All Chapters of A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Victoria Bella Volkov:I stumbled to the bed, collapsing onto it and pulling the blanket over me. I curled into a ball, gripping the fabric tightly as if it could shield me from her voice, her face, the memories that wouldn’t leave me alone.Tears streamed down my face, hot and relentless, but I barely noticed. My chest ached, and my throat burned as I sobbed into the pillow, muffling the sound.I wanted it to stop. I wanted her to stop. But Marianne’s voice only grew louder in my head, her laughter echoing until it was the only thing I could hear.I cried until there was nothing left, until exhaustion pulled me under. But even in sleep, I could feel her smirk.“Help! Please, someone help me!” My voice cracked as I stumbled back, my hands gripping the edge of the bed for support. My chest heaved as I gasped for air, panic clawing at my throat.I swore I saw her—Marianne. She was there, right there, smirking like she always did, mocking me with that cruel expression.“Leave me alone!”

Victoria Bella Volkov:Mrs. Washington’s voice shattered the silence. "I know you killed my daughter!" She fell to her knees, her hands shaking as she reached toward me. "What did I do? Where is my daughter, Bella?!" Her scream echoed, a raw, desperate sound.I stared at her, my throat tightening. I wanted to say something, but the words caught. "Mother, I…" The word felt foreign, like I didn’t even know her anymore. She didn’t deserve that title. Not after everything she did.She crawled closer, her face twisted in agony. "I don't know where you've hidden my daughter, but I want her back!" She pleaded, her voice breaking. "Marianne was all I had… please."The anger surged in me, hot and sharp. "My parents were all I had too!" I shouted, my fists clenched. "But you killed them, Mrs. Washington. You took everything from me!"She scoffed, slowly pushing herself up. "They deserved it," she sneered. "Guess you found that out, huh? Poor Sunshine." She laughed bitterly, mocking the nickname

Luciano Brown:"Pull him up higher," I said, watching as my men tied the ropes tighter, stretching the man’s arms so far I thought they might pop out of their sockets. He was hanging between two poles, his feet barely touching the ground.The guy—mid-forties, balding, shaking—used to work for me. He wasn’t anything special, just another guy who knew how to follow orders. Until he didn’t.He ran.Who runs from me?“You thought I wouldn’t find you?” I asked, walking closer. My voice was calm, but every word carried weight. I could hear him breathing hard, trying not to cry. He wasn’t fooling anyone.“I don’t care why you did it,” I said, stopping in front of him. “Maybe you thought you’d start over somewhere else. Get a clean slate. But here’s the thing—you don’t leave me. Not ever.”I signaled one of my guys to bring me my gun. I wasn’t in the mood to drag this out. My gun was already loaded. I raised it slowly and aimed at his face.“I really want to fuck you up,” I said, tilting my h

Christopher’s POV“I don’t fucking want to hear it, Luciano!” I snapped, my voice sharp and cutting through the air. My fists clenched at my sides, and I could feel the tension radiating off him, but I didn’t care. “All I wanted to do was help you, not betray my boss!”Luciano scoffed, stepping closer, his eyes narrowing as if he didn’t believe me. “Help me? By working for the man who made my life hell? Do you even hear yourself?”I turned away, running a hand through my hair, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. “This isn’t about him. This is about you. About you dragging me into your mess.”He laughed bitterly. “Dragging you into my mess? Don’t you dare pretend you’re innocent in all this. You’re still letting the rich play you like a pawn, just like always. What are you, Christopher? Some kind of dog? A lapdog for a bully who deserves everything coming to him?”I whirled back around, my voice rising. “Stop it! You don’t know what you’re talking about. My boss might be a lot o

Christopher:"Boss, there's something I need to tell you," I said, settling into the couch."Hmm, I'm listening," Vincenzo replied without looking up, his focus still on his laptop. It was clear I didn’t have his full attention.Before I could continue, Olivia entered. "Good morning, Mr. Volkov!" she chirped. I rolled my eyes, though she didn’t notice."Good morning, Christopher," she added."Miss Olivia," Vincenzo interjected sharply, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "You’ll address him as Mr. Christopher. Understood?" His tone carried enough venom to make her visibly flinch."My apologies, Mr. Volkov," she stammered. "You sent for me?"He gave a curt nod, pulling up a video on his screen. Turning it toward her, he pointed. "That’s you, isn’t it? The woman on the left."His fingers tapped against the table—a menacing rhythm that everyone in the room knew all too well. It wasn’t a question. It was a warning."N-no, that’s not me," she stuttered, her lie feeble and poorl