Page 83 of The Bratva's Secret Twins

My friends grinned widely and whistled, and Tyler was busy taking photos with a huge smile on his face.

Sienna Summers’ unique purple dress, with a fashionable style, helped her stand out from the others, looking as elegant as usual.

I felt like I was floating on air, my heart so full of love and happiness that it might burst. Daniil squeezed my hand, and I knew he felt the same way.

Daniil and I walked back down the aisle, hand in hand, our hearts full of satisfaction and our love shining brighter than the sun.

Everything seemed perfect, and I was so proud to officially be a Wolkov. It was a beautiful day, a day that I had been anticipating for a long time, and my joy knew no bounds.

It still amazed me how we’d first started off as enemies, although Daniil always said that I was the one who’d seen him as an enemy. It was ironic that the man I’d spent a long time hating and running away from was the same man who had finally captured my heart and made a wife out of me.

A few years ago, if someone had told me that this day would come, I’d have doubted it. I’d have thought that even if there would be a wedding, it would be against my will.

I laughed on the inside.

Mrs. Wolkov. The name sure has a nice ring to it, my voice of reason said to me.

I didn’t think that I would be grateful that Daniil and I had stumbled upon each other in Valencia, Spain, but here I was, filled with gratitude. Our love story had one of the weirdest and most unsettling beginnings, but alas, in the end, it was all worth it.

I would remember this day for the rest of my time on Earth. And that kiss—that perfect, sweet kiss—would stay with me forever, always lingering on the fringes of my mind, a reminder of the love we shared and the promises we’d made on this magical day.

It was time to throw the flowers, and I turned my back on the anticipating ladies, all waiting to jump at it.

“Ready?” I asked and received a unanimous positive response.

In a second, I tossed the bouquet of flowers into the air and swiveled immediately, curious to know who the lucky one was. I was hoping it would be Sienna, but it was the beautiful girl I had seen beside Tyler.

She held the bouquet in her hands, looking shocked that she was the one who had caught it. As she was applauded, I wondered who she was until I saw the way Tyler held her waist from the back and kissed her cheek.

Oh, that makes sense.

He held her hand and approached me while my husband was addressing Andrei and a couple of well-wishers.

“Well, well, well, would you look at that?” I said as they halted before me, smiling.

“This was a lovely occasion, Vivian,” the girl said to me as though we were familiar with one another. “Everything is on point!” she declared admirably.

“Thank you,” I replied.

“Oh, and you look beautiful, by the way,” she added almost immediately. “Maybe someday, I'll be like you.”

I blushed.

“From the way I see it, you’re next,” I said to her, looking at the bouquet in her hand.

Tyler cleared his throat conspicuously. “Did you guys really just pretend that I wasn’t here?”

We laughed.

“Vivian, meet Caroline,” he said to me. “My better half.” Tyler looked at her lovingly.

“Aww.” I blushed on her behalf.

“Caroline, meet my best friend, Vivian,” he said to her.

“I’m a huge fan, Vivian,” she confessed. “Ty has told me a lot of you.”

“Has he now?” I looked at him. “Yet, he chose to hide you from me.” I frowned at him.

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