All Chapters of 365 Days As The Mafia's Bride : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

NIKOLAI With my hands stuffed in my pocket and a whistle echoing in the empty hallway, I shuffle to the ward Jesse is in. I didn't bother knocking before pushing the door open. "I said that I don't want to see anyone!" He yells, his back turned to me. "Does that include me too?" I mutter, making sure that the mockery in my voice is truly heard. He turns, and his eyes widen. "What the fuck are you doing here, bastard?" He growls and I chuckle, tilting my head to the side as I stare at the bandaged leg. "I didn't tell my boys to break those bones," I smirk and he jerks up, his eyes as wide as saucers. "You… you did this?" He asks, disbelief darting across his orbs. I trudge close and slump down into a chair next to the bed. "You should have stayed away like I told you to," I mutter, and he frowns. "You sent the car that ran into mine last night?" He asks, still filled with disbelief. "You should be lucky they didn't break your bones," I say. He growls and grabs m

KAITLYN His face moves closer, causing my heart to skip multiple beats. "Wha… what are you doing?" I ask, trying to stop my breath from failing. He ignores my question and grabs my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. He tilts my head to the side and rubs his cheek against my neck, causing goosebumps to appear on my skin. I shiver and try to slip out of his grip but he holds me tight, pinning my body to the wall, his body pressed against mine. He tilts my head to the other side and runs his finger against my neck down to my collarbone. "You are not hurt, are you?" He asks, his hand still gripping my chin. I slowly nod my head, my heart tightening in fear. My throat knots when I look down at his body and realize that he is shirtless. My belly knots and my heart gives several leaps as my eyes dart to his abs and packs. Drops of water are still sprayed across his body and his hair is wet, signifying that he is just coming from the bathroom. "I am not hurt," I stammer, hopi

KAITLYN I swerve my head around from Philippe to Nikolai, batting my lashes in confusion. Nikolai straightens up and sighs, narrowing his eyes as well. "I don't know what you are talking about," he mutters after a stretch of silence. Philippe scoffs and shakes his head. I can tell from his eyes that he doesn't believe him. To be honest, I don't believe him too. "That's a lie; if you didn't know who he is, you wouldn't have stopped and turned around!" Philippe snaps, pointing his finger at Nikolai as he fumes in anger. Nikolai scoffs in disdain, still wearing that straight, blank face that will never let you figure out what his true feelings are."Harris!" Nikolai calls and his butler rushes into the room, bowing slightly. "Take him out of this place," Nikolai mutters, clicking his fingers at Philippe. My heart sinks at the order and I gasp in dismay. I rush forward and grab Philippe's hand, glaring at the butler who is already reaching for him. "Stop! He came to see me!" I sn

KAITLYN I apply more lip gloss to my lips and stare longer at my face in the mirror before sighing loudly in satisfaction. I wonder why I care so much about my looks when I'm going to meet someone I had a problem with in the past. Perhaps, to show him that I am happy and have forgotten about the past. Yes, that's it! Pretend to be happy with the makeup on your fading face. I narrow my eyes and turn around for the door, twisting the knob with a smile on my face. I don't have to worry about Nikolai appearing before my door. He traveled for a business trip last night and will be back next week, that is what the butler told me. I push the door open, step back, and look around to be sure that the butler is telling the truth. I step out of the room when I am sure that he is not lurking around my door, then shuffle across the corridor and descend the stairs, forcing a cheerful smile into my face."Good morning, Mrs. Rider," the head maid says, smiling at me. I narrow my eyes at the s

NIKOLAIThick smoke and the smell of cigarettes hang in the room as loud music plays in the background.“The goods were delivered safely,” the man seated across from me mutters, and I raise my gaze.“Hmm,” I hum and lean into the chair, taking a long drag at the cigarette in my hand while keeping my eyes on his blank face full of discomfort.Tom approaches me and bends closer.“It has been confirmed,” he whispers.I nod and swerve my head in the man’s direction. He shivers slightly and lowers his gaze, playing with the glass of vodka he is holding.“Tell your boss that he will receive the payment soon,” I mutter. The discomfort that was scribbled over his face suddenly disappears, and he releases a sigh he has been holding since the conversation began.“My boss doesn’t want the money sent to the regular account. He is having some issues at the moment and wishes to receive the money through his burner bank accounts,” the man says in a shaking voice. My brows raise, and I exchange glanc