BLURB Twelve years ago, Jeremiah Sokolov was betrayed and left to burn. Once the untouchable Pakhan of the Russian Bratva, now he rose from the ashes of his own destruction—scarred, ruthless, and unyielding. The man he was died in those flames, and what remains is a cold, vengeful king. The woman he swore to protect and make her his queen was the one who betrayed him, and he’s waited years to make her pay. He doesn’t just want her to suffer; he wants her to pay for every agonizing moment he had suffered. Now, vengeance drives him everyday into a dangerous game where obsession, power, and forbidden love collide. Nina has no memories of her past or who she was. There was only one thing in her life she'll do anything to protect, even make a deal with the devil himself. But her carefully crafted world shatters when her past collides with her present and she's kidnàppèd to pay for the sins she didn’t remember committing. And now, she's surrounded by men who'll test her every boundary, break her at every point and take pleasure in her tears. Lachlan Reed has always been Jeremiah’s shadow—his enforcer, his lover, his most loyal weapon. Tasked with infiltrating Nina’s life, Lachlan expects to unearth the lies Jeremiah warned him about. Instead, he discovers a woman who isn’t the cold, manipulative traitor she’s painted to be. Strong yet broken, fragile yet resilient, Nina awakens something in him he can’t suppress. Torn between protecting her and his loyalty to Jeremiah, he's in an impossible position, knowing his devotion to them both might destroy him. This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. MF-MM-MFM-Dark-Twisted-Betrayal-Amnesia-Revenge-NonCon-Mafia-Humiliation-Dominated-Controlling-Ruthless-Mystery-Thriller-READ-Trigger-Warnings
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Please read..... __________ This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. TWISTED MARRIAGE [A Dark MMF Mafia Romance] @ A. Gupta. This story is published subject to the condition that it shall not be reproduced or retransmitted in whole or in part, in any manner, without the written consent of the copyright holder, and any infringement of this is a violation of copyright law. ____FOR MY DEAR READERS... This work includes themes of sexual abuse, violence, dubious consent, somno _____, and other sexual practices that may be considered profane, vulgar, or offensive to some readers. Reader discretion is advised, only for mature audiences. The author does not practices, neither agrees with the content of this book, it's purely for fictional and entertainment purposes.There's a list of TW (Trigger Warning) given below, please read them carefully and then choose if you want to read this book. Your mental health matters. ♡Trigger Warnings:ABÚSE. AMNESIA,BETRAYÀL. BLACKMÀIL. BÔNDAGE.BRÁNDING. BREATH PLAY.CHOKING.DEGRÀDATION. DOUBLE PÈNETRATION. DÚBIOUS CONSENT.EDGÍNG. EXHIBITIONISM.FÔRCED ORGÀSMS.HUMILIÀTION.KIDNÀPPÈD. KNÍFE PLAY.MF/MM/MFM/MFMM.PÀIN. PARASÓMNIA.PRÀISE KÌNK. PRIMAL KÌNK.PUBLIC HUMILIATION. PTSD.REVENGE.SCÀRS. SLÀPPING.STÀLKING. SOMNOPHILIATORTŮRE. TOYS.VIOLENCE. *The author does not promote such practices and neither advices you to do so. If you think any of the above subjects could stress you and isn't for you, do not proceed, but if you think you can handle an Anti-hero like Jeremiah Sokolov, please be ready for the ride ahead. I hope by the end of this book, you'll fall in love with these characters. . ____BLURB ____ He was a king. Merciless. Powerful. And, my obsession. But he wasn't the only one who ruled my heart. ~Innessa (Nina). She was the weapon used for my destruction. Now, she'll be the slave to my ruins.~Jeremiah. If I could, I'll take both their pain and make a crown out of it. ~Lachlan. . Twelve years ago, betrayal ignited a fire that left scars on their bodies and souls. Now, vengeance drags them into a dangerous game where obsession, power, and forbidden love collide. Jeremiah Sokolov, once the untouchable Pakhan of the Russian Bratva, rose from the ashes of his own destruction—scarred, ruthless, and unyielding. The man he was died in those flames, and what remains is a cold, vengeful king. The woman he swore to protect and make her his queen was the one betrayed him, or so he believes, and he’s waited years to make her pay. He doesn’t just want her to suffer; he wants her to pay for every agonizing moment he suffered. Nina has no memories of her past or who she was. There was only one thing in her life she'll do anything to protect, even make a deal with the devil himself. Her fractured memories are a patchwork of shadows, fear, and survival. But her carefully crafted world shatters when her past collides with her present and she's called to pay for the sins she didn’t remember committing. And now, she's surrounded by men who'll test her every boundary, break her at every point and take pleasure in her tears. But, do they really? Because if there was a chance to survive this vortex of power, pain, and dangerous desire, she'll submit to them and fight for the life she was given a second chance at. Lachlan Reed has always been Jeremiah’s shadow—his enforcer, his lover, his most loyal weapon. Tasked with infiltrating Nina’s life, Lachlan expects to unearth the lies Jeremiah warned him about. Instead, he discovers a woman who isn’t the cold, manipulative traitor she’s painted to be. Strong yet broken, fragile yet resilient, Nina awakens something in him he can’t suppress. Torn between protecting her and his loyalty to Jeremiah, Lachlan finds himself in an impossible position, knowing his devotion to them both might destroy him. As secrets unravel and dangerous passions ignite, Jeremiah, Nina, and Lachlan are bound by more than vengeance. Lies, obsession, and forbidden love blur the lines between loyalty and betrayal, leaving them tangled in a web where survival demands the ultimate sacrifice. This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. . ______Hope you're all ready for what's about to unfold.Thankyou for choosing my book to read.Please comment and leave your first impression and I'll say hello to all my lovely readers.... <3A. GuptaLACHLAN “Enough!” I pushed them apart, knowing I was making a mistake that could very well be something I’d have to pay for later, but I still did it. Because I didn’t want Nina to think that she was all alone here. That I wasn’t on her side and I wouldn’t be able to take it if somehow she ended up suffering through another of her episodes.The whole afternoon she had slept through I had sat by her side, watching her and I had realised that I didn’t like her like that. I vulnerable and helpless, lost somewhere. And, I knew even though Jeremiah won’t accept it, he had watched us too. And it also affected him seeing her in that condition."Chto ty mne tol'ko chto skazal?“ He whirled around to face me. [What did you just say to me?]"Ty slyshal yeye. Ona skazala net. I ya ne sobirayus' yeye zastavlyat'." I replied, tightly. [You heard her. She said no. And I am not going to force her.] “Stay out of this—”“She can’t breathe, Jeremiah!”Jeremiah’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. “And
NINA The door opened before I was even ready for it. And even though I didn’t look up from the bed, I knew who it was. Lachlan. It didn’t matter to him what I had said, here he was again like a clockwork to do his duty. I sat up and looked at him. And I couldn't help but see the boy he used to be. The one crushing over Jeremiah. The one who might still be in love with him after all these years. If I was in his place, I’d have been so broken to see the man I loved married to someone else. I’d be heartbroken to have to fuck someone I didn’t want just because the man I love demanded it. Since I watched them together in the bed, I had this feeling of betrayal in my cbest but now hours later, I was wondering how betrayed he must’ve felt. I almost felt sorry for him. He came to sit on the bed and asked, “How are you feeling now?” I wanted to know about his feelings. I didn’t answer him. Instead, I asked my own question, “Is there something you want?” Do you want him
NINAThe ink had smudged where the tears had fallen. I wiped them, careful to not tear the page. I wasn’t sure why I was crying, why there was this sudden ache blossoming in my chest. Why it felt like somehow I was betrayed?But it was so wrong to feel that way.They had known each other since forever. Lachlan’s father worked for Jeremiah’s father and Lachlan became Jeremiah’s friend way before I even existed for them. And Lachlan started feeling more than friendship for Jeremiah when he was just fourteen.There were so many pages. So many words. And memories that this journal held. I didn’t even have to read it to know what it will reveal.But I will.I stared at the words, fingers trembling. “I think I love him.” Lachlan had written, in one of the paragraphs where he ranted about his worries and feelings he couldn’t run away from anymore. It was a confession and a curse in one, onky written in these pages because no one else was there for him to share with.A fourteen year old kid
JEREMIAH “You wanted my attention? Now, you got it, little shadow.” I pulled my hand back and landed another hard spank on his tight arse, the sound echoing through the room. “That’s all you got?” he asked, his voice thick and deep. I smirked. My little shadow loved to push my buttons. And this time I was ready to indulge him. After another hard spank, I asked, “Should I use my belt? Is that what you want?” He didn’t answer. I grabbed him by the waist and ordered, “Lift.” He obeyed like the good boy he was, without a complaint. And I slipped my hands between him and the desk to unbuckle his belt with a swift tug and then undid his pants. “What are you doing?” He asked, his voice hoarse and filled with hope. Fuck. He was really my Achilles heel. I said, “I think you need more pain to learn how to behave moving forward.” He didn’t respond. I didn’t expect him to. Lachlan had always been obedient where it mattered, especially when we were in this position. This wa
LACHLAN I followed Jeremiah as he made his way downstairs. But my footsteps slowed as I heard the familiar voices, and it wasn’t just Mrs Papov's deliberately sweet tone that had me stiffening. It was the other voice that had irritation coursing through me.What the hell was she doing here?Her back was to us while she listened to Mrs Papov, and then the witch looked up at us. She smiled, "Oh, see. My nephew is here…” She stepped toward Jeremiah where he had also stopped at seeing the duo. She grabbed his hand and tugged him to the waiting woman as she said, “Jeremiah, look, who’s here. She came to visit you.”Valerie slowly turned around, her blonde hair perfectly styled and blue eyes stared at Jeremiah. She gave him a hesitant smile as she greeted, “Privet, kak dela” [Hello, how are you?] She took his hand and kissed the back of it. “Pakhan.”Even though I knew she was paying her respect to him, I wanted to twist her arm around for touching him. Jeremiah gave her a nod. “I didn't
2007 (Lachlan: 13, Jeremiah: 17)LACHLANThe snow was falling like it wanted to bury the world beneath it.Thick. Cold. Endless. And merciless.And he was out there.I didn’t know how long it had been, but long enough that my chest ached with the worry and I could no longer keep still. Long enough for my breath to fog up the window through which I looked into the woods. The cabin was in the middle of the woods that surrounded the Sokolov mansion, the estate was huge enough that this little cabin felt like a small world of its own. It belonged to Hugo, as the second in command to the senior guard of the Pakhan, Hugo was allowed to stay here. And as I started to come here on the estate more often with Jeremiah and Jonathan, Hugo allowed me to stay at his cabin. Sometimes I felt like he pitied me but during our sessions where he taught me and the Sokolov brothers how to fight, I saw him as a tutor and an older brother. So even if he pitied me, I took his silent offer of a safe place he
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