All Chapters of A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Victoria Bella Volkov:“Tiger, are you going to drive me to the supermarket?” I asked, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice as I noticed the tension in his expression.He shook his head. “No, I'm already running late. Why don’t you go with one of the guards, hmm? Just... don’t leave without security.”I pouted a little but nodded. “Fine. Can’t believe you're not taking me. But I’ll manage. I’ll leave now...”“I’m sorry, babe. I really wish I could, but this meeting... I’m already ten minutes behind. Please, just be careful,” he said, kissing my forehead before I turned to go.I stepped outside, the air crisp as I headed to the supermarket. It wasn’t far from the estate, just a quick errand for some fruit. It wasn’t like we didn’t have fruit at home, but I craved something different.As I walked through the aisles, my phone buzzed in my pocket. A text from Vincenzo.I love you, baby...I smiled, my heart warming, but the calm was short-lived.A sound. A shift in the air, like

Vincenzo Dante Volkov:“Mum, I want everyone to stay put. I’ve spoken with Victoria, and it seems like something is wrong.”“I found out where she is. She’s in a deserted warehouse, not too far from here—probably about a 40-minute drive.”“Yeah, that’s the same place you mentioned. I feel like she’s being held captive, and I’d bet 100 bucks it’s that stupid Luciano.”“All right, Dante. Be careful, okay…” my mother said, pulling me into a hug.“I’m going with you,” Cassandra said, but I shook my head.“No, I need to go alone.”“No, I’m not allowing that,” she said firmly. “I’m saying this as the Don’s wife. Let’s go!”The drive to this place was nerve-wracking. My guns were ready. Cassandra didn’t like the idea of going alone, so she insisted on coming with me.The plan was simple: she’d stay inside. If anything went wrong, she was to come out.As soon as I arrived, the darkness and silence of the place hit me. I knew my wife wouldn't willingly stay here. Hell, even if she weren’t my

Vincenzo Dante Volkov: “How does it feel getting back into the medical field?” Little Mouse asked as she helped me with my tie. “Not much has changed. I'm still me, Little Mouse,” I replied, pulling her closer and kissing her belly bump. “The twins will miss you!” she pouted, and I chuckled softly. “Come on… I'll be back in no time. Besides, you're also heading to Prime Estates, so we're both busy! I mean, you could stop working…” “No way. I'm not stopping. I love working—I love the feeling of being a powerful woman,” she said, strolling behind me as we left the room. “Alright, Little Mouse. I love you.” “Why did you say it like that? So plain… boring…” “Boring? Oh my goodness… You are the air I breathe, the reason I live. My lord!” “What!? Your lord? Stop…” She laughed, throwing her head back. “My queen. My light, my world… my everything.” I gave her a playful smile and kissed her neck. “I love you Tiger…” “Ohh baby…You are my oxygen!” “Bye!!.” She waved at me as I left t

Vincenzo Dante Volkov:“Hello,” a soft knock sounded on the office door before it opened. The President’s daughter, Clara, stepped in, flashing a practiced smile.“Vincenzo,” she greeted, her tone overly familiar.I didn’t look up immediately, finishing my note before setting my pen down. “You’re late, Clara. That was not the agreement I had with your father.”Her smile faltered.I picked up the intern files from my desk and handed them to her. “Choosing you over other, more deserving candidates because of your father’s influence is already something I wasn’t comfortable with. Don’t give me a reason to regret it.”Straightening my suit, I walked toward the door. As I passed her, I paused and said, “Rule number one: when I move, you move. No exceptions. Get to work.”She blinked, opening her mouth to speak, but I didn’t let her.“Rule number two,” I continued, “as an intern, you’re here to learn, not to coast on your last name. You’ll observe and assist with patient documentation, foll

Vincenzo Dante VolkovThe room was dimly lit, the air thick with smoke and the unshakable scent of betrayal. Power-hungry men sat around the table, their shadows stretching across the walls like predators circling prey."Are you accusing me of ordering the destruction of your properties and goods?" the President asked, his voice steady but his gaze sharp. I exhaled slowly, meeting his eyes with an unreadable expression."If you claim to have left the world of power, shouldn’t the loss of illegal weapons mean nothing to you?" he added, leaning back in his chair, his tone laced with challenge."Ah," I murmured, tilting my head slightly. "I see where this is going. But tread carefully… Don’t forget, I’m the reason—""You’re not the reason, Mr. Volkov," he snapped, cutting me off. "The reason I’m the President isn’t because of you or the power your family handed me. No, it’s because I chose this. I had the zeal, the drive, to become who I am!"I let a small, cold smile creep across my fac