Her Volkovs #Book 4

Belle's POV

Silence fills the air as Nikolai and Alexei await my response. Somehow there's this little part of me thinking that Nikolai felt pressured to push for the wedding because of our argument about other people thinking that they are still single since they did not even wear wedding bands and our other past arguments regarding the matter--most of which resulted out of my frustration about how Nikolai literally dragged me to the altar and forced me to marry him.

I just look down to my ring finger and brush my beautiful ruby engagement ring and the new 18 Carat diamond ring as wide as my own chubby finger.

"Don't you like it baby? I just thought you can wear this tonight for the Ball. I have already arranged for a bigger one--a 40 Carat for our wedding. What do you think?" He says while kissing the back of my hand.

I moved up his chin so we can see each other eye to eye. "Nikolai, this is too much. How do you suppose I can walk around comfortably wearing this? And besides, have you seen my jewelry shelves back at the mansion?"

"Yes. We had the shelves shipped from Italy and then I ordered our people to fill them with pieces of jewelry for you. Did you like your closet by the way?" He answers, completely oblivious of my point.

My god this man. I am so close to friggin erupting really. "Nikolai, you cannot call it a closet if you have two escalators, an elevator, revolving shelves, voice-activated glass doors, and two floors of designer stuff in it. It's already a friggin mall! We have a mall inside or home Nikolai! A mall!"

"So, you don't like it?" He asked.

I sighed and just all the way gave up. Belle please, men's brains are wired to see either black or white. No rainbows or glitters. Do yourself a favor and be straightforward to him. "It's not that I don't like it. It's amazing really Nikolai and I appreciate all the things that you are giving me. But maybe perhaps next time, just modest and simple things. I can just imagine the price of this diamond ring and the 40 Carat diamond ring that you're planning to get for our wedding."

"You are my Queen. You are to wear what I want you to wear. You will have what I want you to have. You will not stop me from doing what I want. End of."

There he goes again. Arrogance level one hundred thousand! Nikolai Vacheslav Volkov.

"You marry yourself then Nikolai. End of." I retorted.

are married to me in perpetuity no matter what you say or do. I have papers to prove it and witnesses. So go ahead. Rebel against me all you want A--REBEL--A. Your last name is still VOLKOV and -- oh god this is my favorite part -- you,

what he means---" Alexei inserted as he tries to salvage the situation and obviously trying to cover his brother's ass. He then shoots a piercing look towards the cocky bastard whom I call my husband

attempted to walk away but Alexei caught my hand and pulls me right onto his lap. "I want to go now! Obviously, I don't have

I look right now. I instantly smack him on his shoulder. He then wraps his arms around my body to stop me from moving. "What my brother means is that me and him have no one else to spend our money on

I answered,

could ever need in this lifetime. This fucker alone is a Billionaire. And the Mafia earns millions of dollars a day. We work hard and we play harder. And our only play is spending on you. You are the

I could even continue.

up at me intensely I feel like I'm going to melt. "This doesn't mean that you don't have a say in this relationship. It's the exact opposite of that. We are at your mercy, my love. We will do anything for you. It's just that, you don't

the same time? It's one hell of a deadly combination. "Fine. If this will make you and

inserts sporting a playful smirk on

rolling my eyes

thing I know, the three of us are already on the couch, wrestling. I'm trying

your wound! Stop it! And I'm squished!

nose on my underarm. I instantly panicked because I'm not sure

or something. "Uhmmm smells so fucking

all my blood rushed to my face in complete and utter embarrassment. I want to scream and run to a corner

to my wounded ego, Alexei did the same thing as his brother rains kiss on my armpit. He then acts like he got high or is about to sneeze I'm not really sure. The two then laughed teasingly. All the more I felt terribly embarrassed. Oh Lord, just friggin hit me with

two have underarm hair. How come it's such an issue if I have it as well? Such a

it, baby! Is it an issue to you

ones down there you know." Alexei

are weird!" I