The Bratva's Forbidden pregnancy

Twenty five

Sienna

And...I said I do.

This was the most thrilling day of my life, the day I tied the knot with Vlad. I was so emotional that it took everything in me not to cry; our story was messed up at some point, and I didn't think was going to be possible, yet it was my reality.

The church doors parted after the ceremony, and we both walked out, arms intertwined as the newlyweds. Familiar faces smiled at us, wishing us well in our lives together.

As we headed down the steps outside the church building, my eyes teared up, and my hand hurt from all that waving.

It was a wonderful day to be a bride, to be Vlad's bride.

Mom and Dad couldn't hide their pride that morning, and I had to warn Mom not to cry because I would've done the same if she had. It was a struggle, but she managed to hold the tears back. She'd spoken from her heart, not her head, during her speech, and her words were sweet and thoughtful—I didn't expect anything less from a mother who loved her daughter unconditionally.

Fiona, who had been with me throughout this journey, despite the ups and downs, was my chief bridesmaid. She proved to be more than just a friend, and in her, I found a sister. The bridal shower was a huge success because of her, and she made sure that today was perfect for me. She'd told me how strong she thought I was and that she was so proud of me, of the woman that I had become. I'd asked if her mission was to make me cry on my wedding day. Fiona had laughed and said she couldn't have me ruin my makeup on such a big day.

"You alright?" my husband asked, leaning toward my ear while we were in motion.

My husband, that was what he was now, and I'd have to get used to that, although I had a feeling I'd adapt so fast, considering how much I loved this man.

"I'm fine," I replied with a smile.

"Watch your head," he said, helping me get into the backseat of the car.

Such a gentleman.

He carefully shut the door and walked over to the other side.

I spotted Mom and Dad with Fiona standing by their side as they waved at me from the top of the steps.

"I love you," Mom mouthed, blowing me a kiss.

"I love you, too," I whispered to myself.

Vlad got in, and the door was closed beheld him. He held my hand, smiling as he looked so lovingly at me. He was so handsome in that tux that I couldn't stop staring at him all through the ceremony. It was embarrassing because I caught a couple of eyes watching me, but who cared? He was my husband, and I could stare at him however I wanted.

"Take us home," he instructed the driver, and immediately, the car was in motion.

Watching my family and friends, along with Vlad's relatives, bid us farewell as the car drove away was a reminder that I was no longer Sienna Summers, but Sienna Wolkov. I was Vlad's wife now, and our lives were intertwined—forever.

It had only been a month ago that I said yes to him at the beach, and today, I was officially Mrs. Wolkov. Wow!

As I sat there by his side in that moving vehicle, I recalled all that had happened before this day, all that had led to this point in time. My mind flew back to the very first time I saw him in St. Petersburg and how his presence had made my legs turn to jelly.

I turned to him with a wide grin, and the look in his eyes was telling me that he couldn't wait to devour me. The sexy expression was turning me on, and I enjoyed the feeling—the process of getting wet for him.