They handed her to me in a silk dress and diamond collar. The spoiled Sokolov princess. The executioner's daughter. My wife. Kira Sokolov dances in chaos like it's a language she invented- spinning through Paris in stilettos, kissing danger with blood-red lips, dragging her demons behind her like a designer coat. She was meant to be my obligation. A Bratva arrangement sealed in blood and silence. I never wanted a wife. Especially not one with wild eyes, bipolar swings, and a mouth that lives to drive me insane. But now she's mine. My problem. My obsession. And when she falls apart in my arms- with whispers to ghosts and bruised apologies- I'll burn kingdoms to keep her breathing. Because no one touches what belongs to Ivan Smirnov. Not the bratva. Not her past. Not even her own madness. She was born royalty. But she'll die as something else. Mine.

The shadows whispered of a king, Landon, they called, a twisted thing. His mind a maze, his heart a stone, He played his games, utterly alone. The Bratva seethed, their fury grew, Each heir he mocked, each insult flew. Then they called on him, from New York's harsh gleam, A future pakhan, fueled by a vengeful dream. Not to destroy, but to possess, To bend the King, to his distress. With soft words and eyes of burning coal, He schemed to claim Landon, body and soul. A dance of power, yet to play, Where cunning met a twisted sway. The Bratva's heir, with plans untold, And the King, in a cage of his own cold. Would love bloom in this battle of might? Or just ashes by the end of this dark night?

'𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐖𝐍,' '𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍' 𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒 I was raised with diamonds in my hair and a knife behind my back. Money was never my problem-people were. They called me porcelain: smooth, flawless, untouchable. But porcelain cracks. And I shattered. After a scandal that my mother buried with hush money and threats, I was shipped off to boarding school like last season's mistake. Now I'm back for senior year at Royal Elite-bored, bitter, and boiling beneath the surface. I'm not the sweet, shiny thing they remember. I'm chaos in couture. And I'm here to burn it all down. My former best friend barely looks me in the eye. My enemies smile with sharpened teeth. And Ronan Astor-golden boy, empire heir, and smug bastard-can't stop poking the bear. He thinks I'm just a spoiled brat with a temper. He doesn't know I've got a list. And he's on it. Let them play their games. I'll play to win. Because bored rich girls don't stay bored for long. We burn the whole damn board. 𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍 Iris Hawthrone. Red hair, red nails, red flags. She's the girl they write warning labels about-untouchable, unbothered, and completely unpredictable. The last time she was here, she left a mess behind. Now she's back, all sharp stares and silk skirts, like nothing ever touched her. But I know better. She wants vengeance. I want her on her knees-preferably for me. We hate each other. That much is true. But hate has a thin line, and we're both really good at crossing it. She's fire. I'm gasoline. And we're about to make this place burn. Rated mature for violence. And smut scenes (𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 !! 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝑰

➤➤➤𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐭𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐎𝐂 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬➤➤➤ Reincarnation of Deception is a dark mafia romance and psychological thriller set in the gritty world of the New York Bratva. Adrian Volkov, a ruthless strategist haunted by his wife Lia's suicide, becomes obsessed with Olivia Rae, a 22-year-old pop star whose uncanny resemblance to Lia reignites his grief and desire. As Olivia's fame draws her into the Bratva's dangerous web of rival gangs and betrayals, their intense, volatile relationship blurs love and control. Packed with Gen Z humor, boomer wit, and suspense, this 18+ novel explores trauma, obsession, and redemption with mature themes, explicit content, and a cast of chaotic mafia figure

LANDON KING x JEREMY VOLKOV There's something about Him that I can't quite shake. An unexplainable obsession that consumes my thoughts, driving me to extremes I never thought possible. He's become more than just a rival; he's an enigma I'm determined to unravel. As my obsession with him intensifies, so does my vow to destroy him. I'll tear down everything he holds dear, leaving him broken and defeated. When our rivalry reaches its climax, I'll emerge victorious, owning him in every sense of the word. Disclaimer: I DO NOT own most of the characters. They are a part of the Legacy of Gods series by Rina Kent. This is merely my take on 'what could have been.' Disclaimer 2.0: Landon and Jeremy (along with all the other characters in this story) are my interpretations of them from Brandon and Nikolai's POVs, because they're my babies. Most-if not all-of the characters differ from their RKverse versions, personality wise. There were things I disliked about the OCs, so I took the creative liberty to change them in this fanfic according to my moral compass. As a result, they might be boring to some. I'm just putting this disclaimer here so no one ends up disappointed. In other words: reduce your expectations to zero.

🎐◜﹒── ⌗﹑𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆﹑💋﹗˖° ﹢💿﹒ ✦ forbidden love ,, legacy of gods. ⊹﹒ ꒱ 🚬 ★ GOD OF PRIDE ⸝⸝ thxnderous!

He is a sophisticated psycho. He is precise, he never misses a single detail. Why would he ever want me? I was invisible, I blended well with my surroundings and no one ever noticed me. Except him. And why now? Story is inspired from the world of Rina Kent. Own only self made characters.

ARIELLA NASH & REMINGTON ASTOR Remington "His Lordship" Astor, the light-hearted and easygoing lord. The basketball god and the charming prince of REU, with girls all over drooling over him. The sunshine of his friends' group, always being in the limelight. He will be seen either playing basketball, or playing with hearts, just like he did with mine. My childhood friend and crush, now a stranger. I've finally left REU, I have matured, grown up. I am over him, his charming smile, corny jokes, and his tempting being. Yet, I question myself if I can really resist him, after all, he is the 'God of Temptation'. REMINGTON ASTOR & ARIELLA NASH ⚠️THIS IS A FANFICTION. THIS IS HYPOTHETICAL AND IMAGINARY. IT IS NOT A REAL BOOK BY RINA KENT ⚠️

LEGACY OF GODS. Landon King. 2024. Discontinued & Under Editing.