HER MR. VOLKOV (Her Volkovs Book 3)

Chapter 11. Matushka's Party. Part 2. (The Romantic Demon)

Belle's POV

"My princess Belle!"

It's Matushka Irene. She's wearing a grey and classy empire cut dress. Her brunette hair is tied with pearls in a loose pony tail. She undeniably looks classy.

She opened her arms to embrace me as she approaches our direction. She hugged me tightly, and I hugged her back.

"Matushka, I miss you."

She removed herself from the embrace and inspected me from head to foot.

"My dear princess, I am so glad you came."

She held both my arms and looked down to my tummy. She gently ran her palm on my abdomen. Her eyes slowly filled with tears. She covered her mouth as she tries to supress a sob.

"Matushka..."

"Forgive me sweet princess, I'm just....I'm happy. We are having a tiny little Volkov soon. It's overwhelming! Vyacheslav would have been very proud if that romantic demon is still alive today."

It's really amazing how the people around us believe without a doubt that this baby is a Volkov but the father of the baby himself thinks the absolute opposite.

I myself am starting to tear up but I tried so hard to hold back my emotion. Little did she know that she wont be able to see this baby anymore. I am going home to Palawi and I'm gonna make sure that nobody from the Volkov family nor anyone from New York will see me and the little one, ever.

My father can make that happen and I'm going to ask him to make that happen. Even if pa is not running the country anymore, his power and influence remained. I am assured of my privacy all through out my pregnancy. I just have to survive his wrath first.

Matushka shifted her attention to Artan. She instantly embraced him gently. Matushka looks at Artan with pure adoration so as Artan to her. She kissed Artan's forehead whith tears on her eyes.

"Okay, so since everybody is here, I will have the dinner served. And oh by the way princess, youre not allowed to drink even just a drop of wine understood?"

I smiled at her and nodded in response. I can see from the corner of my eye that Nikolai and Alexei are both gazing at our direction. I looked up at Artan and I noticed that he's looking at them as well. I pulled my hand from his arm a little bit to grab his attention.

"Artan..."

He just flashes a smile at me in response.

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Amy's POV

Oh my friggin god! This party is the friggin bomb! The Ultra Boss and Extra Boss are both looking at the Albanian Mob Boss like they want to rip his head off of his neck. Gosh! If only looks could kill. Ahhhhhh! I can just imagine what those Volkov boys are thinking right now. This is just the most nerve racking party I have ever been to!

Mr. Suave Artan looks like he has won the friggin mega jackpot by just the fact that B is on his side. He is obviously displaying her to the world, telling everyone that he has won against the Russian Mafia Bosses.

If there's one person who's not winning in this situation, it's none other than my bestfriend. She obviously looked the most uncomfortable. She looks like she's suffering from constipation or something. Poor pregers. I would not wish to be in her shoes right now.

The round table has nametags on top, designating the assigned seats. I should be seated right next to B to my right while Alexei is to my left. 

To B's right is Artan while Artan is next to Irene the bad ass woman I hope to get to know better, while Nikolai and Alexei are next to Irene.