***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
Nikita stood up from the chair she was sitting upon when Aleksandr entered his office and settled on his chair. "Say what you want to say, Tetushka," He said, nodding at her to take the seat. Nikita Fedorov sat again and looked at his face for a while. Aleksandr raised his brows, "I hope you didn't want to meet me to stare at my face, Tetushka. Say what you want and then leave. I have important work to do." He asked joining his fingers together and looking at her.Nikita blew out a breath and nodded. "Aleksander, I raised you after your mother's death. I never differentiate between you and Igor…" she said looking at him while Aleksandr's brows stretched upward as He keenly listened to his aunt. "I am aware of these things, Tetushka. You don't have to remind me of it.'"I have to. I have to because you forgot it when you gave my daughter to that man. I have to remind you of it when you ask my son to marry the girl you were supposed to marry. Leigh was promised to you. She lost her pur
"When did you two get married, Dinara? I don't know anything about it." Bella asked, still not digesting the news. For a second she thought that this girl was kidding but seeing the condition in which she and the condo were, Bella thought otherwise.Dinara bit her lower lip and sniffed. "That's because Leonus has not accepted me as his wife. He doesn't want to accept me or our baby."Bella put her hand onto her heart in utter shock and anxiety. Her eyes broadened. "Baby? What baby?" She demanded. Dinara wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "I am pregnant, Mrs Knight…" and then she told Bella everything. Everything from the way they met to how they got married. And Bella's jaw was about to drop to the floor. She couldn't digest the news. "You are Aleksandr's cousin?" Bella asked her. Dinara Swallowed. "Are you angry with my Bratan too because He married Aria?"Bella's features tightened. Bella couldn't describe the way that feeling regarding that man. She was incensed with him