The darkest lies are the ones we tell ourselves.
Faced with the impossible, Roman Avdonin is forced to do anything—and everything—he can to keep Karine safe from the man who wants her back.
Even marrying her.
The thing about marriage? It doesn’t stop you from hurting the one you love the most.
In midst of a mafia war … love is just one small part.
And it certainly won’t save them here.
Bethany-Kris, author of The Russian Guns, invites readers back to the world with The Marriage–Book 3 in The Darkest Lies Trilogy. A standalone trilogy following the same couple.
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Roman wanted to touch Karine while she stood across from him—tuck the stray strands of wavy hair that had fallen out from behind her ear—feel the shivers race over her shoulder blade when his fingertips glided down the column of her throat. But he made do with her palms tucked inside his larger hands as the officiant stood at their sides at the little makeshift church. The inside looked even less like an actual church than the outside—signage and proper placement could really do a lot for things.
The man in his robe was reading from a book, smiling at his own words and putting on quite a show. At least, the guy did seem to enjoy his job and some people might enjoy this kind of thing. Although, Roman didn’t care about the words, or much for the man speaking them—it was all a means to an end.
And a very beautiful beginning.
He just wanted to be married to this girl—he wanted to be bound to Karine for life. Even if the fraudulent paperwork made the marriage illegal, it was the act itself that couldn’t be undone. A bell that would never unring.
Besides, it wasn’t like following the law had ever made much of a difference to men like him before—it certainly wouldn’t matter to Dima to learn Karine had married Roman in a ceremony. Legal or not, that didn’t change what it was.
Or what it meant.
If she belonged to Roman, like he was tying himself to her, then nobody, not even Dima would take her away from him. He would die to make it true. There was no cost he would not pay.
The woman who stood close by was also the official witness to the wedding—the officiant’s wife wore a bright smile throughout her husband’s theatrics. No doubt, it was something she had seen a hundred times.
He was just more interested in Karine than the finer details of the happenings around him. He was fine pretending nobody else existed but him and her. Her in that red jumper, with her silky dark hair laying in messy waves over her shoulders. Her with her eyes so bright, and a sweet mouth stretched into the prettiest smile.
Could she feel his racing heartbeats through his fingertips?
Was she as excited as he was?
They would walk out of there as man and wife—till death did they part. And he still wasn’t even entirely sure they were going to make it out of everything else alive, let alone this.
The author of too many novels to count, Bethany-Kris is a Canadian, lover of much, and mother to four sons, a glaring of cats, and a pack of dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, a snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a spouse calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.