Page 49 of The Bratva King's Pregnant Bride

I was too weak to speak poetically like he had. The words wouldn’t come. I had never been for poetry, anyway; I preferred to get straight to the point, giving it how it should be.

“I love you too,” I repeated weakly.

Dominik moved closer and took one of my hands. “You’re a treasure, more precious than gold, and I will make sure to keep you.” He searched my eyes, his voice full of sincerity. “No one will ever take you from me. Not even you. You’re mine, little mouse. Mine.”

Tears ran down my cheeks. He loves me. I’d had a feeling that he did, but even so, I marveled; nothing that had happened between us could possibly lead to a love like his.

“Thank you, Dominik.” I smiled weakly, squeezing his hand.

“I will always protect you,” he said fiercely. “All of you.”

He kissed my hands and placed them on the blanket beside me. I looked at the twins, so innocent, with such pureness on their faces; they looked like angels, but they were my babies. Mine forever.

My heart melted a little at their sweet smiles. I felt so lucky, so privileged, to have brought them into this world. They were so precious and fragile. How will I ever repay them for everything they’ve done for me?

Epilogue – Dominik

Four years later

Call it perfect. Try to define it. I don’t think anything could come close to what I was blessed with.

Yes. A gift. I—well, my family—we built this legacy, maybe through crime, but we remain in the shadows, so far removed from the light that it’s hard to see us.

Which is why chance encounters, like the one I had with Maya, will forever be treasured.

Amid an escort of five cars, my black Rolls Royce Phantom pulled up to the huge gate, which opened to let us into the Sharov residence. Armed men in dark suits stood at the gate, and in shadows of the oak trees along the drive, there were more.

This was my home, and I had made it a fortress fit to protect all that mattered to me in the world—it was all here.

The escort accompanied me all the way to the entrance of the mansion, right up to its massive, towering columns. On the steps leading to the house stood Maya and our twins, Anna and Mikhail, all with smiles on their faces.

To me, that was the best part of it all—not the opulence of the mansion, not the expansive grounds and manicured gardens—my family.

Artem emerged from the front passenger’s side and opened the backseat door for me. I stepped out, only to be greeted by the most adorable sight: Anna and Mikhail running towards me.

I watched my wife’s juicy ass sway as she walked into the house, and my cock stirred in my pants. Fuck. I adjusted myself, my jaw ticking.

Anna and Mikhail reached the base of the steps; dashing across the short space between us, they reached their little arms toward me. I stooped to gather them both in arms, and rested there, enjoying their warmth.

“Anna,” I called, and her grin broadened.

“Yes, Papa?”

I looked to Mikhail. “Mikhail.”

“Yes, Papa?”

“How are you both doing?”

They chorused, “Fine.”

Then Anna added, “But I caught Mikhail playing with Jennifer.”

Of course. Her doll.

“Did he spoil her?” I asked.

Mikhail stepped in to defend himself. “No, Papa. She was just being mean about it. She didn’t want me playing with her toys.”

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