Deceitful Vows

Zoya

I never imagined a dreaded gynaecology appointment would result in a fire-sparking connection hotter than the sun.

Even in an office designed to torture women, the tension between the sinfully delicious stranger and me is so blistering that we spend the night together, twisted beneath silky sheets.

Although disappointed to wake alone the following morning, I assume aching muscles will be the worst side effect of our night of sin.

If only anything in my life was that simple.

I learn shortly after our night of debauchery that Andrik isn’t just seductively charming and easy on the eye. He is also married.

During an exchange as heated as the night before, he assures me that I have nothing to feel guilty about, that his marriage is a contractual agreement designed to take down a hierarchy that’s been ruling his life since prior to his conception.

His defense is so credible that I almost believe him.

But with one lie unearthing a dozen more, it isn’t solely Andrik’s affair being scrutinized.

A dynasty centuries in the making is about to topple, and I’m unknowingly wielding the axe responsible for its demise.

Andrik

One glance seared my soul, but one brush of a pair of pouty lips seals my fate.

Zoya Galdean is going to ruin me.

No ifs.

No buts.

She will ruin me. But I refuse to withdraw from a battle more dangerous than one decades in the making.

Betrothed or not, Zoya wants me, so she will have me.

I just can’t publicly announce that until I fix the monumental mistake I initiated mere hours before bedding a woman whose inclusion in the farce ensures it isn’t solely my head on the chopping block.

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