All Chapters of Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

JEREMIAH “Was she in an accident?” I stared at the doctor as his question hung between us. The problem with his question was the same as the one that had occurred to me while I was going through the file that Chen brought. I didn’t know the answer. I didn’t know what kind of life my wife was living before we brought her here. When I remained silent, Lachlan responded, “We don’t know.” And I hated that we don’t know. Maybe it was time I started digging up in her life and what she was up to all these years while I was fighting for mine. The doctor nodded. “It is possible she was in one and then when she woke up, her mind decided to bury those memories that were too dangerous for her sanity. Most of the amnesiac patients have this in common. It's most commonly known as a Dissociative state. The mind protects however it can to ensure survival. It mostly is common in the victims of abuse or someone who've survived a fatal accident. Sometimes, it’s also the reason of selective

NINA Jeremiah stepped inside the room and his words trailed down my spine like sharp needles. “What’s going on here? I looked away from him, refusing to look at him, at his grey eyes, scarred yet handsome face and his lenient behaviour toward Lachlan. But it didn't matter that I wasn’t looking at him, because he was staring at me and his eyes made me feel flustered like I was standing under the sun. His presence was like one too, dominating and commanding the whole room by just standing there. Like the sun, he filled the room by just staying there, the heat from him saturated the air, pressed against my skin like something invisible but heavy, like gravity had changed just for him. “She’s refusing to eat,” Lachlan said, and I didn’t miss the way his green eyes glinted at me. I narrowed my eyes on him, wanting to punch him for being a tattletale. Wasn’t he apologising to me just now? Did he think this will make me forgive him? “Is she?” Jeremiah asked, pulling my tho

NINA “Can I come in?” Olezka asked.I shrugged, flexing my fingers as they still throbbed, and moved to sit on the bed.As much as I was surprised by his presence, I was almost glad to have someone interrupting my thoughts. But the fact that it was him of all people made my skin stretch taut.“I’ll take that as a permission, then.” He walked inside and took the place near the window where I was standing not a minute ago. “What are you doing here?” I asked.He kept looking out the window as he replied, “I heard Dr Gav visited you. Are you okay?”“I am tired of you all pretending to care for me.” I said, exhaling a bitter sigh and lied back on the bed. “What do you want?”He turned to face me. And I swallowed the flush that crept up my chest and throat, once again remembering what he had done last nigbt as his blue eyes took me in.It was just last night and it felt like weeks and months had passed.He rubbed a hand down his face and said, "I am not pretending. The thing is… I don’t k

2007 (Lachlan: 13, Jeremiah: 17)LACHLANThe snow was falling like it wanted to bury the world beneath it.Thick. Cold. Endless. And merciless.And he was out there.I didn’t know how long it had been, but long enough that my chest ached with the worry and I could no longer keep still. Long enough for my breath to fog up the window through which I looked into the woods. The cabin was in the middle of the woods that surrounded the Sokolov mansion, the estate was huge enough that this little cabin felt like a small world of its own. It belonged to Hugo, as the second in command to the senior guard of the Pakhan, Hugo was allowed to stay here. And as I started to come here on the estate more often with Jeremiah and Jonathan, Hugo allowed me to stay at his cabin. Sometimes I felt like he pitied me but during our sessions where he taught me and the Sokolov brothers how to fight, I saw him as a tutor and an older brother. So even if he pitied me, I took his silent offer of a safe place he

JEREMIAH “You wanted my attention? Now, you got it, little shadow.” I pulled my hand back and landed another hard spank on his tight arse, the sound echoing through the room. “That’s all you got?” he asked, his voice thick and deep. I smirked. My little shadow loved to push my buttons. And this time I was ready to indulge him. After another hard spank, I asked, “Should I use my belt? Is that what you want?” He didn’t answer. I grabbed him by the waist and ordered, “Lift.” He obeyed like the good boy he was, without a complaint. And I slipped my hands between him and the desk to unbuckle his belt with a swift tug and then undid his pants. “What are you doing?” He asked, his voice hoarse and filled with hope. Fuck. He was really my Achilles heel. I said, “I think you need more pain to learn how to behave moving forward.” He didn’t respond. I didn’t expect him to. Lachlan had always been obedient where it mattered, especially when we were in this position. This wa