Protecting Her

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Jezzabelle's POV

"If I'm pregnant with another man's child, why do you still want to marry me?" I speak out, confused at the two Vasiliev men sitting in front of me.

"That bastard child won't get in the way of what I wish to do to you after we're finally together legally" Viktor chuckles as his dad rolls his eyes.

"There's many ways we can make people think that child is a Vasiliev. Even if it may not come out looking like your husband" Aleksander chimes in before going back to eating his breakfast.

It's been a full week of me being locked in the room upstairs before my capturers finally decided to let me leave that luxurious but boring prison. I guess me constantly pleading with the in house doctor under their payroll, to finally let me get out and see where I was had finally paid off.

When Viktor found out I was pregnant, he wanted to get rid of my baby immediately. But when Aleksander  noticed my big distressed rage I put on for keeping my child, he ended up bargaining with me on something I unwillingly agreed to for the sake of my unborn child.

"You can do anything you want with that bastard child but as soon as it's out of you, I'm making a new one with my DNA right after" Viktor snickers as I turned to Aleksander who was rolling his eyes at his son.

"So, now that this your first day out of your room. How did you plan on using it wisely?" Aleksander asks while I looked around the big dining room we were in.

"Where are we?" I question back, noticing the frames on the walls were of Russian paintings.

I wasn't an art expert but judging by the settings in the pictures plus the art class I took in college for fun, I've seen the famous Russian artworks before.

"We're in your new home. I'd suggest you take as much time as you can to get used to this place because once my grandmothers wedding ring goes onto your finger, you and I will be expanding our bloodline in here. And as my wife, you'll be cleaning, cooking and doing your wife duties in this very place" Viktor replies with a smirk.

"We're not in America anymore?" I wondered out loud, already knowing the answer.

"Why would a Vasiliev ever get married in a place that wasn't their homeland? It would be a disgrace not to get married in the same place we were born and raised" Viktor scoffs while eating his food.

"That's enough son" Aleksander clears his throat while gesturing the maid behind him to take away his empty dishes.

"Since I'm sure you remember our little agreement, I want to take the honor of showing my new daughter in law where she'll be living for the rest of her life" He adds on while standing up from the table to put his hand out to me.

With rage boiling inside me, I forced myself to take his hand while standing up from my chair so he can lead us out of the dining room we were eating breakfast in.

"Don't mind what my stupid son says about your future, you and I already know what I plan to do for our future" Aleksander starts of while leading me to two large doors.

Thinking he was letting me go out to the front of this place, I got excited to try to find a way out. That died down when my eyes fell on a large backyard garden heavily guarded with men in suits holding weapons.

"Judging by the frown on your face, I'd think you had been pondering to go back on our agreement?"

Aleksander mumbles while pulling me close to him as the feeling of something metal was now pointing at my stomach. When I looked down to see what it was, my face paled at the loaded pistol pointing directly at my currently flat stomach.