The Bodyguard's
New Couple's

“What the fuck, Carlo?” Miabella was in disbelief when suddenly the beautiful man knelt before her

“I want to marry you right now, Bella,” Carlo replied with a hopeful look

“Why so suddenly ...” Uncompleted Miabella continued her sentence, an old man in a black shirt with a part of a white collar, emerging from the back of the altar.

“Can I help you?” ask the old man in Russian.

“Are you a priest?” Carlo asked back.

“Yes, this church is in my charge,” is in charge.

“Can you marry us both?” carlo asked again while embracing Miabella so that she approached him.

Miabella's face was red. “Are you sure, Carlo?” the whisper couldn't believe it.

“I've never felt as confident as I am now. You're the one I've been waiting for all this time, Cara mia. I don't want you to be out of my grasp again,” replied Carlo full of confidence.

“Do you have friends or witnesses?” the pastor looked puzzled, for there were only three of them in the small church.

“Nothing, just the two of us. I hope it doesn't matter,” said Carlo. The look on his face revealed a slightly worried expression.

The priest seemed to think for a moment, before finally nodding and smiling. “Good. It's an honor for me to marry you both. This is one of many good things" said the pastor, smiling warmly

He then directed the two lovebirds to stand at the altar. A simple wedding procession began to take place. Blessing ceremony conducted without fancy dresses, delicious dishes, or guests who come to congratulate. However, it was very solemn, although Carlo and Miabella only wore casual clothes that they had not changed since traveling from Italy.

In the end, Carlo pinned the silver ring he had kept for so long on Miabella's ring finger. So did the daughter of Matteo de Luca. He also replaced the pairing of the same-shaped ring. The two sons of man looked at each other in disbelief, when the priest confirmed the sacred bond between them.

“Jadi ... now we ...” Miabella did not continue her words. She still could not believe that she and Carlo were now legally married. While the pastor smiled at the intimacy of the new couple. He then slowly backed away leaving the two of them.

“You're my wife, and I'm your husband.” Carlo approached, then kissed Miabella's lips gently and soulfully. “Starting this second, we will no longer be separated,” he said again after releasing the link for a moment, before then continuing his warm kiss.

“Then, how about after this, Carlo? What about daddy zio and also my mom?” Miabella's gray eyes were rounded, when she remembered her father. “He will definitely be angry because we married secretly,” he continued nervously.

“Why do Mr Adriano and your mother have to be angry? They should be grateful to see you happy.” Charles touched the chin of the girl who had now become his wife. “Unless you don't like this wedding,”. Those beautiful blue eyes were slowly turning livid.

“Of course I am very happy,” said Miabella immediately. “For all these years I have been so tormented. Being abandoned by you really hit me mentally. I seemed to be walking in an uncertain direction and turned to hate you. However, now .”

Carlo stopped Miabella's sentence with another kiss. Long enough they dissolve in friendly seas at first and end up getting hotter. Carlo merse hip the girl who had just legitimately become his wife with anxiety.

“We're still in church, Carlo,” reprimands Miabella.

“What we should find a place to .. ah, damn it!” Carlo grumbled softly, as the phone he had placed in his pants pocket shook. “I have to answer this call, Cara mia," he said.

“Thank you,” said Miabella with eyes that can not be separated from the handsome face of the husband. “Suami?” hiss while smiling. Until that moment, Miabella still did not believe the thing she had just done with her lover.

“What's up, Igor? Is Mr Adriano still there?” ask Carlo slowly.

“No, sir. Mr. D’Angelo and his entourage have returned to Italy since yesterday,” replied Carlo's confidant from across there.

“Oh, what a pity. Though if in accordance with the estimates, then I will arrive at the headquarters around evening,” said Carlo. “I'll tell her something important.”

“Something important what is it, sir?” ask Igor curiously.

Carlo did not answer immediately. He instead smiled wryly as he stared gently at Miabella. “Do you know, Igor? I just took an oath of allegiance with Miabella,” she replied later.

“Is that what it means, sir?” Igor sounded confused.

“Married, sir?” reset Igor. It seemed that the man was unable to hide the shock over the news that Carlo had just given him.

“Iya. I am a husband now. The husband of the mistress Miabella de Luca,” said Carlo looked meaningfully at the girl before him, making the beautiful face blush in shame.

“Tuan ..” Igor's words sounded floating. “It looks like you should return to the palace immediately,” he said later.

“What other problems are there?” Carlo breathed out slowly.

“This is related to you and your new marriage status,” Igor bright enigmatic.

“Why?” carlo's tone was as if he didn't like it.

“I hope you can come home soon. Moreover, Mr. Stefan Romanov has been waiting for your arrival at the palace of the Red Wolf,” Igor replied.

“Who else is he?” Carlo knitted his firm and slightly thick brows.

“I can only explain everything if you are already here, sir,” concluded igor, then ended his call after a short chat.

“Is there a problem, Carlo?” miabella asked as she leaned her head against Carlo's broad shoulder.

“Looks like we should go home soon, Honey,” replied Carlo gently.

“Not a problem for me. I'm coming wherever you go.” Miabella scrunches naughty, then kisses her husband's lips.

“Good.” Carlo ruffled Miabella's hair before they stepped out of the church building. They joined hands to the motorbike parked in the churchyard.

After installing all the driving gear and Miabella sitting comfortably in the back, Carlo started running his bike at moderate speed. During the approximately five-hour drive, the newlyweds arrived in St. Petersburg. They entered the Red Wolf's palace at exactly eight p.m.

The atmosphere at the time looked different. Everything feels so much quieter and neat. The servants seemed to be lined up neatly around the hall. “What is this, Carlo? Can I come in here?” Miabella hesitantly walked by her husband's side while clutching Carlo's burly arm.

“Nobody can ban you, because you are now my wife,” stressed Carlo full of emphasis. He took Miabella's hand and pulled out the line of servants.

Carlo continued to step into the middle of the hall. Igor was standing next to his mother. He also walked closer to them. Carlo caught an old man and a young woman standing near his mother. Carlo's never seen those guys before. “Bu, look who I brought?” Carlo showed off his charming smile.

“Welcome, Nak.” Fabiola spread out his arms while clutching the body of his youngest son. He then turned to Miabella. His smile looks so soft and friendly. “You must be the girl who has captured the heart of my son, Miabella de Luca. Right, ‘kan?”

“Iya, Mistress.” Miabella bowed respectfully, then hugged Carlo's mother as she grabbed him.

“Why call my mom by the name of ‘Nyonya’, How to mia? You've become my wife. You should have called him ‘ibu’,” Carlo's repulsive protest left everyone in the room shocked, especially Fabiola.

“Do not joke, Son,” reprimand Fabiola.

“Master is not joking, Madam,” said Igor who had been silent since.

“That's true, Nak?” Fabiola's attention was diverted to Miabella. The middle-aged woman looked moved. He then re-hugged the daughter continued from Adriano. It made her feel so welcome. A sense of relief filled his chest.

But that happiness did not last long. The foreigner who had just been silent to notice, now began to speak up.

“Don't behave like it, Mr. Volkov. There are traditions that you should know and follow within this great organization!” firmly the man.

“Whose you?” ask Carlo flat.

“You asked me who?” said the man was cynical. “I am Stefan Romanov and this is my daughter, Yelena Romanov. He's the one who should be with you at the bidding. Not another one!” the answer.