Tempted by Deception (Deception Trilogy #2) - Rina Kent Page 0,72
“You’ll survive it better when you have something to occupy your time.”
“Wow, great. Thanks for thinking of me.”
“Drop the sarcasm, Lia. It doesn’t suit you.”
“So now you know everything about me?”
“Not everything, no, but I know this is happening tonight.”
I try to free myself from him, but that only manages to tighten his hold around me. “Just give me time. Let me process this.”
“You’ll have all the time you need to process it afterward.”
The elevator door opens before I can utter a word and Adrian carries me to the awaiting car.
Kolya and Yan are in the front, and the latter gives me a sympathetic look as his colleague drives away.
The news of the pregnancy has become the least of my problems now that he’s using it to make me marry him.
“Adrian…”
He faces me with an exasperated look. “What, Lia? What is it?”
“Don’t make me do this.”
“Would you rather I go back to Kristina and marry her?”
“W-what? What does she have to do with anything?”
“It’s either you or her, and if you play stubborn and say I should go to her, I’m going to make you watch me marry her, then fuck her to put an heir inside her.”
I gasp, the image forming in my head as if it’s indeed a reality. I can clearly imagine Adrian’s glorious naked body powering into the beautiful tall blonde, and bile rises to my throat, threatening to empty my stomach again.
He…wouldn’t be so cruel as to do that, right?
The question must be written all over my face, because Adrian grabs my hand and leans over to whisper in harsh words, “Go ahead, Lia. Make the foolish choice if you’re ready to bear the consequences. But understand this, I’m never letting you go. I’ll make you watch me with Kristina every night before I fuck you. She’ll have to adopt your child as hers, too, because I will not allow my offspring to be treated as a bastard. So what’s it going to be? A wife or a mistress?”
A tear rolls down my cheeks, clinging to my lips as I taste salt. I have no doubt that he’ll make true of his word, that he’d torment me in such a way so I’d regret going against him.
“You’re a monster,” I breathe out.
“And you’re marrying this monster.” He releases me with a shove and I glue myself to the back seat, my heart nearly hammering out of my chest.
He’s really left me no choice. He knows I would never be the mistress, no matter what. That I would rather go through any craziness he’s planning instead of being his side piece while another woman is his wife.
And not only that, but the jerk would take my child away, too.
When we arrive at a large old building, nausea fills my stomach.
We’re at a church.
He’ll really make me marry him tonight.
Adrian carries me out of the car and leads me to a back door. A blonde in a sharp skirt suit greets us with a smile.
“Mr. Volkov.” She nods at me. “Miss.”
“Do you have everything ready, Emily?” he asks with his non-negotiable Russian accent.
“Yes, sir. Everything’s as instructed.”
“Make it quick.” He places me to my feet.
I’m thinking of ways to somehow escape when hot breaths tickle my ear and he whispers, “If you resist, let alone attempt to run, I’ll catch you and we’ll do it my way. I assure you that’s the last thing you’d want, Lia.”
And with that, he turns around and leaves, utterly sure that I won’t do it.
And to be even more certain, a few black cars line the perimeter of the church, all of them filled with men dressed in black, like Yan and Kolya.
He brought his guards to the ceremony. Isn’t that romantic?
Emily leads me inside and introduces me to two of her helpers. I’m back to the numb state as I let them treat me like Adrian’s doll.
The asshole.
The fucking asshole.
Every time I think we’re falling into some sort of an understanding, he does something to prove his monstrous nature. I sometimes get the idea that he might care for me, but it’ll always be his way or the highway.
Emily and her helpers don’t waste any time. They wash my hair and pull it up in an elegant twist before carefully attaching a long veil to it.
After that, they apply a natural touch of makeup, painting my lips a soft pink.
Soon enough, I’m dressed in a white silk wedding dress with a large skirt that covers my cast. Its train is