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A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD Make Them Pay
VINCENZO DANTE VOLKOVI had just left the towering warehouse complex when a little mouse scurried into my plans—Victoria. She was on a mission with Juliet, and knowing her penchant for simplicity wrapped in elegance, I had already laid out her outfit: a crisp white skirt, a blue blouse, matching gladiator sandals, and a white purse. The perfect blend of sophistication and subtlety.As I handed the driver instructions to take her to Venom's place, I chose my own ride for the day—a sleek, 2024 black Bugatti. It had been a while since I'd unleashed one of my beauties, and the raw power beneath my hands felt exhilarating.The drive to the warehouse was short, thanks to the Bugatti’s untamed speed. My men were already waiting, their faces grim with anticipation. Today wasn’t about small moves; we were strategizing the collapse of the De Stefano empire. Their stocks, shares, and strongholds—all of it would crumble.“Logan,” I called out as we descended into the meeting room. Time wasn’t on
Последнее обновление : 2024-11-28A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD How It Started
VINCENZO DANTE VOLKOVThe team set out the next day as planned. Venom, Logan, and Dee would handle the house invasion, while Freddy and I were tasked with visiting the De Stefano empire, known for their renowned beauty products.Lucian De Stefano built the empire from scratch. Initially, he was just a marketing strategist, offering innovative ideas for product management. Rumor had it that during his two years working for the Beauty House Empire, he contributed enough valuable information and unique cosmetics combinations to significantly boost sales. However, his boss silently stole his ideas, presenting them as his own.The truth was finally exposed in a high-stakes meeting attended by product managers, the board of directors, and the CEO. Lucian’s cunning boss, Timothy, always ensured Lucian accompanied him to meetings, where he’d rehearse Lucian’s explanations and confidently present them as his own. But one day, Timothy’s façade crumbled.During a presentation aimed at marketing
Последнее обновление : 2024-12-01A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD The De Stefano
BRIAN DE STEFANO;My brother and I had a simple philosophy: we got what we wanted, no matter the cost. Whether it was eliminating obstacles or buying our way into power, we didn’t play by the rules. My current obsession? Vincenzo Volkov. He’s cocky, self-assured, and walks around like he’s untouchable. But he has no idea what’s coming for him—fast, ruthless, and devastating.Friday nights were sacred—Before Club nights. It wasn’t your average hangout. Only the elite, the dangerous, and the connected could step foot inside. Membership required more than wealth or power; it demanded a golden card, an exclusive badge of loyalty. My best friend, Desmond Troy, finally earned his. We’d been brothers in arms for over two decades. Desmond was rich, infamous in the corporate world, and, on the surface, the cool-headed owner of a top modeling agency. But beneath the facade? A ruthless, cold-blooded monster who thrived on chaos.Desmond was the kind of man who should’ve been locked up, guarded b
Последнее обновление : 2024-12-01A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD Their Downfall
Vincenzo Dante Volkov;The sleek black car rolled into De Stefano’s Empire, the hum of the engine cutting through the air like a blade. As we approached the main entrance, my driver guided us into the exclusive parking area, where only those who mattered dared to leave their vehicles.I leaned back, my lips curling into a smirk. This building, this empire they clung to so desperately, was about to crumble. Their arrogance would soon be replaced by chaos, and I couldn’t wait to be the one to light the match.The driver stepped out first, walking around to open my door. I emerged, adjusting my jacket as my polished shoes hit the pavement. The sun gleamed off my suit, the kind of sharp tailoring that made people stop and stare.Beside me, Little Mouse stepped out quietly. She didn’t need to say anything—her calm presence said enough.Whispers filled the air like electricity.“Wait… is that—?”“No way. That’s Vincenzo Volkov!”The murmurs grew louder as faces appeared at windows and doors
Последнее обновление : 2024-12-01A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD A mother's Love
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:“Woah… This is a total mess. How do you plan all this?” Little Mouse questioned, climbing onto my lap. I smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her neck.“Easy, sweetheart. Just get to know them, their weak points… straight. Why do you ask? Want to be a Donna? A little Mafia queen?” I teased.She laughed, sliding off my lap and sitting on the couch, a glint of curiosity in her eyes.“Would it be wrong? I mean, there isn’t much Donna in Russia, you know.”I raised an eyebrow. “Is this a joke, or are you serious? Women never take these things seriously…”“Ah, come on, Vee. Women are the best at this kind of thing. We don’t need to act like you people,” she said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Then, she shifted, leaning forward slightly. “So, who are the ones in the game? The real players?”I let out a short breath, thinking about how much I should reveal.“You know my elder brother, Nikolai? His one was a pretty damn good Donna. Had a reputation for silencing
Последнее обновление : 2024-12-01A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD Just Dinner!
Vincenzo Dante Volkov;I had every intention of skipping dinner, and I told my mother as much. But, as usual, her tears and dramatic pleas were impossible to ignore. Somehow, she even managed to drag Little Mouse into it, who gently insisted we should go.And now, here I am, sitting amidst the Volkovs, feeling like an outsider in my own family. My gaze drifted to my father, his expression unreadable as he silently worked through his plate.“Vince, aren’t you eating? I spent hours cooking this meal for everyone,” my mother said softly, her hand squeezing my shoulder.I glanced at her, expecting my father to speak—maybe a snide remark, a glare, anything to remind me of my unwelcome presence. Instead, he remained silent.“Thank you, Ma,” I replied with a forced smile. She leaned in to kiss my cheek before taking her seat again.“How’s your company doing, Vince? I’ve been hearing a lot about Prime Estates lately,” Lorenzo piped up, his tone light but probing.Before I could respond, my mo
Последнее обновление : 2024-12-02A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD The Tattoo
Victoria Bella Washington; “Are you alright, babe?” I asked, pouring him a glass of orange juice. “Didn’t know Mafia men were prone to tears…” He scoffed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh, please... I’m still human, you know.” He took a sip, clearly trying to regain his composure. Curious, I leaned in. “What’s the family tattoo like?” He shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. “Nothing special... Just a few random words and designs. It’s got no real meaning.” “Liar,” I teased, but before he could protest, Cassandra appeared, stepping onto the balcony with a graceful air. “What a view…” she murmured, gazing down at the city below. “The Volkov family tattoo is legendary. Many would kill to be marked by it.” She turned to me, her grip gentle as she took my hands in hers. “You have a beautiful soul, Victoria. And you’re more than welcome to join this family. Now, let’s get you your tattoo.” "Be careful, honey," Vincenzo warned as we left,
Последнее обновление : 2024-12-04A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD Her hunger
Vincenzo Dante Volkov;It’s been a week since I moved back into the family house. While I appreciated Mum’s cooking, Father’s constant cold shoulder made me feel like a stranger in my own home.Now, I’m seated in my office, watching the news about De Stefano's Empire. Just as I predicted, the company is spiraling. Shareholders are pulling out, protests are mounting, and the business is on its last legs.Releasing the brothers’ crime report was the final blow—a calculated move to bury them. Now, they’re rotting in prison. Once upon a time, they thought they could compete with me, that I was just another low-level Mafia player.Fools.I built this empire, brick by brick, with blood, sweat, and ruthless determination. No one—no one—is going to tear it apart.“As expected, their company metrics are plummeting,” Christopher said, pouring me a glass of whiskey.“As they should,” I replied, leaning back in my chair. “And that rat…what’s his name again?”“Desmond.”“Ah, yes. Handle him. Howev
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A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD everything is going to be alright
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:“Mum!!! Mum!!!” I called out as I stepped inside the house.“What is it, Vince?” My mother’s voice came from the kitchen. I followed the sound and found her there.“Ma…”“Oh my boy… you came to visit!” She said, pulling me into a hug.“Ma, I need the truth, and I need it now. I won’t let this family destroy mine.” I paused, my voice hardening. “Did Dad have a hand in the deaths of Mr. Edward and Mrs. Katherine Arlington?”My mother raised an eyebrow, her face unreadable. “What are you talking about? No, of course not!”I clenched my jaw, frustration rising. “Ma! Don’t lie to me!”“Watch your mouth! Don’t you dare raise your voice at mum!” Lorenzo’s voice cut through the tension, his words sharp and harsh. I turned to face him, fury bubbling inside.“And what the hell do you care about a random family?” he sneered.“They’re not a random family,” I snapped, my anger flaring. “My wife’s family is not some random family!”"Why would your wife accuse us of killing he
A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD Something Is Wrong
Vincenzo Dante Volkov; The moment I stepped out of the room, the smell of scrambled eggs hit me. With the chef on leave, I couldn’t help but wonder who was cooking.I walked into the kitchen and froze when I saw her—my little mouse, making breakfast. Honestly, I had thought she left that night. I wasn’t expecting to see her here at all. Maybe... she was making breakfast for two?She was wearing my shirt, and from the back, she looked small, almost fragile, and somehow, even more adorable. It made my chest tighten, but I pushed the feeling down."Good morning," I greeted, sitting down at the table, watching her.She didn’t even glance at me, not a single acknowledgment. I sighed, frustration building inside me. I got up and walked over, trying to close the distance between us. "I'm sorry, but honestly, my family had nothing to do with your parents' deaths. I swear to you, I’m telling the truth.""I don’t want to talk about last night, Vincenzo!" she snapped, her voice cold, still refu
A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD I'm Leaving
Victoria Bella Volkov;The drive to the house was cold. After they heated arguments we didn't talk again till we drove into the house. We both went upstairs at the same time, I was taking off my earrings before it all became overwhelming."Why didn’t you tell me your family had history with the Arlingtons?" I demanded, my voice shaking as tears threatened to spill."What are you talking about? You’re angry over some random family?" he snapped, his tone defensive."They’re not just some random family! No family is random. You, your family—every single one of you—is rotten to the core!""Then deal with it," he growled, his eyes cold. "You married me, didn’t you?""You don’t get it, do you?" I said, my voice breaking as I stared at him, my chest heaving with anger and pain."What are you even talking about?" he shot back, his brows furrowing in frustration. "Why are you so worked up about some random family?""They’re not random!" I shouted, the words ripping from me like a wound tearing
A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD what is wrong with you?
Victoria Bella Volkov:I walked out of the house, tears streaming down my face. My chest felt heavy, the pain almost too much to bear.The Washington family would pay for the emptiness they had left in my heart. Every last one of them.After meeting with Charles Arlington—who’s basically my grandfather—we decided to run a DNA test. Deep down, I already knew the truth, but I needed the proof.Driving down the highway, I noticed a car trailing me. It had been there for a while.I tried to shake it off, brushing away my unease, and pressed harder on the gas.I turned on some music and started humming along, trying to calm myself.But as I kept driving down the highway, I noticed something—it wasn’t just one car anymore. When I finally left the highway, the first car sped up, trying to catch me. That’s when I knew something was wrong.My heart raced as I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. I quickly fastened my seatbelt, my mind running through options.The road to the house was quie
A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD The Arlington Family
Victoria Bella Volkov;Three days. Three long, sleepless days, and all I could do was think. Piece things together. Let the truth gnaw at the edges of my sanity.The Washington family. How were they connected to me? To my parents? I didn’t just stumble upon the answer—it came crashing down like a wrecking ball, shattering everything I thought I knew.Do you want to know how I found out? Fine, but buckle up, because it’s not the kind of story that lets you sleep easy.The so-called “accident”? It wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t some tragic twist of fate. It was murder. Cold, calculated, and vicious. And the one who did it? The last person anyone would suspect.The house nanny.Yes, you heard me right. The woman who was supposed to protect us, care for us, look after me as a baby—she was the one who destroyed everything.And now you might be wondering, who the heck is the house nanny.Allow me to introduce you to the Washingtons.For years, I lived under their roof, ate at their table, an
A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD Finally!
Victoria Bella Volkov;“There’s no such thing!” I snapped into the phone, pacing the room. My words were directed at someone I trusted—someone outside the suffocating circle of Vincenzo and my adoptive parents. Not that the latter ever truly felt like family to begin with.“Look, I know I came from somewhere. I have roots,” I insisted, my voice trembling with frustration. “Check the hospital records. Dig deeper. Just…please, do something.”A heavy silence hung between us before they finally responded.“Alright, Bella. I’ll look into it, but I can’t promise anything,” they said cautiously. Then, as if an afterthought, their tone shifted. “Oh, and… I came across something. Something about your family. It might interest you.”My heart skipped. Something stirred. Hope? Or dread?The voice on the other end hesitated, as if weighing whether or not to tell me. “Bella, there was a report… an incident from years ago. A car crash. It matched the date and location near where you were found. I t
A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD Karaoke for the night
Vincenzo Dante Volkov;"Are you okay?" Little Mouse asked the moment she returned from the bathroom. My stress must have been written all over my face."Why were you using my laptop late last night?" I asked, trying to sound casual. Her eyebrows shot up."Nothing important... I was just checking something," she replied, brushing it off. I pulled her into a hug, needing the comfort more than I wanted to admit."I don’t know if I’m losing it or not," I confessed, the emotions I’d been bottling up starting to surface."It’s okay," she said softly, cupping my face in her hands. "You can talk to me. What’s troubling my tiger?"In that moment, as I looked into her eyes, I knew—I had married the right person.She led me toward the kitchen, her arm around me. "Let me make something for you," she offered with a warm smile. Then, as she started making coffee, she casually dropped a bombshell."I met my adopted mother and Marianne yesterday. They offered me money to leave you. A huge amount."He
A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD Who Is Standing In My Front?
Vincenzo Dante Volkov: The warm glow of the setting sun painted my office in shades of gold and orange, but I barely noticed it. My focus was on the reports in front of me—progress updates on the empire I had worked so hard to build.The door opened suddenly, and Christopher walked in. He didn’t knock, didn’t ask for permission, which meant only one thing: something important. He dropped a folder on my desk, his face pale but tight with anger.“You need to see this,” he said, his voice clipped.I glanced at him, then at the folder. Slowly, I leaned forward, flipping it open.The first few pages caught my attention immediately—photos of me. Taken from a distance, entering and leaving meetings, driving through familiar streets. Maps followed, my regular routes marked in thick red lines.“They’ve been following me,” I said flatly, my voice calm even though my chest tightened.Christopher nodded. “For months. But it gets worse.”He reached over, pulling out a few more papers. These were
A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD Take Over
Vincenzo Dante Volkov;I sat in my car, observing the chaos outside De Stefano's Empire. Reporters swarmed like vultures, capturing every second of the protest, while angry chants filled the air.To think this company once thrived, meeting society's needs with precision and innovation. But greed and arrogance brought them here. De Stefano thought he could eliminate me—a so-called “low-level gang member.” The fool underestimated me, and now, his empire crumbles.“Give us our money back!”“Give us our daughters back!”The protesters were relentless, hurling rotten tomatoes and eggs at the security guards and police who struggled to maintain order. Employees—those who hadn’t already abandoned ship—stood at the gates, apologizing profusely to the raging crowd, hoping to calm them.Pathetic.I decided it was time to spice things up.Pulling the door handle, I stepped out of the car, buttoning my blazer as I strode toward the gates. My presence was immediate; the crowd quieted slightly, the
