Her Volkovs #Book 3

Chapter 40

Belle's POV

Tears came pouring down my eyes the moment I woke up. I feel like I just had a very bad dream but I

can't even remember what I was dreaming about. All I know is that I am scared.

When I slowly gained my full conciousness, I realized that I'm inside an exquisitely elegant huge room

draped with thick dark green curtains. The lighting inside the room is a romantic dim but I can still see

everything around.

The king size bed is on top of an elevated pavement and has a large head board frame with a gold

monogram V right in the middle. It's like the King's chamber in the olden times with a modern touch, it's

actually pretty cool. The sheets are a combination of white, dark green and gold. The pillows have gold

monogram V and wolf's head just like Nikolai's tattoo on his neck which indicate that this room is a

Volkov's room. I instantly feel at ease. It's unbelievable how Nikolai's insignia alone can calm me down.

There are opulent sofas and furnitures and a round shaped crystal chandelier hanging down like

raindrops. There's a huge door to the right and another two doors adjacent to it. The fourth door is near

the windows to the left and I'm guessing it's the main door of this impressive grand bedroom that is

mostly covered with black, dark green and gold motif.

This room reminds me so much of the Presidential Palace where my family lived for years when Pa

was still running Palawi, only this one is more ostentatious and extravagant. The Volkov kind of

extravagant.

There's a fireplace and the right, on top of it is a tall portrait of me, Nikolai and Alexei. It's a painted

version of the picture that we took in front of the fireplace back at the old house. I was wearing a royal

blue long gown while the two are in their tuxedos looking like Mafia Bosses that they really are. The

Volkov brothers that I fell in love with in all their godly glory.

I forced myself to zone out from the portrait because it only just reminded me of Alexei. Yes, the man

was part of a beautiful past but I want him to remain there-- in the past.

As I continue to look around, I realized that most of the frames mounted to the walls are enlarged

pictures of me on different ocassions. They even have small lightings directly pointed toward the

frames like ones seen in museums. Geez, I feel like I'm being worshipped, it's actually creeping me out.

What kind of a crazy person would do all of these?

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the huge shiny wooden door being opened. I sigh of relief

escaped my mouth when I realized that its Yuri. He's wearing his usual suit and tie and of course his

always serious look. I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck and throw all my weight on him.

"Yuri where are we? What is this place? Where's Nikolai?"

I felt his arm wrap behind my back, pulling me tighter toward him."Where in the Volkov Mansion. The

Big Boss had this Mansion renovated for you Madame. He's out with Alexei and the other brothers. He

left me to take care of you. You are to eat breakfast with me downstairs. The Boss' order."

I removed myself from the embrace to meet him in the eyes, "So you mean, when Nikolai told me that

he had the house renovated he meant this house? And not the other one?"

"Yes Madame."

That makes sense. So Nikolai and Alexei were telling the truth when they said that they had the house

renovated.

"Uhm, how about that?" I asked, gazing towards the large pictures on the wall.

Yuri looked towards where I'm gazing at and answered, "Alexei wanted your pictures enlarged and

fixed to the walls. He said he wants to see your face wherever he goes in the mansion."

"What?! You mean there are other pictures of me around the mansion?"

He just nods, his lips are slightly pulled to the side obviously enjoying my horrified reaction.

Oh my goodness! And all these times I thought Nikolai is the mentally challenged amongst the

brothers. These pictures are already bordering manic obsession.

"The pictures are beautiful." Yuri said while looking at me intently, "You are beautiful. I can't blame the

Boss if he wants to see your face in every corner of this Mansion."

"He wont live with us anymore so these pictures should be taken down." I answered.

"The Big Boss will have a different opinion."

"Well, those are my pictures. Nikolai can't insist."

"Sure he can." He replied with a little bit of swag.

My lips parted in Yuri's bluntness. It is actually very rare that Yuri and I are having a full conversation.

Most of the time, I just ask a question and he answers in one or two words straightforwardly. And I must

admit, I like this side of him more.

"Really now?" I said with raised eyebrows while placing both my hands on my right side.

This time, his small smile turned into an arrogant smirk. It's so refreshing to see him like this. "Yuri, will Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

you allow me to comb this ridiculously flawless beard?" I said while brushing my palms on his beard

while squishing his face.

He chuckled and then retorted, "Not until you comb your hair first Madame."

He instantly reminded me of Alexei and his penchant in combing my hair. A frown instantly formed on

my face as I try to push him away from me. "Let go of me Yuri! If you don't want to see my unkempt

hair then dont look at me or talk to me at all!"

His smile grew even wider like a loco, obviously enjoying every bit of reaction he gets from

exasperating me. I never got to move away from him since his arms are wrapped around my waist.

"I said let go of me Yuri!"

"I thought you want to comb my beard?"

"You want me to comb my hair first in exchange for that! No deal!" I exclaimed.

"The Boss is right. You are having some major mood swings Madame. And it's driving the brothers

crazy."

"I am not!" I denied vehemently.

"Of course, my bad. I apologize." He replied. I dont know if he's being serious or what.

After a few more seconds, I finally grew tired of wiggling. When will I ever learn that my physical

strength is nothing compared to these men?

"Whatever. You can stop scrunching me now. Pregnant woman. Remember?" I said with a shade of

bitchness.

I still wanted to ask him if it's okay if I brush his beard with my hands but I'm too embarassed. I'm just

holding back the urge to go ahead and cup his face without asking permission.

I asked him to just wait for me downstairs because I want to take a shower first before breakfast. He

lets go of me gently and exited the room. I took a few more steps and looked around-- the luxury and

vastness of this master bedroom is astonishing. It would literally take time to go from point a to point b

in this room.

I opened one of the doors, wishing that it would lead me to the bathroom but to my utter surprise it's a

door to another huge room. The moment I entered; all the lights, the escalators, the revolving cabinets

went on like the opening of a friggin mall.

The ground floor are all men's wear. Suits of different shades, shoes of different colors and styles,

cabinets for ties, cufflinks, socks, shirts, pants and colognes, all luxury brands. There's a long row on

the left and another one on the right side where the stuffs are perectly displayed.

There's a glass elevator in the middle and escalators on both sides connecting the men's floor to the

second floor. When I reached the second floor using the elevator, I was immediately greeted by a huge

V shaped chandelier giving the whole place a sparkling ambiance, a long vanity mirror, posh chairs,and

a small runway where I can try and change clothes.

As I look around, I can't help but get excited to see display after display of designer clothes, dresses,

gowns, pants, undergarments, shoes, bags and accessories. All perfectly presented per luxury brands

just like how they are usually displayed in boutiques. I think these are all too much. My husband surely

went overboard again---not that I'm surprised. His and his brother's taste have always been

impeccable.

While walking around, a note on top of one of the racks caught my attention,

Voice activated shelves. Password: Mrs. Volkov

The moment I said Mrs. Volkov the shelves in the center island of the room opened one by one. The

room lit up as the jewelries appear in all their splendor. Diamond studded necklaces, bracelets, rings,

tiaras, pins-- all glittered like millions of stars in the night sky.

Oh my god. These are beautiful! Too beautiful! And all of these are for me? My goodness, how, when

and where in the world will I wear all of these?

Exactly how rich is Nikolai again?