Isla was jealous of Chloe’s friendship with Seraphin