All Chapters of Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance): Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

JEREMIAH My wife was beautiful, so was my little shadow.And like always both of them together made a picture that made my chest feel alive. Watching them was an experience in itself. The only problem with it was that every time I look at them something shifts inside me and I didn’t know how to make sense of it.In the last week, following my wife’s tricks to get close to me, then her being shot and Lachlan freezing me out— between all of that, I had heard the truth in the words my little shadow had hurled at me that night. The only thing was I didn’t know how to accept it to myself, that I might not hate my wife like I had thought. It was clear I couldn’t see her hurt, the thought of her being hurt by someone has already fucked with my mind, but now... how do I fucking come to terms with the fact that it wasn’t hatred that had fuelled my rage or need for revenge, it was the pain and hurt. And self loathing for trusting her.And it was still there, which was the reason I couldn’t

JEREMIAH “I’ll think about forgiving you. Now I believe you can take care of your wife.” Lachlan’s voice still clung to the room even after he left, the door clicking shut with a finality that felt louder than the words themselves. And even as anger tried to take a foothold amidst all the chaotic emotions because my little shadow succeeded in manipulating me, I couldn’t help but feel the weight lifting off me because I had seen the familiar lopsided smile on his face before he had left. In the silence that surrounded us, only the faint sound of my wife’s breathing, ragged and uneven, filled the air. She was still sprawled on the desk, hair a tangled halo, lashes damp and cheeks flushed from more than exertion. And when her eyes lifted to me they seemed to tether me to her in ways, I wasn’t prepared for. My little shadow knew exactly what he was doing. He was a calculative bastard, more than me sometimes, when he wanted something. His mind worked in most destructive ways

JEREMIAH After the long cold shower, I should’ve been able to rest, especially considering I hadn't slept in last two days. but my body didn’t know the meaning of rest. Out of habit, I checked my phone as I walked to the mini bar on the other side of the room, but stopped midway when I saw her bed empty and there was no sign of her in her bedroom. And when I panned the camera in the direction of the bathroom- yes, I wasn’t far from installing a camera in her bathroom too and until now I hadn’t checked it. But now, in the middle of the night, I needed to see if she was in her room, safe or not. And when I found the door ajar and bathroom empty, my brows frowned and a tight sensation gripped my chest. She wasn’t in her room. My mind instantly flashed back to the night she had walked on to the terrace. Fuck. I turned around and almost ran out of the room, only to stop abruptly when I saw the door to Lachlan’s bedroom standing open and Nina climbing into the bed beside him. My

NINA Something wasn’t right. The moment I woke up alone in the bed, I could feel it. A hum under my skin, sharp and wrong, like static before a storm. I sat up slowly, the sheets falling away, the faint ache between my thighs making my breath hitch. And then Garcia rushed into the bedroom before I could focus on anything else and told me to get ready. She didn’t even blink or question or judge me for being in Lachlan’s bed as she told me to get into the shower. It was when I was in the shower, the haze of sleep gone, that I got visceral flashes of my dream like it had actually happened. Hands on my skin, mouths on me, whispered voices. Even the ache between my legs felt different than the one from what had happened in Jeremiah’s office. And what happened in Jeremiah’s office.... I was still in shock that he gave in. It didn’t matter that he did it because of Lachlan, but he actually did. And not only that but he carried me to my bedroom and took care of me. And then he ha

NINA “Now that’s all settled. I will take her punishment.” For a second I thought I had misheard him. The words couldn’t possibly have left his lips. Because… how and why? Why would he take my punishment? My body froze, my mind stumbled over the words, and my breath hitched so sharply I thought I would choke on it. Jeremiah’s voice still lingered in the heavy silence, echoing inside my skull. I will take her punishment. He wanted to stand in my place to appease that fucking bastard and take the lashes to satisfy his ego. The room seemed to tilt around me, morphing my reality and everything I was thinking. Baranov pushed back in his chair with a low growl, his wrinkled face twisting into something vicious. “This is outrageous. She was the one who took my granddaughter’s place, not you. She was the one who should be punished. It’s my case, and I came here for justice. Under no circumstances should this be allowed!" Kayne’s eyes narrowed, cold and hard under the gol