LOGINI slept with my boyfriend’s twin brother, a Mafia don. One wild, drunk night, I gave in to him at his family’s masquerade ball, only to discover too late that the man who held me was not Nikolai my loving boyfriend. It was his twin Kieran Petrov, the feared don of the NY Mafia. A cruel man with blood on his hands, now I hold a devastating secret. I’m pregnant and I have no clue which of the brothers is the father. So when I decide to come clean to Nikolai and get closure before I leave the city, I find out a grave secret. Nikolai had been cheating on me with my best friend for years. So I run away, leaving it all behind and going into hiding. However, the Petrov family has enemies, does that want the only heir of the family dead. But Kieran tracks me down, he brings me back and present me with a deal I can’t refuse. Marry him and receive protection or stay where I am and die. I should hate him, in fact I do, he had known I was his brother’s girlfriend and still went ahead to make love to me. But I have no choice, I signed the contract and become Kieran’s contract wife. It was just for protection, nothing else, at least that’s what I think
View MoreAnd the Roots Remember Selena's POV The orchard's frost broke for the last time the morning after they buried the final crown. Selena stood barefoot at the trench lip, boots abandoned behind the brine pit where the last Thorell crest lay sinking into black mud. The hush was warm today , not the bitter hush that bit bone, but something that breathed through her veins like old blood. She could feel it in the soles of her feet, roots pulsing up through the churned soil to wrap around her toes, tugging at her skin like a mother smoothing back a child's hair. She tipped her head back and let the orchard wind cut its path down her throat, the taste of pitch smoke and thawed brine thick on her tongue. Overhead, the broken chapel tower sagged against the dawn. The frost that had rimed the stone beams since Calor's throat was split now dripped steady into the orchard trench, each drop a pulse in the hush. Behind her, Kieran's boots crunched through the last crust of snow, heavy but sure.
The Hush Devours the CrownKieran's POV Before the first crow broke the dawn hush, Kieran was already standing at the orchard trench. The wind pushed frost across the brine path in thin sheets, covering the blackened footprints they'd pressed into the soil when they dragged Thorell's last sons to the pit. It should've felt final. It didn't. His fingers rested on the old orchard fence , splintered rails tied together with scraps of old priest robes. Each knot was crusted in pitch. Each knot smelled like the night they buried Calor's crown so deep no lie could root itself in the hush again. He could taste it now, the hush , thick on his tongue when he opened his mouth to breathe. Somewhere beneath his boots, the orchard roots twitched in their brine cradle, drinking down what was left of every vow he'd ever carved into flesh. The hush was a hunger. He'd learned that the first time he split a throat wide enough to feed it. Selena's boots crunched through the snow behind him. She d
Where the Orchard Breathes LastSelena's POV The frost came back with teeth sharper than any blade she'd ever held. Selena felt it biting through her boots as she stood at the far edge of the orchard trench, the brine pit steaming like an open wound at her feet. The wind was so cold it turned the breath in her throat to knives, but she welcomed it , the orchard wanted her raw, bone-deep, skin peeled to the hush that breathed between the roots. Dawn was just a bruise at the horizon, a smear of pale violet behind the broken chapel spire. Wolves moved through the orchard in pairs, brine hoops lashed over their shoulders, oil casks dripping black lines that traced old scars in the snow. Cassius limped past her at the trench lip, spear butt crunching into the frost. "They're still crawling," he rasped, voice frayed. The hush swallowed the rattle in his chest. "Thorell's last bastards, huddled in the thorn brake like they think the orchard will forget them." Selena's mouth cracked int
Kieran's POV The orchard wind cut so deep it felt like it wanted to strip the marrow from Kieran's bones. He stood at the marsh path's last bend, brine muck sucking at his boots where the ice had cracked under the weight of the dragged bodies. Roots twisted up through the frost here, black veins that pulsed when the hush got thick enough to press on his ribs. Six banners flapped weakly against the tree line , splinters of old crests sewn into patchwork lies. What was left of Thorell's envoys lay in a heap behind the trench lip, their wax seals ground into the muck like bitter herbs. Wolves moved between the barrels and the split timbers, oil flasks rattling at their belts, pitch tarps slung across shoulders gone lean from weeks of brine air and roots that drank their warmth like blood. Kieran's fingers flexed against the hilt of his blade. He could feel the hush licking at the cut on his knuckles , the same gash that had split open when he cracked the last priest's jaw against t
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