8

ROSALINE

I walked out of my closet to see he was still seated there on my bed.

"Asshole," I muttered and smoothened my green sundress. He looked up to see me and his infamous smirk settled on his face. I wished I could smack it off his face.

"Now, you look like a wife," he got up and approached me. "Thank you for your praise," I rolled my eyes and we walked out of my room. I followed him down the stairs and into the living room.

"Mom," he called and I saw two females on the couch. One was a lot younger than the other.

"Alexei, you're back," the older woman said as she stood up.

She was beautiful. Very beautiful.

She had dark brown hair and baby blue eyes that made her exotic features look soft. I could mistake her for a model.

"Hello, darling," she approached me with the warmest smile I have ever seen ever since my mom died. My heart moved in my chest and I felt it.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Volkov," I stretched my hand with a shy smile. I did not know what to do at all. She laughed an