Her Volkovs #Book 4 novel Chapter 30

Belle's POV

"Yuri" I called out his name as he was about to go back inside the mansion. He halted, still facing his back on me, and waited for me to speak.

Don't go. I don't want you to go.

"Your jacket" I continued. He looked over his shoulder and connected his gaze on me. I thought he was going to say something but then he just reached for his jacket and gently took it from my hand.

Yuri and I went back inside the mansion without resolving anything. I was so tempted to ask him about Tatyana and their supposed marriage which is ultimately the reason why he's leaving the mansion. At least that's what I think is the real reason why.

I wanted to ask since when did he and that woman fell in love and where does his confession of love towards me come into the picture. I mean, was he in a relationship with Tatyana the whole time he was telling me that he loves me? Why go through hell facing Nikolai and Alexei's wrath when he was in a relationship and set to marry that woman anyway? It just doesn't make sense.

Regardless, the fact remains that he is leaving the mansion and I don't think there's anything I can do to change that.

I sat in the middle of Nikolai and Alexei while Yuri sat beside Tatyana. Dimitri is playing the guitar while the other men are drinking and doing their own thing.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are grey

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away (Looks at Belle)

You told me once dear you really loved me

that no one else could come between

but now you've left me and love another (Looks at Yuri)

you have shattered all my dreams.

I could not stand the tension lingering in the air. Aside from Yuri and I, Dimitri is also aware that I am Yuri's sunshine. Even Tatyana looked at me and Yuri back and forth like figuring something out. Yikes. That could not be good.

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I'm sitting on the countertop in our bathroom. Nikolai is taking a shower inside the glass booth big enough to be a room in itself while his brother is standing by the counter tapping cologne on his neck and face. Alexei is wearing cream-colored cotton pants, half-naked in all his godly glory. The whole bathroom smells so good! The icy and woody fresh scent of a friggin Volkov man. Ugh.

Nikolai must have noticed that I'm here so he switched the smart setting of the glass booth to see through so that I can see him inside. This is one of the coolest features of this bathroom aside from the dancing rainfall shower. The water is cascading down his chiseled arms and torso like a friggin commercial for a men's underwear, only this time the man is au naturel while looking at me dead serious with his dark green eyes. His sleeve tattoos reaching the back of his hand and the very prominent wolf head glisten like inviting and hypnotizing me to come inside and join him. The Volkov effect.

I shook my head at him signaling that I am not in the mood for whatever it is that he is thinking to do. He then turns the shower off, took a white towel, wipes his face, hair, and body, and then wrapped it around his waist. My goodness, he moves so smoothly, the man can even make the most mundane actions hot and sexy.

To my surprise, Alexei pulled my butt up from the counter and then carried me outside towards the bed. I enveloped my legs around his waist and wrapped my arms around his neck. This man hands down has one of the most beautiful faces in the world. I am not surprised that he gets too much attention from women everywhere we go. And the best part is, he is now my husband. My ever understanding and sweet Alexei. He slowly placed me in bed but I did not let go of him, so my arms kept clinging around his neck.

Nikolai is already wearing a green robe reaching the knee and pants just like that of his brother. He pulls out a vinyl record from one of the compartments of the drawer mounted to the wall and carefully placed it on the turntable next to him. He then sat on his chair in the corner of our bedroom where there is a window and lit a cigar.

He just sat there and continued looking at us while the song is playing. This reminds me so much of one of the pictures I saw in his office at Volkov Holdings. One of Pa Vyacheslav's pictures, with the cigar and that exact same leather chair and his exact same cane. Like father like son I guess.

"This is one of Poppa Vyacheslav and Poppa Viktor's favorite records." Alexei whispered.

"Really? It's a great song. The Pa's had good taste in music."

"They did. They had great taste in everything." Alexei replied with obvious pride beaming from his face. I wonder what kind of relationship they had with Matushka before. Were they so in love as well? Was Pa Vyacheslav like Nikolai to her? Was Pa Viktor as sweet and as amazing as Alexei?

I am tempted to ask about their relationship but then I am so bothered by how Nikolai is acting at the moment. "Uhmm Alexei, what's up with your brother?" I asked hoping that he knows why Nikolai is acting all weird.

"He just needs some time to think." He answered.

"Think of what?" Usually when he's this quiet while looking at me like that, either he's mad or wants to devour me or both. And I can't think of something that I did which made him act like this.

"I don't know. He's got a lot on his plate right now. Could be anything." Alexei replied like he's used to this side of Nikolai already. The warm light from the lamp behind him makes him look like a friggin psycho. Geez.

"Hmm. Is he okay? Has your brother gone mad? Should we talk to him?"

This time Alexei chuckles like he found my questions really funny. "Princess, I thought you know that he's mad?"

I smacked Alexei's chest and shook my head on him. He then rolls over to my side and spoons me while we are both facing Nikolai's direction. The Boss of the Russian Mafia is now tapping his phone while his lit cigar is on the right side of his lips. His eyebrows are crinkled while looking at the screen of his phone.

Now I am highly suspicious. So I went in his direction and sat on his lap carefully not to touch his wound. He quickly unlit his cigar and placed it on the ashtray.

"What's wrong Nikolai?" I asked.

"What can you say about Yuri's marriage?" He asked.

I did not expect that he would ask me about this. I just feel like, regardless of my opinion about the situation, there's really nothing I can do. They have already made a decision.

"Whatever makes Yuri happy, I am going to support it Nikolai." If only he can get married and still be part of the Mafia. But I know it's just wishful thinking.

"So, you support their marriage?" Nikolai continued as if my answer would even matter.

"Yes, if it will make Yuri happy." I replied as a matter of factly.

"Okay. Can you tell him in person that you support their marriage? I am sure he's going to appreciate hearing from you. You know, before he leaves the mansion." Nikolai said.

It actually makes sense. My last conversation with Yuri this evening was nothing but unsupportive of him or his decision to marry. He is leaving tomorrow and will have his freedom to love and start a family. The least that I can do is be happy for him and support him no matter what.

So I decided to talk to Yuri. I went to his room but I ended up overhearing his conversation with Tatyana. It even came to a point that I think they were arguing or something. I could be wrong though. They are speaking in Russian. And I was not able to help myself but to record their conversation so I can have it translated to me later on.

My heart pounded inside my ribcage when I accidentally pushed the door slightly as I was adjusting to get a clearer recording. Oh my goodness. What am I doing? And why am I even doing this? I walk as fast as I can away from Yuri's room just so I don't get caught snooping on other people's business.

"Madame? Do you need anything?" It's Yuri and he is closing in on me. I did not have a choice but to stop and face him.

"Uhm I just want to-talk. I am sorry I did not mean to interrupt." And snoop around and record apparently. I just bit my lower lip in embarrassment.

"Madame."

"Just call me Belle. I mean, I won't be your Madame anymore come tomorrow." The words rolled off my tongue and I immediately regretted it.

He makes a few steps forward so that we stood closer. "Belle." He said, looking me in the eye. "Take care of yourself and the babies."

I feel like a lump is forming in my throat, slowly suffocating me. I am the type of person who hates goodbyes. Especially when the person saying goodbye is someone I care for dearly.

"Thank you Yuri. I am going to miss you." At this point, it's taking everything in me not to cry. My goodness hormones please just not now! "I am glad you have found someone who will take care of you. I wish you to have a happy life. I want you to know that I support your decision to get married and be happy."