Twisted In Venom: A Mafia Love Triangle Romance

PROLOGUESALMAThe night pulsed with tension, thick and heavy as I stood in the corner of the dimly lit room, my heart racing.Outside, the city buzzed with life, but inside, it felt like time had frozen.Laughter and clinking glasses faded into the background as I focused on the man in front of me.Vito leaned against the bar, his dark eyes shining like polished stone under the low lights.The air around him crackled with danger, and my heart pounded with a mix of excitement and fear.I felt drawn to him, like a moth to a flame, and despite the chaos swirling in my mind, I wanted to close the distance between us.“Salma,” he said, his voice a low, sexy murmur that sent shivers down my spine.He beckoned me closer, and I couldn’t resist.As I moved toward him, guilt crashed over me like a wave.Juan’s face flashed in my mind—his warm smile, his gentle touch.He was my fiancé, my safe space.But the heat between me and Vito was something I couldn’t ignore.“I shouldn’t be here,” I whis

As the night dragged on, I made my decision.I would go.Juan and I would go together, and I would show Vito that I had moved on, that I was happy.But I couldn’t shake the feeling that nothing about this was going to be simple.Something dark was lurking beneath the surface, and I was about to be dragged back into a world I thought I had left behind.I turned over in bed, watching the slow rise and fall of Juan’s chest.He was everything I had ever wanted—kind, reliable, loving.But in that moment, all I could think about was Vito.And that terrified me.2SALMAI sat on the edge of the bed, her heart racing as I looked over the wedding invitation again.It felt surreal, as if I were trapped in a dream that I couldn’t wake up from.Juan entered the room, his brows furrowing as he noticed the somber expression on my face.“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.He stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”I took a deep brea

I followed him to the couch, sinking into the cushions as he sat beside me, his hand still holding mine.His thumb traced slow circles on my skin, a gesture that always soothed me, but tonight, it felt like a distraction.Like he was trying to calm me before something bigger came."Look, Salma," he began, his voice steady, "I know Vito hurt you. And I know it’s going to be hard to see him again. But we’re going to that wedding together. You and me. We’ll show him that you’ve moved on, that you’re happy. And who knows? Maybe it’ll be the closure you need."I nodded, even though a part of me wasn’t sure I agreed.Closure?Was that really what this was about?Or was it something darker, something I wasn’t ready to admit?Juan squeezed my hand."Besides, it’ll be good for us. A chance to get away for a bit, clear our heads."I looked at him, searching his face for any sign of doubt, but he seemed so certain, so confident that this was the right thing to do.And maybe he was right.Maybe t

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” I asked, trying to keep the edge out of my voice. “After everything that happened with him…”Juan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.“I didn’t want to worry you, Salma. I know how you feel about him.”I stood up, crossing my arms over my chest.“Juan, this isn’t just about how I feel. He’s involved in something dangerous. I’ve heard rumors… about the mafia.”Juan’s eyes flickered with something—fear, maybe—but he quickly masked it.“Salma, don’t believe everything you hear. Vito’s a businessman. Yes, he has connections, but that doesn’t mean he’s involved in anything illegal.”I stared at him, disbelief washing over me.“You’re defending him? After everything?”He stepped closer, reaching for my hand, but I pulled away.“I’m not defending him,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “I’m just saying you don’t need to worry. We’re going to the wedding, we’ll make an appearance, and then we’ll move on with our lives. Vito won’t be a problem.”I wanted to

Hours turned into days, and still, nothing.I tried to call him, to reach out, but he was gone.It was like he had vanished into thin air, leaving me with nothing but the memories of what we had shared.I couldn’t understand it.How could someone make me feel so much, and then disappear without a trace?It broke me.I didn’t know how to move on.For weeks, I was haunted by thoughts of him, by the way he had made me feel, and by the aching emptiness he left behind.I felt used, discarded, like I had meant nothing to him.And it hurt.It hurt more than I could put into words.Eventually, I forced myself to move on.I buried the memories, the feelings, and I told myself that it was for the best.That he wasn’t the man I thought he was.That what we had was fleeting, temporary, and I needed to forget it.But I hadn’t forgotten.And now, after all this time, Vito was back.And all those feelings, all that pain, it was rushing back to me, overwhelming me, suffocating me.I didn’t know what