All Chapters of A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Victoria Bella Washington; The morning sunlight streamed through the window, warming my face as I stirred, yawning and stretching away the last remnants of sleep. A dull ache pulsed in my head as I sat up, frowning slightly. I glanced over, realizing Vincenzo was already gone—undoubtedly off handling some empire-building task.Yesterday flashed through my mind, a vivid blur of heat and intensity. I remembered the way I clung to him, moving with reckless abandon, his hands possessively guiding me, his voice laced with a raw, husky command that made my whole body melt.After brushing my teeth, a quick workout, a shower, and some skincare, I felt awake and renewed. I slipped into a pair of denim shorts and one of Vincenzo's oversized shirts. His scent lingered in the fabric—warm, masculine, and slightly addictive. I caught myself smiling like an idiot, breathing it in as if it could hold me steady.Despite everything, a small part of me couldn’t shake a feeling of unease. Vince

Victoria Bella Washington;I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing. Was Vincenzo Dante Volkov truly a madman hiding in a deceptively normal human body?Fear clenched around me like a vice, freezing my scream in my throat. My eyes stayed glued to the gruesome scene before me—a poor man, alive but helpless, being devoured by ravenous rats. Who would’ve guessed those tiny monsters could turn so vicious? Then again, a bucketful of them could become a force of terror.We sat in the secluded VVIP section of the bar, Vincenzo sipping his drink as if the horrific sight meant nothing. I sat beside him, numb. The pounding music faded around me as dread took over.Suddenly, my phone buzzed, and one glance at the caller ID sent a chill down my spine. I had to get far enough from Vincenzo to answer, so I excused myself and slipped into the ladies’ restroom.“What are you doing calling me right now?” I hissed, voice low. “I thought we agreed on calls only at night!”“Shut your damn mouth, Bella,

Vincenzo Dante Volkov;“Oh my god... did you see how fast that thing was moving? I could barely keep up!” Little Mouse exclaimed as we made our way to the ice cream truck. She giggled, pulling me to the front as if the ice cream would magically run out before we got our turn.“You’ve got to calm down, Little Mouse,” I teased. “Stop acting like such a kid.” She rolled her eyes at me, clearly enjoying herself."Hey… I’m really craving some mint ice cream," she said, her eyes practically sparkling with excitement.I raised an eyebrow. Ice cream was one thing, but mint? Not my style."What about you?"She smirked. "I don't think I’ve ever seen you enjoy something sweet."I shrugged, giving her a half-smile. "I’m more of a whiskey guy, little mouse."She rolled her eyes, unbothered. “Ugh, you’re seriously missing out. One mint ice cream for the gentleman!” she called out to the vendor, way too pleased with herself. The vendor handed it to me, and she watched with way too much interest as I

Vincenzo Dante Volkov;I waited until Little Mouse was fast asleep before slipping back into the night, where my true work lay—eliminating every enemy on my list. It was time to clear the board.One thing Nikolai, my elder brother, drilled into me was to never let anyone see your true self. Keep your moves hidden, your motives buried, and never be predictable.Tonight, top senators had summoned me for a meeting. As the CEO of Russia's most powerful real estate empire, I wielded a certain influence that no politician could ignore. Venom had our men in place already, stationed throughout the building. When the organization directed us to the room, all eyes turned to me the moment I entered. The Volkov name alone commanded a particular fear—and respect."Welcome, Mr. Dante," the state governor greeted me, but his casual use of my middle name made me narrow my gaze at him. Only those with Volkov blood had the right to address me in such a way.I held his stare, letting him feel the weight

Victoria Bella Washington; It's been a whole week, and I still haven’t come to terms with why I acted the way I did that night Vince wasn’t around. I literally acted like a baby who hadn’t had milk in decades. Not to mention that he played along—or was he being real? He cuddled me until daybreak, made me hot soup, and even gave me a bath. He did this until my period finished. I was utterly shocked. Aren't guys supposed to feel disgusted? You know, blood, vaginas, and all that. What always got me was that he didn’t even flinch—not when I stained the sheets, cried over absolutely nothing, or blamed my drama on "hormones." He just rolled with it, like dealing with a moody toddler wrapped in a twenty-something’s body was totally normal. Today, Vince took me to Prime Estates when the new villa opened. It was evening, and all the young rich men were driving in. Did I forget to mention that the state governor was there, along with a few state officials? This was a gathering of som