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“Gospozha, we’re here.”
I removed the earphones and opened my eyes. I peeked outside through the tinted window of my car. We had arrived at our destination— Inara. This is one of the most famous and expensive clubs in Thailand, which belongs to none other than my husband.
And Yeah, I am in Thailand with him.
Recently, Bratva’s significant deals worth billions have been successful. To celebrate this, all the members of Bratva have organized a party here. I didn’t like to attend Bratva parties because they held parties most of the time outside Russia. I had to travel and Jenna also could not come with me because the entire responsibility of the mansion was on her.
Hyeon opened the car door and extended his hand to me. “Gospozha—” Liam hasn’t been feeling well since we landed in Thailand, so he’s been resting in the hotel and Hyeon will be staying with me today instead of Liam.
Hyeon helped me out of the car, but the sight of all those people, lights, pomp and splendour suddenly terrified me. A good deal of the paparazzi were standing at the entrance gate with cameras to capture the moment of the big personality.
“Chief, everything has been arranged,” Hyeon said. I felt someone’s presence next to me and the smell of leather and masculine cologne filled my nose.
I raised my eyes, seeing my husband standing beside me. He was wearing a double-breasted black tuxedo and looked straight out of a fairy tale. I was overawed. His white shirt brought out the colour of his skin, and the elegant bow tie was so classy. He looked so dignified.
“So we should go,” he announced, looking at Hyeon.
Hearing his words, Hyeon looked at me and gave me a sweet smile. I rolled my eyes and smoothed down my black satin sleeveless slit maxi dress. Then I wrapped my hand around the bastard’s muscular arm without looking at his face.
We took some steps together and in a few moments, the flashing lights of the paparazzi illuminated the night. He slowly took a step back and turned toward the photographers with his arm around my waist. I smiled at the cameras and tried to look as noble as I could, whereas he did not smile, instead just waiting until they were done. This happened every time, what was our relationship like, we were a happy married couple in front of the world.
After some seconds, Hyeon waved a hand to the paparazzi, signalling that this was enough. I wrapped my hand around his arm again as we headed toward the entrance along the red carpet. Having crossed the hall, I pulled out my hand because there was no one to capture us now, every party in Bratva was very private. He moved to the other side with Hyeon and his two bodyguards and I also had a bodyguard behind me. I reached the main entrance ballroom lined with monumental pillars. There were candles and white flowers on round tables.
