Aleksandr came prepared for a war In case his wife resists going with him. His men were ready to attack the high tower where the Ice Princess of Cosa Nostra lives but to his shock, He was given a nice welcome from her staff. When He rang the bell, the door was opened for him. A middle-aged woman smiled at him politely. "Miss Knight is waiting for you in the living room." He raised his brows in wonder. That was not what He expected. This feels too good to be true. He knew something was fishy there. So He kept his gun in his hand just in case the need arose. He followed the lady to the living room. And there she stood, His lovely wife. "It wouldn't be of any help," Aria said, gesturing at the gun in his hand. "If I want to kill you, nothing could save you, Aleksandr Fedorov."Aleksandr cocked his head to the right and sharpened his eyes. "You don't know that, Tigritsa. If I want to live, nothing and no one can kill me. And trust me, I'm going to live a long long life." He said in a
Aria eyed the presidential suite He brought her to. Aleksandr did not take her to his mansion. Instead, they came to this hotel. "Why did we come here?" She demanded her enemy turned forced husband.Aleksandr turned around and undid his bun. His chocolate hair fell on his shoulders as He walked up to her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "It's your birthday. Do you really think I would let it go without celebration? After all, we are a newly married couple and this is your first birthday after our marriage. I ought to make it special for you."Aria's brows picked up. And Aleksandr's lips stretched into a twisted smile as He stopped near her and got into her face. Aria didn't even blink an eye and stared into his ocean blue eyes. "How much do you hate me, Tigritsa? I heard you Italians have a tradition of getting married before taking over the organisation. You were marrying that loser because of that idiotic tradition right?" He chuckled. "You should be happy I saved you from that w
***Flashbacks of the wedding night***Aleksandr Fedorov chuckled, seeing his enemy in such a vulnerable state. “And they call you The Princess of Cosa Nostra. What a shame, Tigritsa!” He snorted while sitting on the couch leisurely, setting his intense gaze on her quivering body. “Now that our Little ceremony has finished, it's time to give you your reward.” Alexander stood up and approached her. Aria inhaled sharply not liking the distance but she looked at him in haze as He stood near her before cupping her face. He was standing too close to her that it was simulating her badly. "It seems like You want to be fucked, Tigritsa! Tell me what do you want?"Aria gave him a lusty stare with those grey eyes which He came to be attracted to recently. Her gaze, her talks, her touches all the way from the church to her room had turned him on badly but He prolonged everything. She raised her hands and touched his chest before getting closer to him if possible. She didn't say anything but mo
Aria's mind stopped working. Her legs quivered, she couldn't hold the weight of her body on them. She took a few steps back and fell on the bed. Her lips parted in horror at what she just watched. The bastard not only drugged her. Raped her but He also filmed it while doing so. He recorded her while humiliating her.Aria's face twisted into disgust as her mind kept flashing the images of her begging him to fuck her. The way she cried for him. Aria never show her emotions to anyone and this bastard used her as if she was a lifeless doll in her drugged and desperate self. Her hand subconsciously went to her chest where she touched the proof of his ugly act. She tried to breathe through her nose but the rage bursting inside her was making it difficult for her to do it. She was shaking all over in anger. Until now, she wanted to ruin his reputation. She wanted to kill him after humiliating him but now, after watching this. Aria wanted to prolong his pain. She wanted to hurt him in a ma
"Igor will head that talk with Cartel. If they want fresh goods, ask them to deliver money on time. If they don't, stop delivering them. My drugs are not for charity," Aleksandr hissed into the phone. "Russians are possessive of their territory and goods. Tell Igor to remind him of it," He said before ending the call and taking a deep sigh. He knew things were going to turn sour between them soon. Fight with Cosa Nostra on the one end and with Mexicans on the other. Bratva would be having an unpleasant time in the near future if things go out of hand. Aleksandr didn't want it. Not at all, war on two ends could be disastrous. But He was Russian and Russians are known for taking tough decisions. If war with Mexicans was needed. It would happen. Aleksandr pulled out Aria's knife from the waistband of his pants and traced its outline. He closed his eyes as it felt like He was touching his wife's sexy body. He leaned against the headrest of the chair. Suddenly, his cell phone chimed and
"Leave my hand!" She snapped at him but Aleksandr ignored her angry order as He stepped out of the elevator and kept walking toward his suite, dragging her behind him. "Aleksander!"Once again He ignored her angry snarl. His mind couldn't get over the image of those punks eyeing her butts. How could she not be aware of it? Aleksandr touched the electric key card to the digital lock on the door before opening it and throwing Aria inside. She stumbled on her feet but balanced herself. Aleksandr locked the door behind him and strode to her. Aria straightened herself. "Do not try to manhandle me again!" She warned him. Aleksandr's eyes sharpened and He grabbed her jaws tightly. "And do not talk to another man. Don't allow other men to look at your body," He snarled as He left her jaws and grabbed her waist tightly, pulling her to him. Her body hit his, she tried to free herself from him but He locked her firmly in his arms and touched her righ
Dinara looked at the entrance of the kitchen in confusion. Her stomach growled in hunger once again. Her marriage to Leonus was such a rollercoaster ride that food was the last thing on her mind yesterday. She married him for love, love for both her unborn child and him. He pretended to be a nice man too but then he showed his true colours afterwards. He married her to avenge his sister, Aria. Dinara was drawn into the pain of heartache but then she reminded herself of her baby. At least she got married which ensured the safety of her baby and it gave some courage to her. She has to be strong for her unborn child. Its father didn't want it. But she did. And she was going to do everything to keep her baby safe. She was glad that she was now away from her Mamushka. Her Mamushka could no longer hurt her baby. But now her baby was hungry and she didn't know whether she was allowed to enter his kitchen or not. She looked at the kitchen with longing, her eyes watered when her stomac
"This is your new home, Tigritsa," Aleksandr said with a low chuckle. He knew this was the last place she wanted to be. But her wishes mattered the least to him. It was her fate, it was good she had accepted it without any bloodbath. Aria eyed Aleksandr's mansion. It was big. Bigger than her father's mansion. Her so-called husband believed in intimidating others with his money. Power. Looks. Whatever it takes to do it. But He wouldn't be able to intimidate Aria because nothing He had could affect Aria. Not his power, not his money and certainly not his looks. "Come, Mrs Fedorov." Aleksandr held Aria's hand, “My aunt is waiting for your welcome," He informed her when Aria eyed his hand clutching hers. "I can walk by myself, you don't have to help me out," she snapped and jerked back her hand from his hold. Aleksandr raised his brow and watched her. "Control your tongue in front of others, Tigritsa. This house is governed with rules. And those rules are for everyone. If you dare to