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Bride To Be... She lied
JonathanIt’s been three days. Three days of sleepless nights and rage filled days. Four days of me trying to make sense of everything but unable to as my mind was stuck on that little woman, a liar and the only woman who had slipped right through my defences. Even angry I couldn’t stop worrying about her. I couldn’t stop thinking if she was safe or not. My brother hadn’t stopped searching for her. From my men I heard that he was aware of her getting out of the city. And even though he was focused on hunting down the Italians and their princess, he was still stuck on my little mouse. The fucking bastard wanted everything, and I was sure it was more because of the fact that she got my attention and he knew that I was trying to protect her from him.I sat down on the bed, looking around the motel room as I tu
Last Updated : 2021-08-05Bride To Be... My beautiful golden panther
Mila“It’s okay, I think.” I said as we both sat down on the mattress on the floor. The room was bare except for a wooden table that wobbled on its legs and a mattress on the floor and a curtain on the window that looked like it had been shut for years.Sia looked at me and then her eyes dropped to where I was pressing my hand to my side. She said, “Let me check that, you might need a doctor.”I shook my head. I didn’t want to worry her. “I’ll just go and freshen up in the bathroom. I don’t even feel it.”She narrowed her eyes at me, and in return I gave her a bright smile. “You don’t know how to lie, Mila.” She said with a roll of her eyes.And I remembered Jonathan’s words when he had said that he always knew what I was thinking. I squeez
Last Updated : 2021-08-06Bride To Be... Are you mad?
JonathanThe rage was a red haze in front of my eyes and I could feel my whole body stretched taut wanting to act on it. Killing them with a bullet was an easy death, I wanted to skin them alive and then cut them piece by piece to tryi to hurt her. For hurting her at all.My eyes went to the small girl as she cried and launched herself at my little mouse. Jasper took a step further, but the little girl held out a knife, the one that I had given to my tigress as she said, “Don’t come closer.” Her hand shook but her blue eyes glinting in the dark promised that she’d use it. She sat protectively by Mila’s side.I held up my hand for Jasper to stop. The little girl gave me a warning look as she turned to the woman that had lost consciousness just a few minutes ago. I had seen my name forming on her lips before she had slumped down. Now, the
Last Updated : 2021-08-08Bride To Be... I will always come
MilaIt was like one of those times when you desperately need to empty your bladder and yet it takes too much time and effort to do so, which meant that I probably crossed the three minute limit he had given me. I cleaned myself up and stood up. My eyes darted to the closed bathroom door and I decided to use the few seconds I have left to wash my hands and face too. But as I stepped toward the wash basin counter, forgetting the simple fact about my ankles being cuffed, I lost my balance and my side collided with the edge. I swear I saw stars. I bit down on my bottom lip to stop the scream and tasted blood. Tears formed in my eyes as fire burned through my side.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.I breathed through the pain as I washed my hands. I barely paid any attention to the bathroom door opening and his heavy footfalls. “You are not to stand up.”
Last Updated : 2021-08-09Bride To Be... I'll make it hurt
MilaIt had been four days since I woke up in his bedroom. Four days of me cooped up inside his bedroom without anything to do and anyone to talk to, except when he allows Sia to come in. And the only amusement I got in a day was when they both faced off. It’s like watching a show of cat and mouse but it was unknown who was the cat and who was the mouse. As they both seemed to have something to hold against each other.But what was hurting me was the fact that Jonathan had been cool and collected with me ever since I came back. Oh, he took care of me but only clinically. There were no soft kisses or tender caresses. The only thing that made his feathers ruffle was when I’d cry out in pain. He hadn’t even slept beside me even though it was his room. I always woke up alone and aching for him.Last night I had asked him to uncuff my ankles and I didn&
Last Updated : 2021-08-10Bride To Be... Because I miss the old you
MilaI felt my shoulders relaxing as he nodded and started to soap me. I had thought for sure that he wouldn't do it. And unlike other times, his hands were taking a long time, caressing and touching every inch of my body. He pressed a palm on the back of my neck and ordered me to learn forward. I did, and sighed as he rubbed the loofa on my back and then used his palm. “Use your hands only.” I said.A moment later, I felt his palms on my bare skin, his fingers outlining the faint marks on my back. His touch was so gentle, almost feather like. I licked my lips and said in a soft voice, “My father used to h-hurt me.”His hands paused. His fingers dug on my back at my confession, then a moment later he moved his hands to my shoulders and pulled me back. “Why?” He asked, sounding reluctant and curious at the same time.
Last Updated : 2021-08-11Bride To Be... Behave yourself
Mila“Are you okay?” I asked Sia as I sat on the bed.After Jonathan had left me in the bathroom, I had come out with a towel wrapped around me. I had avoided eye contact with Sia and told her to come with me. Then, I had brought her to my room— the one without the windows and locks on the doors. I had been surprised to see that all the things I had purchased the day I had disappeared were stocked in the cupboard in a neat manner. As if he had already known that I’d come back here, it had given me a strange sense of belonging. I had pulled out a pastel green dress with white flowers on it that had an inbuilt bra in it and a pair of lacy panties.Now feeling slightly better after a bath and wearing new clothes, I smiled up at Sia who looked at me like a mother would at her unruly child in a calcitrant manner that says she was strongly objectin
Last Updated : 2021-08-13Bride To Be... Punish me
Jonathan “What’s taking you so long?” I snapped into the phone. I had spent my whole day feeling like the walls were closing on me. As if I didn’t already have enough on my plate, my father wanted to have another private meeting with me. One to one. I wanted to tell him to go to hell, along with his son that had pulled me to the point of committing fratricide. “Oh, hi, Jonathan. I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” Lachlan replied, his tone as dry as the desert. I ignored it and bit out, “Its been almost a week. I need fucking answers.” I never thought I’d say this but it seemed my best friend was useless. “Your brother is chomping at the bits.” “I don’t care about my brother.” I gritted out. “Tell me if you found anything about Mila.”
Last Updated : 2021-08-14
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Bride To Be... The only way out: Death
NINA I woke up to the sensation of cold seeping into my body. When I blinked my eyes, my cheek was pressed on something cold and hard. Concrete. Rough, unyielding, and damp. My head throbbed, my body a twisted coil of aches and bruises. And the air around me was thick with something pungent—coppery, metallic, the scent of rusted iron and dried blood. Darkness pressed in around me, thick and suffocating. My fingers twitched against the floor, searching for something, anything, to anchor me. But all I found was the sharp bite of chains wrapped around my wrist and ankle. Panic tore through me. No. No, no, no. I tugged, yanking hard, but the metal didn’t budge. It only cut deeper, biting into my skin. My breath shuddered out, my heart raced in my chest. Think. Think. Where am I? What happened? The last thing I remember— The park. The woods. The chase. Lachlan. But it wasn’t Lachlan who had caught me. The masked man had manhandled me and then... drugged me. My hand
Bride To Be... SNEAK PEEK: Jeremiah x Nina x Lachlan
Twisted Marriage: A Dark MMF Mafia Romance Now Released!!!_____INNESSA ______ “There you are.” I shuddered at his slimy voice. Zaman pulled me toward him, the man almost twice my age my father engaged me to. “I was looking for you.” “Let me go.” I said, keeping my fear at bay. He was a kind of man who feasted on my fear. The first time I had tried to appeal to his kindness he had laughed in my face and told me to forget that I’ll ever get out of this arrangement. “I will.” He stepped closer into me. His alcohol laced breath making me gag. “But first, I want to have a kiss from my soon to be bride.” “We are not married yet,” I replied, inching away from him. “We will be. Only a month.” Pain burned around my wrist where he so mercilessly gripped me, but anger was also overpowering. “Oh, don’t be shy... you are going to be my wife soon enough. Your father all but sold you to me.” Not just a month. But one month. Two weeks. Three days. But who’s counting, right? And
Bride To Be... TWISTED MARRIAGE - A Dark MMF Mafia Romance
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Bride To Be... Epilogue II
Epilogue II Four years later… Jonathan “What are you doing?” I questioned as my wife entered my home office and closed the door behind her. I was still angry at her for going out during the curfew with her friends but this woman wasn’t someone you could stay mad at. In the four years since we have been together I could write a book on the things she had made me angry for and on the other hand I can count it on three fingers for the times I had managed to keep up my anger and hold back from her for more than an hour. But yesterday was one of those few days which sent me to a point of no return. I glared at her as once again the cold fear gritted me when I had re
Bride To Be... Epilogue
Epilogue Seven months later… Capetown Mila I slid out of the bed, my hand going to my protruding belly where our son was currently playing football with my bladder. I patted softly as I muttered, “Stop it, little cub, mama is awake.” I looked across the room at the small digital clock and realized that it was four in the morning. Even before I woke up I knew Jonathan wasn't in the bed with me. In the last few months he had focused on me and in expanding his wine business as much as h
Bride To Be... Freedom
MilaI married into a family of lunatics, I just prayed and hoped to god that this lunacy doesn’t affect my baby.The moment Jasper walked inside the door I knew something was wrong and he confirmed it when he said that he was taking me to the airport. Why? Because my husband wanted me safe which includes keeping me away from him and sending me to a corner of the world where no one could find me. I was all for it until I had something to lose. And for me that was Jonathan and for my baby it’s father.So like a nice human being, I kindly asked Jasper to take me back to my husband but very unkindly he repeated my husband’s words to me, “I am sorry, Mrs Sokolov but he also said, ‘If she doesn’t obey, drug her’ and I really do not want to do it.”Because I am a really good p
Bride To Be... Feeling lost...
JonathanWhen I reached upstairs I found my brother standing in his bedroom. He asked without facing me, “Why did you keep all of this?”Emotions clogged my throat as I thought about all the years I spent cursing our fate. Wishing that it had been me instead of him. Praying that he would come back. And now looking at him, I couldn’t form words. Without saying anything, I closed the distance between us and hugged him from behind.There was a moment where he stood still and I doubted that he even breathed, before he turned around and hugged me properly. “I couldn’t seal it all away. I missed you every single day for twelve years, Jeremy. And I can’t explain it in words how happy I am that you are here.”He patted my back and when we parted I watched him blinking away his tears
Bride To Be... She forgave me...
JonathanThe funeral was a big fanfare. Not because all those people who attended my father’s funeral were his friends or respected him, only because they were showing their loyalty to the Sokolov family to not have any repercussions. The ruling family of the Russian mafia. And even then most of them weren’t here to bid goodbye to my dead father, no, they were here to see the man who had come back from the dead.They were here to speculate and show their surprise and their sympathy. Sympathy on how a father who mourned his son to his last breath didn’t get to see him alive. They blamed it on fate. But I say it was Karma. They were here to wonder how a man like Gerard Sokolov could die in his sleep. Because they didn’t know that he was killed, murdered by his own daughter in law.“Knyaz.”
Bride To Be... Like a f.cking phoenix
Jeremiah I stood at the threshold of the room that was kept as a souvenir where I lost a part of me. A part that makes me hate my own reflection and a part that made me fill with deep seated bitterness that refused to leave me. Because of which now I could no longer look at my own reflection without feeling rage and disgust at what I see and when I see it only feel the need to cause mayhem. From what I had heard, my father kept it as a reminder to get revenge from the man who was responsible for his loss of a wife and his heir. But me... seeing this, all I wanted to do was to alight it once again so that I wouldn’t have to recall the heat I had felt, the blow to my head, the sender of betrayal that had consumed me, the blood that had seeped out of my mother from the bullet between her chest. Like me, she hadn’t expected that. I had almost wanted to laugh at her because she had been talking about karma when she had told me what she planned to do and then she herself was betrayed
