CHAPTER-44

"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