Semua Bab Mafia's Rebellious Bride: His Forbidden Obsession : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The driver kept his eyes on me until I entered the college.I came here seeking an escape, but even during classes, my mind was consumed with thoughts of Nikolai.Everyone knew what had happened to my family, and they sympathized with me. But I didn’t want their sympathy. I was just relieved they didn’t know about my forced marriage to Nikolai, or they’d start fearing me for no reason. If there was one thing Nikolai had done right, it was keeping the wedding private—only a few of his close men, the Mafia council, and the priest had been present.My friends tried to cheer me up, but I couldn't focus on anything. After classes, I went to the library and plugged in my phone to charge. I had been debating whether to call Dimitri, but I wasn’t sure if it was the right decision.He had agreed to marry me because he was going to get a share of my father’s property. But now, with everything gone, I had no idea how he would react.Still, I had to try. Dimitri was powerful, and more importantly,

The whole way home, Nikolai didn't say a single word. He just drove toward my hell, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that I am sure his knuckles turned white under the blood of those bastards. I stayed silent too, looking anywhere but at him. My body was as stiff as a board, my mind racing with millions of thoughts. The car came to a halt in front of his mansion, and before I could even collect my thoughts, he was already out of the car. The next thing I knew was that my side of the door yanked open, and he pulled me out of the car roughly yet cautiously.I kept my head down as we passed the servants. Their eyes were heavy with sympathy, and I hated it. That look. That pity. It only added to the humiliation burning in my veins.Without a single word, Nikolai shoved me inside the room and locked the door. I turned around to face him. He kicked off his shoes and I braced myself for his rage. For him to lash out, scream, or worse, beat me. But nothing like that happened. Inste

Betrayed.That’s exactly how I feel right now, and that too by my own body.Shame burned in my chest, hotter than the fever wracking my body. How could I? How dare I take pleasure from the same hands that shattered my world? The same fingers that killed my family. How could I stoop so low? For a few moments of pleasure, how could I forget what he did to me? A soft knock on the door disrupts my thoughts, irritating me further. "Go away! I don’t want anything," I snap, for the fifth time today.My voice is hoarse from the cold I caught yesterday, all thanks to him. My body is burning with fever, and my throat is raw and clogged with cough, making it difficult for me to speak and breathe. The contrast between hot and cold is unbearable, leaving me exhausted. But more than that, I miss my father and brother. After my mother died, they became overprotective of me. When I was sick, they took care of me like a child, fussing over me and making sure I was comfortable no matter how busy

I had been waiting for Nikolai to return for two hours now, biting my lips in anticipation. I just couldn't wait to see his reaction. I just wanted to soak in the frustration on his face, knowing that, at least for once, he was not in control. Since evening, I had been doing my little happy dance in the room. Our plan had worked. Dimitri was able to take down his clients, leaving Nikolai with nothing. I had celebrated it by eating so much that even the servants were surprised. They were probably wondering if I had finally accepted my fate here. If only they knew. I slumped back further into the pillow, holding the book tightly as I tried to focus on the words to pass the time. Just then, the door to the room opened.My head snapped up to see Nikolai entering as if he owned the place, which he did.I was more interested in his expressions. His jaw was tightly clenched, and the way he exhaled sharply told me he wasn't pleased. In fact, he looked furious.Behind him, a maid entered,

The gun felt heavy in my hand, my fingers trembling as they curled around the trigger. I hadn't intended to touch it but Nikolai threw it at me. It was about to hit my face so I wasn't left with any other option than to catch it. "Don't!" Nikolai warned me as I was about to throw it away, "If I catch it, then I won't hesitate to shoot your lover with the last bullet. I am already eager to do that. It's better if you play along!" I swallowed hard. My gaze flicked to Dimitri, who silently urged me to keep it. My heart raced in my chest when Nikolai sat in a chair with a dangerous calmness. "Be a man, Dimitri." Nikolai tilted his head. "Have a seat." Dimitri clenched his jaw tightly, his eyes narrowing at Nikolai. He pulled another chair and sat in front of Nikolai. Both of them were now sitting in front of me. My gaze shifted between them as they had a cold war with their eyes, no one ready to back down. Finally, Nikolai turned his head to me, breaking the silence. "The gun you