Lahat ng Kabanata ng Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance): Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

NINA How could I not have seen it? How could I have missed something so… big? But it wasn’t like I could’ve known that the man hell-bent on his revenge was also the father of my child. Not only because of the scars and the fact that I had no memories but there was no softness in Jeremiah that would remind me of my Juhan and as handsome as he still looked, kind of dark and dangerously tempting, it certainly didn’t give me the impression of full scale of his beauty that he once was where I could see the similarities, or maybe it was just me who never even thought of the possibility. Because now I couldn’t unsee it, the eyes, the jaw and the arch of their brows. Juhan might have his mother’s dark hair but he was as beautiful as his father. Oh god. I rushed down the stairs, almost dizzy with how fast my heart was beating like it was trying to escape the cage of my ribs. I needed air. I needed to breathe. And I needed to escape this prison as soon as I could before

2011 (Lachlan: 17, Jeremiah: 20) LACHLAN Kayne grabbed a girl walking past them, halting her with a cocky grin. She blinked at him, then at Jeremiah, confusion etched in her wide, uncertain eyes. Just then Jeremiah looked at me and I shook my head when I saw the evil smirk on his face. I knew that smirk. That fucking evil, calculating smirk. My eyes warned him to not do whatever sadist plan that he was concocting in that twisted mind of his. But of course, he didn’t listen. He never did. He slipped an arm around the girl’s waist and murmured something to Kayne. Whatever it was had Kayne nodding and following him to the stairs. Then Jeremiah threw the girl over his shoulder in the most theatrical, exaggerated move I'd ever seen, making the crowd cheer for the show he was putting. And then the fucking, beautiful, bane of my existence, went upstairs without a glance in my direction. I stood there, my hand slipping to the knife in my pocket, the one I kept hidden fo

JEREMIAH I walked into the closet and brought out everything I’d need for my little shadow.If we were going to do this, then I’d do it in a way where I wouldn’t lose even a shred of control. There would be no chaos, no compromise. No room for error. Because if I lost control, there will be no coming back from the ruin I was hiding, not only because of me but also it will devastate him.When I returned, Lachlan was already in position, naked and kneeling on the bed, facing the headboard. His arms rested in front of him, muscles taut, his back straight because there was nothing ever imperfect about him.He looked over his shoulder at me, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe.It could’ve been seconds or hours as I stood there and looked at him, devouring the sight of him. My mouth went dry and blood surged to my cock with such intensity it hurt. He was so fucking handsome and beautiful. He used to call me that— beautiful. And I’d just smile in return when he did, but I always lik

NINA In the moments that followed after the call I made to Antonio, then my son, I ended up making another call. This one to the person, I shouldn’t even think about when I was in such a state. But I needed someone to vent out to, to just speak, to share— and I called Mr Wrong. He didn’t answer. The one time I called him, he fucking didn’t answer. Not even a dirty joke. Not a single infuriating smirk emoji or innuendo. Not even a ghost of that maddening self-assurance he always carried in his text that leaves me questioning his sanity. Nina: I want to talk. Nina: Hey? For a moment I had thought he was finally done with me. Because, come on, I was no longer in Italy, where I supposed he was. Maybe he finally realised this will never end in sex or twisted fantasies and kinks we hadn’t acted upon but always talked about in our texts, with a silent understanding that we wanted to do it with each other. But now, it won’t ever be happening, what with me being in a different

JEREMIAH By the time I reached the library, I was annoyed, more so than before. It wasn’t because of what Olezka said, but what he reminded me of. And the fact that how absurd it was to think I’ll be jealous of him and Nina having a bond. Instead, if I was pressed for the truth, I will say it actually fucking helped that they were getting along together so nicely. After a brief talk with the doctor, I had realised keeping Nina here like a prisoner without letting her breathe will hurt her psyche and she might end up having more episodes like she had that day. I had told the doctor that I won’t be keeping her drugged up, because I meant it when I said I didn’t want her deprived of her bearings and her mind fogged up unable to make a conscious decision or think freely. Maybe a part of me wished she will have her memories back at some point and it won't happen if she was high on drugs to keep her placid enough that she doesn’t feel the emotions how they were meant to be f