Her Volkovs #Book 3

Chapter 41

Belle's POV

After taking a bath in a bathroom half as big as my former apartment, I went downstairs for breakfast. It

took me a while to find the dining room, if not for the fact that I called out for Yuri, I would still be

roaming around lost in our own home.

Our home. I can't believe Nikolai and I are really starting a new life in this mansion. I know I should be

happy since we are going to start our own family but why do I feel incomplete? I feel discontent. And I

hate myself for feeling this way.

Nikolai, my husband, the father of my baby, deserves my undivided love and attention. I love the man

with all my heart, body and soul. It would be unfair to him if his own wife is unhappy despite of his

absolute and unconditional love.

"Madame? Are you okay? You did not touch your food. Did you want anything else? Tell me and Ill

have it done for you." Asked Yuri, interrupting my thoughts.

"I'm not hungry Yuri. You and the boys go ahead. I just need some air, excuse me." I stood up from my

chair and made my way outside.

The sunlight and cool wind instantly hugged me like it's telling me that everything is going to be fine. Or

maybe I'm just wishing that everything is going to be fine.

As what I expected, outside the mansion are several acres of land beautifully landscaped victorian

style. There are cascading fountains, well maintained topiaries, flower boxes, small statues mostly of

wolves.

Yuri said that there are a few acres of untouched lands where I get to decide what to do with. He also

said that on the other side of the mansion is the man made lake, infinity pool and a mini forest. There's

also an enclosed structure where Nikolai and Alexei are keeping their sports cars and other toys for the

big boys. I did not investigate any further.

While sitting on one of the concrete steps in front of the mansion my heart suddenly lit up when I saw

three black SUVs pulling up the drive way.

When the SUVs pulled over right in front of the mansion the men instantly went down one by one while

Boris opened the door of the SUV in the middle.

My husband stepped down, with his usual godly charm. He walked towards my direction and hugged

me instantly. God he smells so good!

"I'm sorry I had to leave last night. How's my queen and my tiny Volkov?" He asked while cupping my

face.

"I'm fine Nikolai, I'm just not used to waking up without you and Al-- uhm. What I mean is--" Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Nikolai connected his lips to mine while I grope for the right words to save myself from saying his

brother's name.

"You meant to say Alexei. My brother." He said.

I just ignored his words because he's right, I intended to say his brother's name, there is no point in

denying that.

"You two should talk."

The moment my husband said that, Alexei stepped down the SUV where Nikolai came out just a while

ago. So he was in the SUV all along.

Alexei looks like he hasnt had enough rest or sleep. He's slinging his jacket on his shoulder while his

shirt is crumpled like he just came from a fist fight or something. He has a cut on his right brow and he

is smoking a cigar, looking stiff like he doesnt even want to be here.

He glanced at me for a while, inhaled his cigar and threw it on the ground and walked past me and

Nikolai.

Perhaps my husband noticed my uncertainty about the situation, so he held my hand tight to get my

attention. "This is the only way baby. You just need to hear each other out. Okay?"

"Let go of me Nikolai!" I wanted to scream at him. Why could not he understand? I want space away

from Alexei. Me and his brother have nothing to talk about. We are done. Our relationship was a lie so

it was never meant to last.

I removed myself from Nikolai's embrace and walked rather fast away from him and his men. I heard

him hiss under his breath when he was not able grab me back to him.

When I entered the living area of the mansion, my lips parted in shock when I saw Alexei and Yuri

having a fist fight. They are speaking Russian, sounding so mad like they wanted to end each other's

life.

Alexei just landed a strong fist on Yuri's face. Yuri on the other hand answered with a punch on Alexei's

face as well. There's blood already dripping down from the Volkov brother's cut on his brow. Yuri's lip is

bleeding from the inside and he looks like he has been hit many times by Alexei pretty bad. Their men

however are just watching over while the two are having a slugfest.

I paced as fast as I can towards their direction to stop them from murdering each other, "No! Stop!

Alexei! Yuri! Please!" I instantly stood right in the middle of the two, my back facing Yuri who is now

wiping the blood from his mouth. "Stop it Alexei! What is wrong with you?!"

I turned my back on him and helped Yuri sit on the sofa. I asked one of the boys to get me a medicine

kit so that I can tend to Yuri's cuts. Nikolai on the other hand is talking to his brother in Russian.

"Yuri what happened?" I asked quietly.

"Nothing Madame."

"What do you mean nothing? You just brawled with Alexei!"

He remains silent while wiping his lips with the back of his hand. When the medicine kit arrived, I tried

to tend to Yuri's cut but to my utter surprise, Alexei stood up from his seat, and attempted to lunge at

Yuri once again.

Goodness! What is wrong with this man? Why is he acting like this towards Yuri? Ugh! I think I'm going

to lose my mind!

I immediately stood up in front of Yuri to cover him from Alexei. This time, Alexei looked even madder.

He grabbed me by my arm and dragged me upstairs. "Alexei what are you doing? Your hurting me!

Nikolai! Stop him please!"

I'm looking for Nikolai but my body swung as Alexei carries me on his shoulder making my ass fly in the

air.

"Alexei! Put me down! Ahhh! Youve gone crazy!"

"Fucking crazy!" He retorted.

Oh my god. He's completely lost it. "You have gone out of your mind Alexei!"

"Newsflash! I am fucking out of my mind Belle! I am a mad man!"

He opened the door to the master bedroom and gently placed me in bed. I attempted to stand up but

he wrapped his arm around my waist and grabbed me back to him. He then pinned me down with his

body, effectively immobilizing me. He leaned down and held my jaw tightly making my lips protrude.

"I do not appreciate being replaced by Yuri." He said all too seriously.

Oh my god! So this is what it's all about? He's jealous of Yuri? My goodness!

"You belong to VOLKOV and I. AM. A. FUCKING. VOLKOV!" He continued. He then kisses me deeply,

munching on my lips in intervals.

I stopped struggling under him so he slowly lets go of my jaw and gently removed himself from on top

of me. I sat up and curled my knees to my chest, resting my back on the headboard of the bed. I gazed

away from him because at this point my walls are slowly crumbling down. I'm slowly forgetting the most

important fact that this man is just confusing his grief with love.

From my peripheral vision, I noticed that Alexei took his shirt off, and sat beside me. I then felt that the

blanket that I'm sitting on is slowly rotating, effectively forcing me to meet him in the eyes. I tried to

move my ass but he has already held my hips in place.

He just looks at me intently like he's inspecting every inch of my face. I can already feel the heat

crawling up my face. I couldnt help but look down in embarassment. "What do you want Alexei?"

"You broke up with me over the phone. Why?"

"You know why."

"Fucking hell Arabella! I want to fucking know why it was so easy for you to end our relationship like it

was just a fucking walk in the park?!"

If only this man knows that the pain he has left me is slowly ruining my relationship with Nikolai. I'm a

wreck inside. And I feel like I could not offer myself enough to my husband because this.

"You left our honeymoon because you have a more important thing to do. You had to avenge Yelena

because you still think her death is on Sergey's hands. I don't want to get in your way so it's better that

I end our relationship that was never supposed to happen in the first place. Youre still grieving Yelena's

death and I just happen to look like her. Youre not in love with me. Youre in love with Yelena. I will

never be Yelena."

There's a long and somber silence after I said that. Alexei brushes his fingers at the back of his head,

down his nape.

"If your likeness to Yelena will become the reason why I will lose you, then I will start praying that you

exchange faces with youre mother because damn your Ma was hot!"

My eyebrows crinkled, all puzzled to his response. Is this man high or what? I swear my palm is

already itching to land on his face. I tried to stand up but I ended up landing on my bum once again.

"Princess, sit your sexy ass and listen to me. You and Yelena are alike in so many ways. The way you

smile, your soft lips, your---" He looks at my tits for a good five seconds before I planted my palm on his

face and pushed it backwards.

He just continues, "The sound of your giggles, the smell of your hair, the way the top of your nose

sweat when you feel anxious, your expertise in cooking -- you have the same special ability of ending

all of us in just one sitting, not even our greatest enemies can do that to us, only You and Yelena--, how

you squeez your body on my side in the middle of the night because you want to be snuggled, the way

you touch me at the end of a long day. I can go on and on. Yes, you will always remind me of Yelena,

but that's what makes our relationship different and special. I loved her but I love you now. You are my

present and my future. My princess and my wife. You are my everything."

I don't know what else to say after that, I just sat there in silence. The next thing he did however

instantly brought tears to my eyes.

He slowly rested his head on my lap while his arms are wrapped around my waist, "Let me sleep here

for a while okay? I have nothing. I have nowhere to go."

Without even a minute from closing his eyes, Alexei is now softly snoring. My heart breaks looking at

him like this. I did this. I did this to him. I alienated him from his brother and from me. I pushed him

away from the only family he has.