For Your Bottomless Credit Card

Chapter Three -- For Your Bottomless Credit Card.

Florence's Point of View

"This is the Master bedroom, these are the guests bedroom, the bathroom." "This is the Playroom, the nursery." She says and I look up, eyes wide, as I stare at the nursery, it is big and equipped, and it makes me sick to my stomach.

"I don't need any more tour, I will find my way from here. You can leave." I say to the woman and my voice comes out harsher than intended, but I do not care, I just need her to get out of my face.

I got married yesterday and I stabbed my husband in the stomach yesterday, and now, we are no longer in Moscow, we are in New York, and I am supposed to play the role of the devoted house wife when all I want to do is scream. I walk aimlessly around the house, ignoring the staff who nod at me respectively, I just want to be left alone.

My phone rings and I frown when I see it is Donatello, I don't want to pick his calls, all he does is make commands and it is exhausting at this point, so I ignore it and wander around the mansion.

Exhausted, I make my way to the bedroom, I strip and step into the bathroom, satisfied, I walk out and freeze, because Vuk is in my bedroom, but he is not alone, he is shirtless and a woman is standing beside him, helping him with his dressing and anger fills me.

"Wh - what are you doing?" I stammer, confused, why is he in my bedroom, and why is a woman helping him, why is she touching him, he is shirtless.

"Undoing your work, dushka." He smirks and I exhale, holding the towel tightly around my body, I glance at the woman and glare at her "Get out." 

She stammers, and frowns, looking at Vuk, trying to figure out what to do and I snap "Get the hell out. Touch my husband again, and I will have you beheaded."

She rushes out and Vuk gives me a look, he walks to the door, locks it and turns his back, I walk to the closet and get dressed immediately, my heart is beating really fast and I don't know what to do or say, but the way she was touching him lit a fire in me.

"Y - you can turn around." I clear my throat and he looks at me, I can see that he is pissed, understandably so.

"If anyone else had stabbed me, I would have killed them, my men would have carried out my order, immediately. You are my wife, but there is a limit to your influence and you already made me look weak before my men, I will not tolerate that again. I do not want to be married to you, I do not want to be married at all, I love the quietness of my life and you have wrecked it to the core, but I understand duty, hence, our marriage. I will tolerate you, but do not make me angry, Florence. We are not friends, we are not enemies, we are married." He proclaims and I nod, angry, I can feel the ball of anger swelling in me, and there are so many things I will like to do to him, like setting fire to his office, perhaps, I can start from there.

"Okay. I am sorry that I hurt you, you deserved it, but I am sorry I did." I force out and he raises his eyebrow "How far does your bloodlust go?"

"Just for you, darling husband. Come on, I will help you with dressing the wound." I walk to him and he stares at me "Is there another dagger I should know about?"

"No." I say the truth and he walks to me. I help him with his wound and I try not to think about how warm he feels or how good he smells.

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"Florence, or should I call you Mrs. Romanova?" Roman says and I look at him "Call me Florence. How can I help you, Roman?"

"I have some men that will be perfect as your bodyguard, just to be safe, will you like to see them?" He asks and I scrunch my nose in disgust "I don't need bodyguards. I went through years in Harvard without bodyguards, there is no need for one."

"Ah, yes, your Harvard days." Roman nods and I frown at him "What is that supposed to mean?" "You were involved with Mr. Dickson and Rebekah Crown was supposedly your best friend." He explains and I am even more confused.

"I dated Mark for years, but my relationship obviously means nothing to my parent, because they had me marry Vuk. Somehow, I wonder if Mark knows about my marriage, because he has been ignoring my calls, so has Rebekah, they are probably pissed at me for getting married without discussing anything with them. If only they know that I was ambushed." I murmur sadly, Mark is my first love and he made my life better during Harvard.

I never told him about what my family does and I might have said some things to Rebekah when I was drunk, but I have never told them anything fully, I preferred to keep my family away from my private life, which is a mess now, because I am currently stuck in my duty.

"Mr. Dickson and Ms. Crown are not picking your calls because they are busy with each other." Roman states and I frown "What?"

"Apparently, they have been playing around for a couple of years, and they kept you around for your bottomless credit card, you were just a means to an end and Mark was fine with keeping you busy." Roman says and I am shocked, in disbelief "That is not true."

"I looked into them for your husband and it is true." He nods and I exhale shakily, angry and hurt as I plan my next move.