All Chapters of A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Vincenzo Dante Volkov: The office hummed with quiet intensity as I leaned back in my chair, watching the organized plan unfold. My media team worked tirelessly around me. Screens flashed with images—footage of Luciano Brown's despicable dealings, documents tying him to a network of horror, and recordings that would make even the strongest stomach turn. Everything was being polished, refined, and prepared for release.A week of serving the public had shifted the tide slightly in our favor. I wasn’t naïve enough to think it was enough. The public needed more than my sweat on the streets and a few carefully worded apologies. They needed the truth. They needed to see the monster we’d been fighting.I drummed my fingers on the desk, glancing at Elena, the sharp-eyed head of my media team. "Is everything ready?" I asked, my voice.She nodded without looking up. "Every frame has been reviewed and timestamped. Every piece of evidence cross-checked. The audio is clean. There’s no room for do

Victoria Bella Volkov:"No!... No!... Olivia… Hey!" I screamed, tapping her. She wasn't responding. She was slipping away—or should I say, she was already gone."Nana…""Nana…""Nana…""No!... Nana, please, please don't do this…"The children started crying as Olivia dropped dead in my arms. She was cold, her pulse gone.I looked at Vincenzo, but his expression was unreadable, as always."Hey, kids. It's alright… Nana just has a bad headache, okay?" he said, trying to calm them, but the little ones just stared at him."That's a lie! She's dead!" the oldest child shouted, and the rest of the children burst into tears again.We eventually managed to get them into the sitting room while Vincenzo instructed his men to take care of Olivia."Do you girls want something to eat?" I asked, but none of them responded."What's your name?" I turned to the oldest child."Abigail.""Good. We're going somewhere soon… but there’s plenty here. What do you want to eat?""Nothing…""Babe," Vincenzo inte

Vincenzo Dante Volkov:The safe house was packed, but it wasn’t just the usual noise of a crowded space. The kids who had been through hell were finally safe, but the recovery wouldn’t be quick. Nurses moved swiftly, vaccinating them, checking for infections, taking care of whatever immediate needs they had. Some of the children were too weak to even sit up; others clung to whatever they could, their faces haunted by memories too terrible to speak of.“God what is it? Olivia didn't tell me there were more kids in there….” I said and Juliet who at the time being was behind me nodded.“Yeah, maybe she herself doesn't know. Don't you think so?” She asked and I shrugged not sure how she wouldn't have known that kids were still remaining in that horrible place I can't even put together what the passed through.,My heart tightened in my chest as I scanned the room. These kids were victims of something I couldn’t even begin to fathom. Their lives had been torn apart by men like Luciano—pe

Vincenzo Dante Volkov:Nothing on this planet could have prepared me for the changes in my wife's behavior or her frequent eating habits. Our beautiful journey together has been nothing short of amazing.My mother does everything she can to ensure my wife is well, and with Cassandra's help, we’ve been making slow but steady progress.At the moment, I was in my office, having resumed work today. The place had been quiet, and everything seemed to be running smoothly.“Boss,” Evelyn knocked on the door before stepping inside. “She's here. Should I send her in?”“Yes, definitely,” I replied, and she nodded before leaving.A few minutes later, a middle-aged woman in red walked in. She had a familiar face—I recognized her, though I doubted if she recognized me.“Mr. Vincenzo, how nice to meet you,” she said, taking a seat across from me.“The pleasure is all mine. So, you requested to see me?”“Yes, erm... I sent you a proposal, but I didn’t receive a response. Was it because it wasn’t sati

Victoria Bella Volkov:I was in the same room with Cassandra, and she was helping me with a soft back massage.“You do this so well…”“Yeah… Nikolai taught me.”“You know, I…” I said, sitting up. “I saw a lot of headlines about you. The D’Angelo daughter.” I said, and she looked at Sharon, requesting she leave the room.“Hmm. I'm sorry I had to ask her to leave. This is a sensitive topic for me. As you know, I was abused by people I thought were family. I lost my first baby…” Tears started to well up in her eyes.“I didn’t even know I was pregnant. It’s crazy because it was my adopted brother’s child, and he…”“Hey, I’m sorry I brought that up,” I said, gently. “Me too. I was abused. My adopted sister, Marianne, stole the trash of a boyfriend, and you know…”“Yeah… Vincenzo told us what happened. I’m sorry… it happened to you!” She said, going to wash her hands.“It’s okay… It’s not your fault. I’m healing.”“And I’m healed,” she added, and we both laughed at that.My phone buzzed, an