DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Consumed by Deception: Chapter 1
AGE THIRTY-SIX
I’ve witnessed life ending right in front of my eyes.
Not once.
Not twice.
But countless times.
After I saw the life leave my mom’s body when I was ten years old, I had an epiphany.
Ah. Death is that easy.
Death is a pull of a trigger, a splatter of blood, and empty eyes.
If Mom, the fearless Dominika who was stronger than life itself, was killed that easily, then the act couldn’t be that hard.
That’s why I’ve never feared death. Never looked the other way from it. Never hesitated in front of it.
In fact, I barged straight into it. I conquered it and shoved it to its knees in front of me, like Dad did to Mom, then shot it in the face.
I’ve eluded the merciless clutches of death so often that I thought myself immune to it.
That in a way, death doesn’t imply to me.
Doesn’t touch me.
Wouldn’t touch me.
That was my mistake. The error in my system.
Even though I’ve never feared the end—or anything, actually—since Mom’s execution, there’s something I’ve feared losing.
Or someone.
The world goes in slow motion, but it’s still too fast and impossible to stop.
When I followed Lia here after she sent a doppelgänger home and attempted to escape, this isn’t what I thought would happen.
Lia tumbles down the cliff like a leaf. Light, tiny, and so fucking fragile.
I reach out a hand, but all I grab is air.
Panic like I’ve never felt in my life snaps my shoulder blades together and freezes me in place.
Fuck no.
This isn’t how it’s going to end.
I skid down the side of the cliff, sliding over the dirt until I nearly hit the water. My bicep wound screams in pain and my tendons ripple with every movement.
Pulling out my phone, I hit the flashlight icon until a beam of light spills in front of me, illuminating the violent waves hitting the rocks.
The thought of Lia being stuck out there, ripped apart by the angry water, tightens my body and assaults my nerves.
I make out a small figure clinging to a rock while it floats in the water, but it doesn’t drift away.
My men’s voices grow near, and Kolya’s large build is the first to appear as he makes his way down the side of the cliff.
“Get ropes!” I bark, then place my phone on a small rock, directing the flashlight forward before I dive straight into the freezing water.
Shock ripples through my body and my wound, the wound she caused in her attempt to escape me, but I ignore all the discomfort as I swim against the harsh current.
The crashing waves are stubbornly trying to whisk Lia away, to slam her delicate body against the merciless rocks and suck out her life essence.
When I reach her, I find out why the water hasn’t succeeded in taking her. I thought she was looped around one rock, but it turns out, she’s stuck between two. One of them isn’t visible but is imprisoning her lower half.
I grab her cold, wet wrist and stop breathing while I wait for her pulse.
One fraction of a second passes.
Two…
Three…
A tiny beat thumps beneath my frozen finger and I finally inhale in a large breath of air.
I use one rock as an anchor as I pull Lia from between the other two. The moment she’s loose, I loop an arm around her waist and hold her freezing body close to mine.
Dark strands of her hair cover her face and I push them back. Even under the faint glow of the flashlight, I can see that she’s pale and her lips are blue, darkening a shade with every second.
She needs medical help and she needs it now.
“Boss!” Kolya calls from the shore.
I stare up to find him, Yan, Boris, and a few of my men standing at the edge of the cliff. My senior guard throws the rope, but it’s whipped away by the water.
He does it again, and I grasp it at the last second and loop it around Lia’s middle. I pause when my fingers meet the torn material of her dress, then I carefully feel around.
My hand slows when I find a gash at her lower abdomen. A deep as fuck gash that swallows my finger.
I quickly remove my hand while keeping her immobile. This is a lot more fucking serious than I thought if she’s also injured. This complication could be fatal in her freezing state.
“Pull us out!” I shout over the current.
Kolya and Yan yank the rope while the other men stand as a second line of enforcement.
I place Lia in front of me to keep from touching her wound, one of my arms wrapped around her chest and the other holding onto the rope.
The water carries our weight as my guards drag us to the shore. Kolya hands the rope to the others while he and Yan hurry toward me.
I let Kolya take Lia’s body only so I can come out of the water. My muscles ache from exertion and my bicep wound pulses with red-hot pain. However, as soon as I’m on solid ground, I yank the rope from around Lia and pull her fragile body to me. She’s still freezing as fuck and her lips are blue and…wrong.
“One of you give me a jacket,” I order in Russian.
Yan removes his and throws it over Lia’s body, not bothering to hide his malicious stare directed at me.
“The hospital, now!” I start climbing up the side of the cliff, keeping her as steady as possible.
Life is slowly leaving Lia, and soon, it’ll be all gone.
Everything about her will be only a part of my memories.
Not if I have a say in it.
She might have jumped from a cliff to escape me, but that won’t be happening in this life.
She’s my wife.
My son’s mother.
Fucking mine.
And I’ll go through hell itself if it means keeping her there.