All Chapters of A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Vincenzo Dante Volkov:I parked outside the shopping mall, waiting for Jacob. He wasn’t just any random guy—he was my first "guest." The kind of guest who didn’t know he had an appointment.When he walked out of the mall, arms full of groceries, I stepped out and strolled up to him.“Jacob! Hey, man!” I called, grinning like we were old friends.He stopped, confused. “Do I know you?”I shrugged, lifting my shirt just enough to show the piece tucked at my waist. “You do now. Let’s take a walk, yeah? My car’s right over there. Here’s how it goes: you yell, someone puts you down. You run, same thing. Clear?”Jacob froze, his eyes darting around before nodding.“Good. Come on, buddy. This way.” I gripped his shoulder, guiding him to my car. I opened the door, gesturing for him to slide in, then shut it behind him like I was his chauffeur.By the time I got behind the wheel, Jacob was already sweating bullets.“Relax,” I said, turning on some music to fill the silence. “Let’s chat. Just tw

Victoria Bella Volkov:I didn't want to speak anymore. The thought that something—someone—was growing inside me, living in my stomach, was enough to send a shock through my system. Was I really going to be a mother?“Hey, baby... Want to see the news? They’re saying something interesting…” Vincenzo said. I nodded, even though I didn’t expect anything new or important from Russian news.“Are the Arlington family really this twisted?” The news anchor’s voice rang out. The woman next to him chuckled.“It's a mess... First, they blame an innocent girl for murder, and now this? What’s going on?” she said, shaking her head.I glanced at Vincenzo. This had to be his doing. I was sure of it.“And now, a video of Mrs. Washington and Mrs. Elizabeth has surfaced online... It’s time for the world to apologize to Victoria.”“Yeah... She’s been through so much. Losing her parents, then having the nanny family take her in, only to treat her like dirt, all while taking her inheritance... It’s crazy w

Luciano Brown:“I Should back down?” I raised an eyebrow, and Christopher nodded, pouring me a glass of whiskey.“There’s no need for this, Luciano. Can’t you see?!” he said, as though I were the bad person here.“One week isn’t over,” I replied, leaning back in my chair. “So I’d suggest you rest. But let me make something clear—I’m not your friend anymore. I’d kill you if I had to. Tell me, why are you siding with a bully? A madman. Someone who knows nothing but taking what doesn’t belong to him—people’s property, the De Stefano brothers… name it!” I said, standing and moving to the window.“He got whatever he has with the right authority. Vincenzo is not an evil person. Is that why you brought Olivia? Knowing full well she looks like his dead sister!?”“Olivia… Olivia,” I muttered, a smirk spreading across my face. “They bear the same name, don’t they? It’s surprising he’s not falling into my trap because of that.”“So now, he’s on a trip to Dubai. And here you are,” I said, watchin

Victoria Bella Volkov:One thing I know for sure—this life feels like a dream, but I’m still not sure if I want to wake up from it or keep on sleeping.I woke up this morning, the soft lapping of the waves hitting the yacht’s side filling the quiet of the room. The sun had barely started to rise, and through the large windows, I could see the soft pinks and oranges of the sky blending into the deep blue of the sea. It looked perfect, like something out of a movie, but it felt a little too perfect to be real.I stretched, the softness of the bed sinking beneath me as I slowly sat up. I had to pinch myself—was I really here? Living this life? I glanced at Vincenzo, already awake, his eyes scanning something on his phone. He didn’t seem to be bothered by the opulence of everything around us, but I sure as hell was.I pulled my knees up to my chest, trying not to disturb him as I wrapped myself in the blanket and let my thoughts drift. My life before… well, it wasn’t this. I was never use

Vincenzo Dante Volkov:A week of luxury. A full week of indulgence, excess, and pleasure. Some might call it hedonism; others might envy it. For me, it was a way I could give Little Mouse a token of our love. Today I was going to give her a diamond ring.The jeweler’s showroom was immaculate—rows of glistening gems, polished surfaces, and velvet-lined cases meant to scream exclusivity. Yet, none of it impressed me. Earlier, I’d found a ring that caught my eye, but upon closer inspection, it was disappointing. It lacked substance, charm. Cheap.No man worth his salt would give such a thing to his wife, least of all me. My wife deserved something unique, something unparalleled.It took a few minutes. Before I saw it. It was hidden from plain eyes and then moment I saw it, I knew it was for her. For my wife!.By the time I stepped out of the showroom, the sun had begun its descent, painting the Dubai skyline in hues of gold and crimson. The staff were busy loading the rest of the day’s