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I don’t want this to become all about business and what we can gain from being married to each other. I want her to share this life with me, to have my children and to be the smiling face I come home to at the end of every day. I want to wake up in the morning and make love to her. I want to hear her tell me that she loves me forever and always.

So, I continue to act selfishly. It’s become an obsession to see how many times I can cum inside her. I’m breeding her, and she seems to like it. Maybe we’re both addicted to fucking up our lives and unwilling to admit it to each other.

Or maybe we were meant to be together. For some reason, she’s still resistant to that idea, so I don’t suggest it anymore. I take all I can get and pray that things end well for us.

Or that they don’t end at all.

With one week left, we’re still doing well. The wedding arrangements have already been made in Florida, where we’re going to be making our final stop, and the paperwork is complete from both sides. Very soon, Stella will be my wife.

I can’t stop thinking about it. Chekhov says I’m in love because of how obsessed with Stella I am, but I won’t admit it to him. It would only make me look like a fool if she ended up pushing me away in the end.

But I do think of our future together. I imagine it like I never paid her to be my wife. Ironically, she’d be in a better position financially if it weren’t about the money. I’d be willing to share all my wealth with her, and she’d have unlimited access to my bank accounts and credit cards.

Everything would be hers if this was for love, but since she insists on keeping it a business deal, regardless of how she obviously feels about me, she’s only getting the ten million.

Now that I’ve shown her my bank account, she knows that ten million is a drop in the bucket for me. I could’ve given her much more, and I would’ve, if she had asked, but she never did. The price for her hand remains the same, and the only thing I regret is having to buy it from her at all.

There’s a sadness in that fact that I can’t shake. It causes a sorrow deep within me, the type that makes even the sweetest moments a little bitter. I want her to want me, even if I was too broke to buy her as my wife. Love is what I seek, but I’ve ruined it for myself.

It’s funny, in a way. I can have everything in the world because I’m a rich and powerful Bratva boss, but I can’t truly have Stella.

37

Stella

I’ve been at sea for too long for this to be sea sickness. The results of my recklessness have finally come in the form of morning sickness, and I know all too well what that means.

I probably wasn’t pregnant from the first time. It would’ve been perfectly fine to continue drinking, having fun, and remembering to wrap it up before having sex with Yuri again.

But I leaned into my carelessness instead of backing away from it. Once Pandora’s box had been opened, there was no way to close it, and I kept riding Yuri like I was on an endless carousel.

Except this ride is about to come to an end quite abruptly. I can’t keep playing this dangerous game now that I know I’m probably pregnant. It’s the wake-up call I thought I wouldn’t get, but desperately needed. Only now, it’s probably too late.

In another lifetime, this would come as a blessing. A marriage and a baby at the same time? What a wonderful turn of events. A month ago, I was the victim of a cheating loser who only thought about himself. Now, I’m the fiancée of a powerful mafia boss who wants to shower me with money and eat my pussy daily.

It’s too late to turn back time and forget this ever happened. I didn’t think that would happen, anyway, but I also didn’t think I’d get this far into this lifestyle without any warning signs that I was going too deep.

When I look at it from an outside perspective, how my mother would see it when I arrive back home, I see how insane this whole adventure has turned out. I got on a boat as an impulse, and a month later I’m living an entirely different life.

It’s not the travel that changed me. It’s Yuri, and I could either blame him or come clean and admit that we’re both responsible for what has happened.

A baby.

I can’t believe I didn’t do anything to prevent this. It’s not that I don’t want to be a mother, but there’s still so much danger hanging over our heads.

The last country we make port at is Colombia. At this point, Yuri has already successfully offloaded all his cargo, and has informed his contacts in Colombia that there is none left for them. He refuses to leave the boat for this reason, as he assumes there’s some danger from turning them down, but I can’t stay like he can.

I need to get a pregnancy test, and that requires leaving with the rest of the passengers as the ship comes to a slow stop.

“You can’t go,” he says as I put my shoes on. “That’s far too dangerous.”

I scoff. “Dangerous for you, Yuri, but I told Molly I would hang out with her before the cruise was over. This is our last chance to spend some quality time together.”

“And not with me?” he asks, immediately trying to manipulate me into feeling bad about going.

My resolve is firm, and I need that pregnancy test to know for sure if I’m carrying his baby. He’ll get the real explanation for my sudden departure when I’m back, but I don’t want to tell him yet. Molly is as good of an excuse as I’m going to get.

Plus, it’s not entirely false. I told her I would meet up with her once we docked in Colombia, and I’m a woman of my word.

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