Page 78 of The Bratva's Forbidden Pregnancy

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.

It had been a while since we were intimate, and I was already craving his cock; my blood was boiling with passion. This was the reason I couldn’t stop staring at him back at the church; my mind was filled with the dirty things he’d do to me tonight.

Honestly, right there at the altar, I hadn’t fully paid attention to the clergyman’s words. Vlad’s sexiness was distracting me, and I was busy painting nasty pictures in my head, pictures that got me turned on. Maybe it was wrong to have harbored those thoughts in such a moment, but it couldn’t have been helped.

Beyond the sexual attraction, though, I was so much in love with Vladimir Wolkov, and I couldn’t stop thanking the heavens for sending him my way.

A few months ago, this wasn’t possible; yet today, what felt like a dream had become a reality—my reality. Despite all that we’d been through—all the pain, hurt, and misunderstanding—love still conquered all in the end.

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Later that night, after all the stress and fun-packed activities of the day, we were finally alone. He yanked me off my feet and carried me in his strong arms.

“Now, what?” I asked, biting my lower lip.

“You’ll see,” he replied with a mischievous grin as he climbed up the steps to our bedroom.

The door opened, and we stepped inside. Then, he put me down. It was beautifully decorated with candles and petals of roses shaped like a heart on the bed. The room was dimly lit with fancy lights that added to the ambience of the cozy space. Above, the ceiling was adorned to portray a beautiful night sky, with twinkling stars that looked like diamonds.

“Wow, this is lovely,” I gasped, admiring the decor.

He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. “Not as lovely as you, unfortunately.”

I melted into his embrace and drew in a deep breath, savoring the sweet candy-like scent that filled the air. My eyes caught a painting hanging off the wall across from me, and I recognized it.

“Wait a minute,” I said, breaking out of his arms in surprise. “Is that what I think it is?” I looked at him, my smile widening by the second.

“I don’t know. Go see for yourself,” he said softly.

I rushed over to the wall, and my palms flew to my mouth reflexively. It was Nightingale’s “Whispers in the Dark.”

“This is the piece that brought us together, the one thing in that gallery that caught both our attention,” he said, halting beside me.

“How did you…?” I was short of words, my heart filled with joy.

“I have my ways,” he replied and turned to me. “See that look on your face? That’s priceless.” He smiled. “I know you love the portrait, so I decided to get it for you.”

“That was quite thoughtful, Vlad. Thank you.” I placed a palm on my chest, overwhelmed by gratitude.

“Think of it as a wedding present—a symbol of our love and our unity in holy matrimony.”

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