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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. GuptaFlashback #10 INNESSA It was astonishing how I could feel him before I saw him. And the crunch of dried leaves beneath his footsteps told me he wasn’t trying to hide his presence like he usually does. And I wondered if it was because of last night. My body stiffened at the reminder. Reminder of how I'd have to share him with someone else if I wanted him. And I should’ve known, with a man like Jeremiah Sokolov who has a body like a god and presence of a monster, I wouldn’t get to keep all of him to myself. When I turned around, I found him only a foot away, his eyes locked on mine with a force that stole the breath from my lungs. Before I could speak, his voice cut through the night. “Do you have an answer?” Right. He wanted my answer before anything.He lifted his hand and wrspped it around my throat. "Will you share me with him?" I licked my lips, my heart thundering as it had been doing so since I learned about Lachlan and what it meant. I asked the question that had
NINA The loud shot rang in my ears, echoing like thunder in the attic. My arms jerked back from the force, my shoulder stung, and for a breathless second I stared at him wide eyed, searching if I had shot him. My lungs locked tight, refused to take another breath, until Lachlan’s voice broke through the haze. “Good girl,” he rasped, his voice raw but steady. “Now untangle it from around my leg so we can get out of here, kitten.” Relief surged through me so fast it made my knees weak. I dropped to the floor beside him, fingers trembling as I wrestled with the stubborn chain. The links were warm from the scorching air, and my shaking hands refused to coperate. “Come on, damn it,” I cursed at my trembling fingers. The moment, the chain loosened, Lachlan surged to his feet with a low growl and clamped the back of my neck in a firm grip. His eyes were fierce as he dragged me closer until I could feel the heat of his breath against my temple. “I am going to be the one to punish
NINA My blood thrummed with urgency. There was a constant roar in my head to do something and not just depend on the guards to save him. I walked to the back side of the house, closer to the part of it that wasn’t yet on fire, and pressed my hands to search for an opening. I hissed, my hands jerking back, as the wood was hot enough to blister. But I bent down, rubbed my hand in the soil and then did it again. Sweat coated my forehead as I mapped out the whole backside and didn’t find a way to get in. Soon it will be on fire too. Soon, the fire will reach the second floor too and the house will collapse on itself. Fuck..fuck. fuck. Helplessness tugged at my bones but I didn’t want to give up. I knew if it was me neither Lachlan nor my husband would've given up on me until they had me at their mercy again. Two more guards came around to the back where I was. “Mrs Sokolov, what are you doing?” “Finding a way to go in.” “You can’t do that!” I turned to the one who
NINA The grainy road in the middle of nowhere stretched into nothing but dark woods and silence until suddenly… large yellow and orange glow broke through the tree line. “No.” I heard the horror filled whisper from my side. And when I turned to look at Jeremiah, I found his face pale and eyes dark like he had seen a ghost. “Jeremiah?” He didn’t hear me. And I doubted he was even present as the car stopped suddenly, making me lurch in my seat. And if the skidding sound on the gravel behind us was any indication, the other cars also pulled on their breaks abruptly so they won’t slam into ours. “Jeremiah?” I tried again, but he just opened his side of the car door and stepped out, seeming to be in a daze, staring wide eyed at the fire swallowing the small house. I looked at the mobile, at the red dot, and swallowed. Lachlan was here. Fuck. I stepped out too, hearing the guards filing out from behind. When I rounded the car and came to Jeremiah, he was grippin
Flashback #9 JEREMIAH Innessa stood in the middle of the forest, her foot moving back and forth in an impatient gesture, disrupting the dried leaves on the forest floor. I watched her from ten feet away, hidden behind dense bushes. I had been doing so for last ten minutes. Enough time that even my little shadow got impatient and texted me to do it. But I wanted to savor it. It has been a week since I had her sign the contract. A contract where she promised her first born to me. A week and a day since I fucked her throat while she slept and while Lachlan watched me do so. And then later, he had sucked me off again. After that night, the last seven days, I had given her a glimpse of what it will mean to give me an heir. What it will mean to be mine. I’ve had her on her knees more than I could count. I had licked her and made her come on my face more than I’d ever done in my entire life and that included the time she slept. And then I had kissed Lachlan with the same mou
NINA Jeremiah was bristling with untamed rage, and if it were the beginning of when I had first come here, I wouldn’t have recognized the other emotion that peeked through his fury. But I could see it now, because beneath that fury was an emotion that made my stomach clench. It was the same one I was feeling. It was fear. It flickered, raw and unhidden, in his dark grey eyes as he marched out of the house. I chased after him, heart hammering, my breath choppy in the night air. The danger I had always lived in had disappeared since I came to live here. In this place, the only danger I feared was my husband, but even now that wasn’t there much, leaving only want and unresolved feelings and my hunger for memories that would allow me to understand this enigma of a man. And the only other time I had felt something close to that fear in which I used to live was when someone has shot at me. But now something similar to terror was creeping around my heart, pressing into my skin like i