All Chapters of Arranged To The Bravta King: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Mikhail"She took a bullet for me, Lara." My throat tightens. "Her own father shot her.""Because she loves you, Kolya." Her voice is soft, but the edge is there. She pauses for a moment and drops her voice even lower. "What about the baby? Anything?"Shaking my head, I stare into Larissa's eyes and feel the sting of tears stabbing at my nose. "I don't know, Lara." My voice is thick as I confess. "I don't know. They haven't said a damn thing to me."She reaches for my hand and squeezes it. I blink my tears away, only to see hers brimming in her eyes. I want to tell her more. About how my duty has driven me further away from anything resembling a true human connection. And that Maria shone a light into the darkest corner of my mind. But I'm afraid that if I turn away from the Bratva in favor of Maria ... or even look away for a second ..."The doctor said she'd pull some requests for an ultrasound." I look down at my watch. It's been almost an hour. How hard can it be to find a goddamn

Maria"I'm sorry," I whisper to end the silence.Mikhail pulls back, but his hands stay on me, gently cradling my face. "Why are you apologizing, Maria?"I hesitate because there are too many things to list, and I'm afraid that the look in his eyes will turn to ice if I tell him everything I've done to hurt him. But I didn't mean to do those things. I grimace in pain as I try to sit up again. This could've easily been him and not me. It could have been so much worse.Mikhail holds me until I stop trying to move. "Maria, don't. You have to heal for the baby."I nod. "I should've told you. I should tell you the truth."Mikhail sits down in the chair beside my bed. He seems heavy with responsibility as he looks at the photos again before placing them on the bed."You were scared," he says. "It's like you said. You want to love me, but you don't know if I want to love you. But things will be different now, Maria, especially after we marry.""Is that still happening?" I whisper.His gaze t

MariaI wander freely through the massive mansion, picturing a future life here. It's already late September, and I've been gone for more than three months. Thoughts of going home no longer haunt me, and the bitterness I felt toward Mikhail for ruining my big plans in the Big Apple has vanished.But the anxiety has not completely gone away.I slip my phone out of the pocket of my denim skirt and look at the blank screen, regretting the horrible mistake I made. My fingertip runs over the smooth surface, and the lock screen lights up.Should I try to reach out to Zakhar? Why isn't he reaching out to me?Doesn't he care that he shot me?Does he even know?I scoff out loud and shove the phone back into my pocket. Why make excuses for Zakhar's violent behavior? I'm not defending a traitor. Mikhail repeatedly told me about the man's true nature. And now, I believe him.Zakhar proved to me that he is a man so twisted by hate that he would hurt me.His own flesh and blood.The mansion is a la

MariaA giggle slips from my lips, and he pauses to look at me. My face heats up, ashamed of my silly and uncool reaction, but Mikhail smiles as he lowers me onto the bed. Stretching out, my body relaxes as I accept the good fortune I deserve. Every bit of it. For years, I was a good girl, and he is my reward."I like that smile." Mikhail unbuttons his shirt, exposing his strong chest. His clothes drop to the floor in a pile at his feet as he watches me, showing off the muscular body he's proud of. "It's good for more than just protecting you, Maria." Naked and hard, he climbs over me on his hands and knees, his body hovering over mine.Giggling, I know I'll never be as confident and cool as Mikhail, and in a second, I realize that he doesn't care. I'm different from what surrounds him daily—ruthless men with guns hidden underneath designer jackets. Being together lets Mikhail lower his guard now that he trusts me."And what is that devilish smile for?" He flexes his muscles, and I gi

MariaI can't stop staring at the lit-up facade of the Met wrapped in silky, flowing banners of blue, white, and red from the rooftop to the ground. It looks like a massive gift all wrapped up for me.I step out of the sleek black limo, my hand wrapped around Mikhail's strong arm. Dominika approved of my black and lace dress for the occasion, which complements Mikhail's smart tux.Also along for the ride is Zhanna Nikolaeva, whom Mikhail helps out of the limo as he guides both of us onto the red carpet. The flashing lights from the cameras momentarily blind me. But my gaze is reserved for the glamor so far apart from the old life that I knew."Welcome to the party." Zhanna gestures toward the spectacle with her silver and ebony cane.Dressed in a beadwork gown, she has cast off the persona of a feeble old woman for tonight. She wishes to be seen at her best, and her elegant presence commands respect among the other Bratva elite also in attendance."It's amazing," I reply in awe as we