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I wanted to make sure that wasn’t the case.

Things were still complicated between me and Andrei. I had a target on my back and a shipment to find, it wouldn’t be ideal to get pregnant with all the chaos around me.

“I did.

He stared at me intently. “Are you pregnant?”

“Thankfully, I’m not. It was just a pregnancy scare.” I paused and narrowed my eyes on him. “Were you afraid a pawn in your game was carrying your child?”

His brows knitted, and the muscles on his arm flexed. “You’re not a pawn to me, Giselle. And yes, I was afraid, but not because I thought you were pregnant with my child. I was afraid both you and the baby were in danger.”

I tucked a lock of matted hair behind my ear. I couldn’t even stay mad at him when he said things like that to me. “The test came out negative. I’m not pregnant. Happy?”

“Listen,solnishko, because I am not going to say this again,” he said, his tone serious and his eyes heavy with an emotion I’d never seen before. “At the start, yes, you were just a means to an end to me, but not anymore.”

I held my breath, my shoulders tensing. “Are you saying I mean more to you now?”

“Yes, you do. And I like the idea of starting a family with you.”

I huffed. “Getting me pregnant is not exactly the way to start a family with me.”

“No, it’s not. You’re mine, Giselle. I’ll marry you.”

Staring at his face, I looked for hints to show he was joking, but there were none. He looked dead serious as he said those words to me.

I didn’t want to believe him, but I knew he wasn’t bluffing. Andrei Yezhov would never joke about a thing like that or say things he didn’t mean.

I wasn’t his, though. I wasn’t a piece of property he could claim or put a ring on and chain to his side forever, but I knew better than to argue or turn down his proposal.

A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of being shackled to this man—his brutality and the mafia. Yet I couldn’t go away.

Not after I’d watched him brutally kill the man who hurt me.

Chapter 18 – Giselle

“You can’t force me to marry you,” Giselle snapped, her raven hair falling over her face in a disheveled manner.

I tilted my head to look at her.

My God….

There was nothing I would rather look at first thing in the morning aside from the beautiful view in front of me.

She wore a thin nightgown that showed off most of her cleavage, and her nipples strained against the useless fabric.

My body twitched in response to how sexy she looked in it, my balls tingly with need.

I remembered it all, how she came on my tongue, how she moaned my name as I fucked her that night. I needed to feel her again soon, or I’d lose my fucking mind.

It had been two days since she had run away and been kidnapped, and I was happy to see some of her fiery spirit return.

To be honest, I’d been quite worried when she didn’t protest the marriage like I was expecting her to.

Giselle Rae wasn’t a pushover, and she certainly wasn’t the kind of girl who would give in to a marriage she didn’t want to begin with, especially not with a man she was pretending to hate.

She’d barged into my room this morning with the wind behind her, her emerald eyes wide with defiance. She was seething, hands crossed over her chest and her foot tapping the floor impatiently.

I rolled out of bed bare-chested, and her cheeks turned red with embarrassment. Still, she didn’t back down.

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