All Chapters of A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Victoria Bella Volkov;The days went by quickly. We ran a DNA test, and as expected, it confirmed I was part of the Arlington family. Grandpa Charles invited me to the house, and we talked about a few things. After that, I met the rest of the family. It was awkward at first, but after a few days, I started to feel a bit more comfortable with them—my family. Vincenzo kept trying to reach me, but I didn’t want to talk to him anymore. He betrayed my trust. If someone had told me that finding out who killed my parents would ma ke me fall in love with him, I wouldn’t have believed it. Don’t get me wrong—when I first saw him, I knew he was part of the Volkov family. That’s why I made sure to follow him, even though he thought he was the one following me. Fortunately, Marianne took care of Clinton, which gave me the perfect opportunity. When things started getting better between us, I secretly prayed his family wasn’t involved in my parents’ deaths. But I was wrong. “So, you’re marrie

Victoria Bella Volkov It was the day I’d been waiting for—the day I would finally meet the Arlington family. The grand estate felt like something out of a storybook. Standing at the entrance with Grandpa by my side, I tried to steady my nerves. My heart raced, and I felt like I didn’t belong here, but Grandpa’s firm grip on my hand made me feel just a little less alone. The sound of a car approaching broke through the quiet tension. They were finally here. The black car rolled into the driveway, followed by another, and then another. One by one, the doors opened, and the Arlington family began to emerge. The first to step out was a tall woman, sharply dressed in a tailored suit. She studied me intently as she approached. Her gaze was calculating, but there was a flicker of something else—curiosity, maybe even surprise. "So, you must be Victoria," she said, her voice measured. "Edward’s daughter, right?" I nodded, my heart thudding in my chest. "Yes, I’m Victoria." She looked me

Victoria Bella volkov;"Good morning, everyone. I made breakfast," I announced, carefully setting the dishes on the table. Grandpa’s strict vegetarian preferences meant I had to prepare a separate dish for him. The aroma of fresh food filled the air as the family began trickling into the dining room, one by one.Aunt Elizabeth arrived last, her expression betraying no joy or excitement at my return. If Vince's suspicions held any weight, her lack of enthusiasm was a clue in itself.I couldn't afford to be careless. Every detail mattered. Somewhere in this house was the truth about who had orchestrated my parents' deaths. And with everyone here a potential suspect, breakfast was just another stage in this intricate game of deceit."This looks so perfect!" someone exclaimed, breaking the tense silence."What’s cooking?" another voice chimed in, filled with curiosity.As the family settled at the table, the air grew heavier with unsaid words. Eyes darted, smiles felt forced, and I noted

Victoria Bella Volkov:The day of my welcome party had arrived, and here I was, being dressed like a doll. Layers of satin and lace, brushstrokes of powder and rouge—every detail was being fussed over.A knock on the door interrupted the flurry. One of the maids hurried to answer it.“A delivery for Mrs. Volkov,” a man said curtly, handing her a package. She nodded, bringing it to me.“Open it,” I instructed, barely glancing at the box. She obeyed, carefully peeling away the wrapping until its contents were revealed.There it was—the most exquisite crystal gown I’d ever seen. The fabric sparkled as if it held shards of starlight, an impossible blend of elegance and temptation. It was the kind of dress that stole your breath and left your heart racing.Attached to it was a note.“It’s addressed to you,” the maid said hesitantly, her cheeks already tinged pink.“Read it,” I commanded, watching her fidget. She cleared her throat and began.“To my pretty little mouse…” She paused, her fac

Vincenzo Dante Volkov :She never saw it coming. I grabbed her neck, squeezing hard enough that I could almost feel it snap.“The next time you speak to my wife like that...,” I growled, my nails digging into her skin. “I’ll ruin you. Got it?” I leaned in close, making sure she understood the weight of my words. She flinched, but before she could protest, I shoved her away.“It’s not fair…” she sobbed, breaking down in pathetic tears. The sight irritated me beyond belief, so I crouched down to her level, yanked her hair, and slapped her—once, twice, and then—“Shut your filthy mouth!” I snapped, rolling my eyes as I stood and walked away, leaving her crumpled on the floor.As I made my way back into the hall, I spotted Mrs. Washington talking to someone. Probably an Arlington.“Hey, babe, come meet my aunt. Mrs. Elizabeth,” Victoria said, emerging from nowhere.Of course, she had been watching.“Are you the famous Volkov? Vince, right?” Mrs Elizabeth asked, raising her eyebrows.“Yes,