BELLADORA.
Svadba- The wedding,
I didn’t know how long we stood there, seconds, minutes… God it felt like an eternity, but then the double doors were being pulled open, a man on each side holding them, their tuxedos pressed and sharp.
Their expressions were stoic as they glanced our way. My father had his hand curled around mine, which rested on his forearm.
But I wasn’t foolish enough to think it was because he was trying to reassure me. No, he was doing it so I didn’t run.
Not that I would get very far in these stilettos or with all the security. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly. The day had finally come.
I was about to wed Alexei, heir to the Caban Russian mafia. A man who was by all accounts… bad. And he was to be my husband, for better or worse. My father’s body was te
