Consumed by Deception (Deception Trilogy, #3)

by Rina Kent

Remember, Adrian, power is seized, not given. If there’s a chance to win, don’t ask questions or hesitate. Take it.” “Even if it hurts others?” “Even if it hurts others.

I told her I would be there for her until her scars healed, but I ended up adding a few of my own.

That’s what happens when your mind becomes your worst enemy. When its sole purpose is to destroy you from the inside out. It’s impossible to think past the demons’ whispers and the need to end it all. Past the thought that by ending it, I could make everything fine.

“Adrian…take it as if I’m begging you. Don’t do this to us.” “Do what?” “Kill us again.”

“No. You’re not just my wife, the mother of my son, and completely and utterly mine, but you’re also the only woman I’ve wanted since the first time you begged me to fuck you when you were drunk.”

“So what if there are? What if there fucking are? You labeled me a killer, a devil, a monster, a stalker, a fucking villain. This is what villains do, Lia. We kill for our end goals, and we do it often. So get your head out of the clouds and stop pretending you’re not part of this, part of me.”

Lia is the only person I’ve ever wanted to belong to me, no matter how illogical and impossible that is.

“I didn’t understand my emotions at the time, but I do now. I do love you, Lia. I always have. But my form of love isn’t sweetness or softness. It’s nothing noble or delicate. My love is selfish and villainous. My love is the type where I will kill people to protect you and erase others to avenge you. My love is possessive, obsessive, and knows no boundaries, not when I first met you and certainly not now.”

Because even though I performed the act of living before, I’ve never truly lived until Lia came into my life. I meant what I told Kolya earlier, Lia is worth failing my system, digging my own grave, and putting myself in this unfavorable position. I would do it all over again if it means having her.

Why couldn’t I love someone normal? Oh, right. Because I’m nowhere near normal myself.

However, over the years, I’ve realized that you might be the most fitting for him.” “Why?” “Because you accept him the way he is. Not even his parents did that.”

“Your softness, Lia. Your finesse, your elegance. He sometimes watches you as if he wants to stab the air for making you cold.”

I’m done treating my wife like a stranger when she’s always been the only person who mattered in a room full of people. The only person I see.