Her Volkovs #Book 3 novel Chapter 18

Belle's POV

I am officially Mrs. Volkov.

Nikolai and I got married but I wasnt even asked if I accept the man to be my lawfully wedded husband. Heck, I wasnt even given the chance to say a single word!

Since getting home, I isolated myself from Nikolai and Alexei. I locked myself inside Yelena's room and made sure that no one comes in. I just want to be left alone. I have heard knocks many times since last night but I ignored all of them.

They even got Amy to cook Palawi food for me in the morning but I was not having any of it. I just want to be away from people. I told my bestfriend that I'm not hungry and that I needed time alone. She said that if I need someone to talk to, she's always there for me. She did not know what happened last night at the church and I think it is better not to tell her yet.

Matushka herself tried to convince me to eat but I ignored her. I thought that of all the people in this world, she will understand me the most but her being a mother to Nikolai and Alexei took over. She will always look after and fight for her sons even if it means supporting their evil ways.

I am lying on my stomach while looking at my hand. The ring Artan gave me is still here. And then I realized that I don't even have a wedding ring.

I mean, who does that? Who gets married without a wedding ring? Even the couples getting married in the civil courts have wedding rings.

I happen to marry a Billionaire with a great sense of humor, I guess.

I glide my finger over Artan's ring. The man was a sneaky liar but I will not deny the truth that when I was with him, I felt safe and at ease. He made me feel special in his own way.

But then again, who am I kidding? Artan is the kind of man who will do everything just to get his way just like Nikolai. He was about to announce to the whole world that we were getting married, he even had a picture of us along with that article. It's unbelievable. I guess Mafia Bosses are hardwired to be like that.

I heard my tummy growl in hunger. It's almost dinner time and I havent had a decent meal since last night. My poor baby Volkov might be hungry as well. I know he or she is probably just a tiny clot of blood inside my womb but this living thing needs momma's food to grow.

I tiptoed my way outside and made sure that there's no one in the hallway. I ran to Nikolai's room first to change my clothes. Everything around seems to be in their exact places when I left except for the bouquets of flowers around the room. On the side of the king size bed there's this really huge bunch of red daisies and baby's breath wrapped with white silk ribbon with a note attached to it.

To my wife,

You can have our room. I will sleep at the guest bedroom tonight until you have forgiven me. From here on, I will teach myself not to touch you, kiss you and make love to you unless you summon me to do so.

I will take care of you and our baby the best way I know.

I love you.

-Nikolai

I swallow the lump in my throat and force myself not to tear up again. One moment he's like the devil himself the next second he turns into a sweet Romeo. This is like an emotional torture I could never escape from. I put aside the bouquet in the vase right next to the existing flowers. As much as I hate Nikolai, these daisies are too beautiful to throw away.

I went inside Nikolai's walk in closet because apparently, he had my stuffs moved to his closet without my permission. Obviously, not the first time he decided for my life without my consent.

I took a pair of white long sleeve shirt and skinny jeans from my side of the closet. I freshened up and let my now shoulder length wavy hair down. I wanna make sure that I look nothing like a hungry, depressed and unemployed pregnant housewife that I really am.

I went straight downstairs to the kitchen and found Matushka and Yuri drinking something while the Chef from Dile and another woman are busy cooking.

Matushka immediately scooped a deliciously smelling soup from one of the transparent glass bowls on top of the stove and placed something in a small bowl in front of me. She then sliced the french bread and placed a white garlic cream on top. Oh my god, everything looked mouth watering. I sat down and instantly digged in.