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THE BOOK IS NOW RELEASED, YOU CAN ADD IT TO YOUR LIBRARIES! TWISTED MARRIAGE- A DARK MMF MAFIA ROMANCE A. Gupta

My sisters, my family had been nothing more than pawns in a game of power. “The twins would die, and once you were devastated, once you were broken... that’s when I would make my move. You would be too weak to stop me” Daniel said, his smile widening. For a long moment, I stood there in stunned silence, my entire world crashing down around me… Betrayed. By someone I had trusted. By someone who had been a part of my family for so long. The hurt, the anger, the betrayal, it all churned inside me like a storm waiting to break.

God help me, I leaned in. That was the moment I knew: the lace was never the thing holding me together. I was. And now I was torn. And yet in the wreckage, I burned brighter than ever. The Betrayal That Felt Like Worship I always thought betrayal was a knife. But his hands made it feel like worship. Every touch was a theft, yet my body offered itself like a willing altar. My breath didn’t sound like a protest it sounded like prayer. Ragged, greedy, endless.

He gave me choky look which made me raise my right brow. “You are a human that doesn’t understand what am I feeling. Don’t you get it? I don’t like you, your scent disgusts me. Why am I mated to a fucking human like you?” No words can describe what am I feeling right now after hearing those words. Mated? He is mated to me? I laugh jokingly hoping it was just a prank. “I Ralf Miles future alpha of moon night pack reject you, Sachiko Walter, as my mate” his words were like a sharp-edged dagger that penetrated my chest making me lose my breath at this moment. The pain is incomparable and I can’t explain why I am feeling like this.

I will see myself out, he said as he walked towards the door. As he walked out the door, Sandra sat up with teary eyes. She felt she had failed herself. She had promised to start away from men until she finishes her nursing degree. How could she let herself be so vulnerable? She walked to the shower and soaked herself in the bath for a while as though to wash his hands off her body. She thoroughly enjoyed him. This was what she always dreamed of. No, she thought to herself I will never see him again. I don't want anything to do with him. I'm sure he is just here to play around with me. I won't give in to him anymore. She continued in her thoughts as she drifted slowly to sleep.

He had sought to extinguish me, to erase my very existence, and now I was ensnared in this twisted game, compelled to unravel its treacherous paths in pursuit of his motives. The echoes of his betrayal resounded in my mind, a relentless reminder of the depths he had sunk to. He, the one I should have been able to trust unconditionally, had turned his weapon against me, leaving scars that cut to the bone. A firestorm of anger and betrayal raged within, each thought a fuel to the flames.

“I know you hate me. And maybe you’re right to. I know I can’t make you understand why this is happening, not right now. But I’m not the villain you think I am, Maya. I’m not trying to hurt anyone.” The air between us is thick enough to breathe. My anger is still there, hot and sharp in my chest—but it’s mixing with something that makes my breath catch in my throat. I can feel his breath on my cheek, warm and steady. I can see the way his eyes drop to my lips for just a second before snapping back up, dark with something I can’t name.

He had looked me in the eyes and kept it from me. The betrayal hit like a physical blow. All those nights he had devoured me like he can't get enough on the kitchen island, fucked my tits on his desk, made me ride him until I couldn’t walk, held me close while buried deep inside me… yet it was just sex to him. A convenient outlet. Something we had both gotten used to. There had never been any real promise. No truth or future. Tears burned my eyes as I sat at his desk. I pulled out the divorce papers I had prepared days ago in quiet moments of doubt. My hand barely shook as I signed them cleanly. I left them centered on his desk, right on top of the report about Natalie.

“We’re following the tunnels tomorrow. It’s the only way to intercept the next shipment.” Shipment. That’s what he called them. As if they weren’t children. My stomach twisted at the thought. But my determination solidified. We weren’t finished yet. And I didn’t care what it took. Nikolai came to my room just after midnight. “Still can’t sleep?” he asked. I shook my head. “How do you forgive betrayal?” I wondered aloud. He sat down next to me. “You don’t. You just decide if you want to move forward.”

And, “Oh God, what have I done? I’ve betrayed Isabella, my own sister, the person who’s always been there for me, she care for me, she loved me unconditionally and how do I repay her? By betraying her trust, by siding with the person who’s been trying to destroy her. Brandon, the man I love, the man whose child I’m carrying right now, and what he did for me, kick me out of his house just because I said truth, he is cruel, heartless. Its unbearable, the pain, the shame, the regret. Why did I betray my sister? I was so blind, so caught up in my own feelings, I didn’t see the truth; I didn’t see the kind of person Brandon really is.” **** Vincent’s Pov “What have I done? I’ve hut her again and