Page 5 of Bound Bride
How the hell am I going to get pregnant by a man who just abandoned me at the altar?
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KONSTANTIN
Outside, the rain pours like the skies have been split open and there's nothing holding back the waves of water pouring down across the city, turning New York’s streets into rivers flowing alarmingly fast.
"Kon!" Calvin's voice carries through the reception area to where I stand at the door, shrugging on my coat.
"Calvin."
"You're leaving?"
I nod. "Ethan and I have business to attend to." As if hearing his name, my main bodyguard, Ethan, melts out from the corridor and joins us.
"Do you need me?" Calvin asks with a distasteful glance outside.
"No, I need you with Rose."
"Your new wife," Ethan smirks. "I missed you sayingI do. How was it?"
"It was fine."
"Fine?" Calvin snorts softly. "The way you kissed her was far fromfine."
"I had to sell it." Pulling on my leather gloves, I flex my fingers to make them sit more comfortably and ignore the lingering warmth from her soft hand. I can't afford to be distracted by that now.
"You sold it, alright," Calvin says, and he steps back as a hefty surge of rain splatters through the door. "She was like a robot up until that moment."
"A robot?" Ethan pulls out a black beanie and crams it over his wild blond hair. "Did she forget that she has to sell this too?"
"Not like that." Calvin glances over her shoulder. "I think her brother was giving her some grief before she walked down the aisle.
"Grief about what?"
Ethan's question goes unanswered, because I clear my throat to silence them and turn to Calvin. "Stay with Rose. I will meet you at the reception hall when we are finished."
"On it, boss." Calvin salutes me with a smile, then he turns and dashes back into the still-cheering wedding hall.
"Leaving your bride at the altar?" Ethan remarks as we step outside. "That's cold, even for you."
Together, we rush down the stone steps and into the sleek, black cars waiting at the curb.
Despite only being outside for a few seconds, my hair clings to my forehead by the time I make it inside the vehicle and a pulse of irritation lances through me.
"I am not leaving her at the altar," I reply once Ethan is in the car and we've started driving. "I cannot leave business unfinished just because I have gotten married."
Married.
What a shitshow this whole thing is turning out to be.
Rose wasn't supposed to be that beautiful.
I picked the Chaika family because they are small and unassuming, and marrying their eldest daughter was supposed to grant me a plain, unassuming wife who would quell the constant concerns and questions rising from my generals.
Rose is the opposite.
Her golden brown hair softly curled around her beautiful oval face, those stunning gold eyes stood out like the fucking sun from dark-lined eyelids, and her sweet rose-pink lips were cushion soft against my own.
