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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 My eyes roamed over her, taking note of the scratches and small abrasions all over her body. Bruises marked the soft skin of her thighs, fingerprints covered her waist and the curve of her hips and arse. And I couldn’t even blame Jeremiah for all of it, I was equally to blame. We both forgot to draw the line and sated our fucking lust like deranged fucking animals. And now shame twisted like barbed wire in my throat. It didn’t matter that she got off on it. It was our fault, we took advantage knowing she wanted us. We were both selfish. Fúcking ruthless in our desire and rage, and now I hated myself for it. Because that uncontrollable desire didn't lead to soft aftercare like it should've. It lead to this. It lead to her fear and pain, feeling alone and terrified enough in that dark that she slipped into her mind. And as much as I regretted what we did to her. Me in the playroom, ans then Jeremy in the forest, I knew she could take us and come back for more. That wasn’t
LACHLAN As soon as I walked down the dark stairwell, I could feel something was wrong. The air itself was cold with a hint of threat in it, like it was already warning me about something. My instincts had never lied to me before, and right now they screamed in my veins like sirens, forcing my feet to move faster. In a few seconds I crossed the dark narrow corridor and pulled out my phone to turn the flashlight on. I looked at the hook where the keys should be but they weren’t, and when my gaze fell on the lock hanging on the cell door, I realised why they weren’t in their place. Because Jeremiah hadn’t even locked the doors. The lock hung there, disengaged, with keys still in it. When I pushed the cell door open, it made a loud clanging sound, but I didn’t hear anything from the woman I came for. Instead, a rustle came from the other cell at the far end, and then the bitch spoke, “She’s so weak, check if she is alive or managed to kill herself.” I stiffened, pa
LACHLAN “Mmm… I do. I love you so much, little shadow. You are the only one who never fucking betrayed me.” I pulled back and when he tried to kiss me again, I turned my head sideways. As much as I wanted him, loved him, was obsessed enough to erase the world around us, I couldn’t do that to my little kotyonok right now. And when he sobered, stopped feeling this way, he’d realise his mistake too. But I couldn’t wait for that long. She was down there all alone, in the dark. Probably afraid and crying. I have to go to her and bring her back. Jeremy licked the side of my throat as he surged into me, pressing me back against the wall and kissed me again. His lips and tongue and teeth clashed with mine, and his hand dropped to my pants as he groped me in his inebriated state. “Do you want to do it, little shadow?” he asked, his grey eyes darkening further. “What?” I asked, swallowing down on the groan when he rubbed my hard cóck through my pants. And then his next
LACHLAN Another crash echoed around me as Jeremiah threw a globe across the room, followed by a bottle he had already emptied. I closed my eyes, trying to control the anger burning inside me. I was so close to losing it, especially on him. And it takes a lot for me to come this close when it was him. But right now, it was taking everything in me not to fucking grab him by the throat and make him look at the disaster he had made of things. I wanted to question him and demand answers as to how could he do that to her. To himself. To us. And, I wanted to really stop looking at things from his perspective and understand his pain. I wanted to stop feeling this familiar ache in my chest I feel when I look at him. But my heart refused to do so. And how could I even when he looked so tortured. “Why!!?” He screamed, slamming his fist into the wall. His hand was already bleeding from the cut where he'd sliced it open from the vase smashed on the desk and now he had manage to bust
NINA “Why are you doing this!!” “Because Sokolov made my sister’s and my life hell!! Do you know what kind of blood runs through your husband’s veins!” She screamed, her voice no longer amused but dripping with poison, “He’s the product of rape! His father raped my sister again and again to have his heirs. And that wasn’t enough. He raped me too when I came to visit her! And when I got pregnant he locked me in these very cells and took my daughter from me to kill her just because she wasn’t a boy!” Ice dripped into my veins, at her each word my heart shriveled in fear. I wanted to feel sympathetic for her, for what she went through but all I could think about was that she was a threat to my baby. Because her words... they described my nightmare. And accompanied with what Jeremiah had said in the forest it made me shake with new terror that I couldn’t squash down. No. No. No. “It has… n-nothing to do with me and my son,” I choked out, feeling like I was close to drowning.
NINA Silent tears rolled down my cheeks as I sat in the dark. I had loved him. Oh. How I had loved him. The flash of memory filled me with realization, and it hit with a force of a knife twisting between my ribs. It had me feeling like someone wrenched out my heart and twisted it in their cruel hands and left it bleeding at my feet. Every inch of my body ached, but not as much as my heart did. The younger version of him had been so heartbreakingly gentle, human, so fucking beautiful… His hands were a caress on my body, not meant to hurt but soothing, soft on my face, his voice loving like he had been carved out of something warm and beathing, not this steel and ash creature he had become. The fact that somehow it was me who ruined all of that hurt more than anything. And a part of me just wanted to go back and live in that memory. And the words I had whispered so brokenly when they were pulled out from the recesses of my brain as if coming alive... I didn’t even







