Lahat ng Kabanata ng Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance): Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

LACHLAN “I told you I am doing it.” I glared at him. He was being unreasonable. I couldn't understand why he was stopping me from obliterating Baranov’s life and then ending it in the most brutal way possible. No one would even miss that bastard. I’d be doing the world a favor. “No.” “Jeremiah.” “Lachlan.” “For fucks sake, we can’t let him off the hook. He disrespected you. And this isn’t even the first time. You are his Pakhan. How can he demand you get punished?!” I slammed a fist on the desk between us. “We need to set an example.” He didn’t even grace me with a glare, his eyes remained glued to his phone screen. “I am talking to you, look at me!” I yelled, feeling my control fraying. My short tempered mood might also have something to do with how Nina was subtly pulling away from both of us. After clinging to me like she was afraid I’ll disappear or get kidnapped again, after showering Jeremiah with her soft kisses, and affection that had also managed to

✨️BLURB✨️ ____ SERAPHINA I was never supposed to matter. I was an inconvenience my mother dragged into a marriage she had no place in. A stepdaughter my new family pretended didn’t exist. Dante, my cold, untouchable stepbrother, ignored me. His best friends, Oliver and Allister, never spared me a glance. Until the night I made the worst mistake of my life. Two years ago, I made a mistake—a devastating, unforgivable mistake. I saw something I wasn’t meant to. Something dark. Something dangerous. And in my fear, I betrayed them. I should have never looked. I should have never screamed. I should have never made the call that changed everything. One call. One whispered plea for help. And the three of them were dragged away in cuffs. Dante. Oliver. Allister. The LORDS. Now they’re back. Not to forgive. Not to forget. But to make me pay. Two years older, darker, ruthless. They don’t know that my stepfather has already sold me into a beneficial arrange marriag

JEREMIAH I was on my way to the outhouse where my aunt was being held for information. It had been more than forty eight hours and I had ordered my men to roughen her up a little bit to get it out of her why she was targeting my wife and my little shadow, what vendetta she held against me. But she hadn’t confessed, and now I was going to try it my way. My feet slowed as I passed by the pool and saw my wife sitting there on the chaise, looking ahead, seemingly staring at nothing.“Garcia said she hasn’t been eating much,” Lachlan murmured, coming to a stop beside me.I curled my fingers into a fist. I didn’t like how she had managed to make cracks in my impenetrable walls and through those cracks the emotions slip inside and made me feel.It was better when I had hated her abd blamed her for everything that had happened to me. But then when it came to seeing her hurt and in pain, I couldn't bear it and fucked up all my plans of revenge.From her vulnerable episodes, her tears, gett

NINA “I miss you too, my little heart,” I whispered into the phone, my heart tearing apart at his soft voice. There was no hint of him trying to be strong, now my little baby was just my son missing his mother. “I promise I’ll be there soon," I said, trying to keep my voice from breaking, "I love you.” When the call ended, I wiped the tears off my cheeks and turned around only to halt as I saw them standing there. Because Olezka had locked himself in his room and I hadn't gotten the chance to take his phone, I had to use my own phone and now my fingers tightened around it as I watched Lachlan and Jeremiah glaring at it. I could take the risk with my husband knowing about my texts with Mr Wrong but not about my son. And because I was too desperate to hear his sweet voice and tell him that I will come to him, no matter what. So this time I used my own phone instead of waiting to get Olezka’s, despite being fearful of my husband tracking my calls. And now, looking at them as th

NINA As silence stretched, my insides coiled tight for what was to come. Even though I was clothed, I felt naked under their eyes. And I could feel their heavy gazes like a caress. Lachlan’s heavy and hot. Jeremiah’s cold and harsh. And I was so tense that when Jeremiah spoke, I almost jumped out of my skin. “What do you intend to do, little shadow?” A finger touched the base of my neck, making me gulp and then slid lower until it pulled on the neckline of my top. “She is still clothed.” I didn’t hear him, but Lachlan must’ve gestured or asked for something that had Jeremiah laughing. My husband asked, an edge to his voice, “Do you even know how to use it? We can’t have her soft skin marred.” “How are you not angry?” Lachlan demanded, his angry voice making me wince. “Don’t you want to know who she was talking to?” “Of course, I do…” Something cold and sharp touched under my chin and I froze as I realised what it was when the tip of the knife dug in my flesh.