Her Volkovs #Book 1

Belle's POV

Finally, New York!

This moment is written down on my bucket list. Go to 'merica, live in an apartment exactly like in the movies. Concrete staircase and iron handrails painted in black and a beautiful hardwood door frame with intricate carvings. Normally with two to three stories and the attic being the most romantic place overlooking the city. Outside are huge trees lining perfectly giving the streets a golden surreal look come autumn.

However, some family beat me to the main apartment so I settled in the basement apartment. I am kind of disappointed but I'm not complaining. The basement is close to perfection. It also has these concrete stairs going down and just a few steps to the left is a tiny porch where a wooden round table and two comfortable wooden chairs are situated. Surrounding the front porch are beautiful violets. And to top it all up, colorful lights the size of chestnuts hang around the tiny porch. It's surreal and romantic.

While taking a stroll around the block, a flower shop instantly caught my attention. Some orchids hang in front of the shop and batches of pink, red, yellow and white roses, tulips, carnations, baby's breath, and lilies are displayed outside.

And then there it is my personal favorite, the long-stemmed red daisies. Ugh! They are adorable! I hurriedly walked towards the direction of the daisies when all of a sudden, BAM!

"Oww! Ouch!"

Dammit! My face hit the glass window!

The daisies are in fact displayed inside the shop and not in the aisle outside along with the other flowers. Whoever cleaned that glass window to perfection should be given a raise. He did a good job in making it seamless!

Oh god. I then realized my current situation. I can feel my blood rushing up my face.

I quickly gathered my wits and decided to play it cool. I glanced from side to side just to make sure that no one saw what just happened.

To my utter horror, I heard a soft chuckle from the back. My heart instantly skipped a beat. Shit.

like never before. I think it's time to disappear from the face of the

blew-- hard. The next thing I know, my dignity as a woman was shattered into tiny pieces. I wished at this point that the

blew all the way up and revealed my panties to the world! A total Marilyn Monroe moment that I swear to the gods, I did

hold my skirt down, I remember that I wore the pink undies my best friend gave me with

have worn it in the first place, but that was the first thing I was able to grab from my luggage since I still wasn't able to

that lightning of yours and just hit me as strongly

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Nikolai's POV

call me again until that piece of shit holds his end of the deal." I ended the call fisting my

be needing our men

nods and

been three years since that awful incident. I can still see her face every time I close my eyes. I can still smell the blood that

wasn't able to protect her. I should

eyes as I try to erase her bloody and lifeless image

the street to get Yelena flowers in the small flower shop where she would

be real. If this is

Yelena?

direction. A strike of disappointment hit me

like Yelena. Every perfect angelic feature, every twist and wave of her