All Chapters of Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

NINAMy leg bounced as I sat in the backseat while a driver-Lachlan sent- drove me to wherever I had agreed to meet him. To play our game.I didn’t know what came over me that I refused a quiet dinner at home, because according to him I needed rest, and instead I asked him if he was serious about his text regarding our game of chase. And then told him that I wanted that instead of a dinner date.When I’d woken up in the morning, there was an unmistakable scent of bleach in the air and this time I was sure someone was in my apartment. But when I’d opened the apartment door Lachlan’s bodyguards were still there, so that left me more paranoid and scared than before. And with my money gone, that note from the loan shark and everything going wrong in my life Lachlan felt like the only safe option. As if he was aware of my thoughts, my phone rang with his call. “Where are you?” He asked as I answered.“I don’t know... You didn’t tell me where I was coming to meet you.”“Are you ready?” “A

NINAThe first thing I noticed was the warmth, a soft golden glow filtering through the curtains. The room smelled of fresh linen and chamomile, a deceptive kind of peace that didn’t match the unease tightening my chest. The walls were painted in muted yellow and cream, the kind of colors meant to soothe. But nothing about this moment felt soothing.My body ached, my limbs heavy as if I had been asleep for too long. My throat burned, dry and raw, and when I shifted under the blanket, the rustling of fabric sounded too loud in the quiet space. A voice broke through the silence, startling me. “Oh, you’re awake.”I sat up with a jerk and erything come back to me at once as I stared at an old woman standing near the windows. My heart raced with the memories and once again panic gripped me.But the old woman seemed unfazed of the turmoil inside me as she walked to the bed where I was sitting, clutching the blanket against my torso— my very naked torso. While I was sleeping, someone took t

NINAAs we walked out of the bedroom, Lachlan slid my hand in the crook of his arm and led me through the dimly lit corridor. The house was silent, but it pulsed with wealth—cold, suffocating, and undeniable. The floors were polished marble, smooth and gleaming under the soft glow of wall sconces.My curious eyes looked around as I tried to focus on anything but what was about to happen. I stared at the large framed pictures that lined the corridor, their glass surfaces catching the light as we passed. They were portraits of people but Lachlan didn’t give me a chance to study them as he strode with wide footsteps. But there were other frames too, that were covered with black cloth, shrouding whatever lay beneath. A strange unease curled in my stomach at the sight of them.When we reached the grand staircase, its wide steps covered in plush red carpeting muted the sound of our footsteps. The iron railing was sleek and curved, intricate designs twisting through its frame. And as we desc

NINAI stood there, shaking, in Lachlan’s arms as he held me. From the corners of my eyes, I saw Jeremiah unbuttoning his jacket with slow, deliberate movements, peeling it away to reveal a black shirt underneath. A shiver crawled down my spine when I realized he was going to really give it to me.As if sensing my dread, Lachlan’s arm tightened around me. My breath hitched as he pulled me against him, his grip firm but not bruising. My body trembled in his hold, I couldn’t help it, I was scared. Every cell of my body was screaming to run, to fight.And I did try to get away. I struggled against his hold, but Lachlan didn’t let go. “Don’t do this,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I gave into my fear. I didn’t want the pain. “Please, stop him.” Something told me that only he could.“Hush.” Lachlan’s green eyes met mine. “It'll be over in a minute.”I wondered if I should change my decision and submit. It was just one act of submission, to kneel and kiss his shoes. But my pride shook

NINA “Lachlan!” I shrieked, trying to dislodge his hold on me.But he ignored me, easily shrugged off my attempts to fight his hold.And, I fought.I twisted, tried to plant my feet into the floor, but it was of no use. Lachlan was stronger.As we turned into the corridor, I caught the sight of the guests down below. They were there now in the grand hall, watching, as they sipped on their champagne. Dozens of eyes stared up at me as I was dragged toward my new husband’s bedroom.Jeremiah’s voice rang out behind us, coldly amused. “My new bride is a little shy for our coming wedding night. Bridal jitters, I suppose.”Laughter erupted through the hall, the sound of it curling around me like poison, humiliating me. And even though with each step I could still feel the sting of the whip, but it wasn’t the pain that tore through me. It was the shame. The humiliation.Lachlan hauled me through the halls, his grip unyielding. My breaths came in ragged gasps as we turned a corner, my eyes fl