Her Volkovs #Book 3

Belle's POV

Tears came pouring down my eyes the moment I woke up. I feel like I just had a very bad dream but I can't even remember what I was dreaming about. All I know is that I am scared.

When I slowly gained my full conciousness, I realized that I'm inside an exquisitely elegant huge room draped with thick dark green curtains. The lighting inside the room is a romantic dim but I can still see everything around.

The king size bed is on top of an elevated pavement and has a large head board frame with a gold monogram V right in the middle. It's like the King's chamber in the olden times with a modern touch, it's actually pretty cool. The sheets are a combination of white, dark green and gold. The pillows have gold monogram V and wolf's head just like Nikolai's tattoo on his neck which indicate that this room is a Volkov's room. I instantly feel at ease. It's unbelievable how Nikolai's insignia alone can calm me down.

There are opulent sofas and furnitures and a round shaped crystal chandelier hanging down like raindrops. There's a huge door to the right and another two doors adjacent to it. The fourth door is near the windows to the left and I'm guessing it's the main door of this impressive grand bedroom that is mostly covered with black, dark green and gold motif.

This room reminds me so much of the Presidential Palace where my family lived for years when Pa was still running Palawi, only this one is more ostentatious and extravagant. The Volkov kind of extravagant.

There's a fireplace and the right, on top of it is a tall portrait of me, Nikolai and Alexei. It's a painted version of the picture that we took in front of the fireplace back at the old house. I was wearing a royal blue long gown while the two are in their tuxedos looking like Mafia Bosses that they really are. The Volkov brothers that I fell in love with in all their godly glory.

I forced myself to zone out from the portrait because it only just reminded me of Alexei. Yes, the man was part of a beautiful past but I want him to remain there-- in the past.

As I continue to look around, I realized that most of the frames mounted to the walls are enlarged pictures of me on different ocassions. They even have small lightings directly pointed toward the frames like ones seen in museums. Geez, I feel like I'm being worshipped, it's actually creeping me out. What kind of a crazy person would do all of these?

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the huge shiny wooden door being opened. I sigh of relief escaped my mouth when I realized that its Yuri. He's wearing his usual suit and tie and of course his always serious look. I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck and throw all my weight on him.

"Yuri where are we? What is this place? Where's Nikolai?"

I felt his arm wrap behind my back, pulling me tighter toward him."Where in the Volkov Mansion. The Big Boss had this Mansion renovated for you Madame. He's out with Alexei and the other brothers. He left me to take care of you. You are to eat breakfast with me downstairs. The Boss' order."

I removed myself from the embrace to meet him in the eyes, "So you mean, when Nikolai told me that he had the house renovated he meant this house? And not the other one?"

"Yes Madame."

So Nikolai and Alexei were telling the truth when they said that

I asked, gazing towards

answered, "Alexei wanted your pictures enlarged and fixed to the walls. He said he wants to see your face wherever he goes

mean there are other

his lips are slightly pulled to the side obviously enjoying my

times I thought Nikolai is the mentally challenged amongst the

"You are beautiful. I can't blame the Boss

so these

Big Boss will have a

are my

with a little

having a full conversation. Most of the time, I just ask a question and he answers in one or two words straightforwardly. And I must admit, I like this side

while placing both my hands

time, his small smile turned into an arrogant smirk. It's so refreshing to see him like this. "Yuri, will you allow me to comb this ridiculously

"Not until

in combing my hair. A frown instantly formed on my face as I try to push him away from me. "Let go of me Yuri! If you don't want

obviously enjoying every bit of reaction he gets from exasperating me. I never got

go of me

want to comb

hair first

are having some major mood swings Madame. And it's

not!" I denied