Page 106 of Auctioned to My Bratva Boss

And there were the two babies. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach.

Matvey turned to face me immediately, his grey-green eyes darker in the dim light.

"Riley." He cupped my face, his thumb stroking my cheek. "Look at me."

I met those grey-green eyes.

"There aren't many things in this world that can make me bow." Each word fell heavy, landing right on my heart. "You're the only person I'd trade the whole damn world for."

"I won't stop wanting you. Not in this lifetime."

His thumb brushed my lips, the burning touch making me shiver.

"Besides," he leaned close to my ear, his voice rough and low, "you're carrying my two kids. Riley, you think I could bear to let you go?"

My face burned. I shot him a look.

Here we were, and this man still had time to flirt.

"So," his voice softened even more, "move to the manor, okay? I want to open my eyes every morning and see you."

My eyes stung.

I looked at his face so close to mine, at the tenderness churning in his eyes, and the wall I'd built to protect myself crumbled.

"Okay." I nodded gently.

The moment the word left my mouth, I saw his pupils tremble in the light.

"Riley, I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"It's real." I smiled.

"I thought you were going to turn me down again." Those all-knowing eyes held something rare—hesitation.

"Because... I figured it out." My voice was soft. "I believe you won't let me down. You'll give me the happiest life."

He froze.

In that instant, I clearly saw his eyes film over with moisture.

"Then... have you forgiven me?"

Forgiven. He'd waited so long for that word, asked so carefully for it.

My heart ached and melted at once. I nodded hard. The next second, he crushed me into his arms.

The drive from downtown to the manor wasn't short. By the time the car rolled to a stop at the manor's entrance, it was nearly midnight. Matvey took my hand and led me past the brightly lit main building toward the back garden.

"Where are we going?" Confusion colored my voice.

He didn't answer, just tightened his grip on my hand.

When he pushed open the ornate iron gate at the end of the corridor, I stopped breathing.

It was a garden too beautiful to be real. Moonlight spilled like water over a sea of blooming flowers. Hyacinths and roses swayed gently in the night breeze.

I'd always thought gardens like this only existed in movies.