Jaded: The Jaded Duology, #1
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If the only way to stay alive was to convince your new husband not to murder you and make it look like an accident, could you do it?
At eighteen, Jade shouldn't have to be forced to marry the son of her father's enemy as part of a revenge plot for a failed rebellion. When she's thrown into the life of being the wife of the Commander's son and heir, her only hope for survival is convincing Roan Diamond to actually fall in love with her so that he doesn't kill her on his father's wishes.
While a dutiful son, Roan shouldn't have to trick his new wife into believing his family accepts her, but as the only one in a position to make the country believe Jade is part of their family, he will do what he has to before his family murders his young bride and makes it look like an accident to get back at Jade's father.
With half the country trying to protect Jade and the other half oblivious to the atrocities committed at the Commander's hand, it's a race to see who will win at a deadly game of cat and mouse.
One chooses life. One chooses death. In the midst of chaos, only one will succeed.
The first book in the Jaded Duology has been called the "YA Dystopian Mr. and Mrs. Smith" by authors and is perfect for fans of The Hunger Games, Divergent, and The Selection.
Warning: The emotional roller coaster in this book has caused fans to create actual emotional support groups after reading this dangerously exciting book.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This was an amazing book and I like it so much. I loved how Ran had to choose between Jade and his father. I think choosing Jade and saving her was the best choice possible.❤
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Jaded - K.M. Robinson
The consequence for my father trying to overthrow the commander and failing is my life. I am no longer my own. I belong to the Commander’s son...as his wife. I can’t see my father or my family. I am alone and trapped in a marriage I never wanted. My husband seems kind, but there’s something there I can’t quite explain. My father warned me that my life is in danger...and I think he might be right. Can I trust the man I married to protect me from his father or will I have to survive them both on my own?
Ihave always been warned to stay away from Roan Diamond. He is the enemy. He is dangerous.
But today I will marry him.
And it’s not my choice.
When I was five years old, my father challenged the Commander. He tried to overthrow him and take power over the country, if you can call this a country. It’s more like a large city, but the Commander’s father, being the power-hungry man that he was, wanted to call it a country. So a country it is called.
After the war, the real country split into sections, each adopting a name, rules, and borders. The problem was that Aloysius Diamond was less of a leader and more of a dictator. His son, Robert, adopted his policies and today we find ourselves in a precarious state of survival.
My father, a politician and leader, tried to overthrow the Commander to help set up a democracy, something none of our broken pieces of the country have seen in a long time. My father failed.
But there would be far too much of an uproar if the Commander had killed my father, even if it seemed like an accident. No, my father’s life was safe. Mine, however, was fair game.
So now I stand before a mirror, my long dress swishing around my feet, waiting to be summoned. Brides wear white. I used tea to stain mine an off-white color. I refuse to be the bride they say I should be.
We all have to get married at some point, and usually we aren’t given much of a choice as to whom it is we marry. I have no choice; Roan Diamond will be coming for me any moment.
I answer the knock at the door to find not Roan, but my father. This may be the last time I see him.
His face is washed with concern and he’s fighting back tears.
Jade,
he says, enveloping me in his arms. I’m so, so sorry, my baby girl.
His voice is muffled against my swept-up hair.
I’ll be all right, Daddy,
I try to soothe him, hugging him tighter.
Remember what we talked about.
I’m sure we’re being monitored, so we can’t speak freely.
I’ve been preparing for this moment since the minute it was decided over ten years ago. I know that the Commander is going to try to hurt me. I know his son will be a part of it. I know my death will probably look accidental. And I know it is my job to survive: my father cannot help me once I walk through those doors.
I am prepared for the monster I am about to marry, for the prison I am about to live in, and for the killer who will be known as my father-in-law. I will not go down without a fight.
My father slips away and I want to cling to him as if I am five again. If only he hadn’t been so motivated to protect everyone else, he could have protected me.
A knock sounds almost immediately and I rush back, thinking it must be my father returning. Instead I look into the green eyes of the man who is stealing my life.
My breath catches in my throat and I force myself to hold his gaze for a moment.
You look very nice, Jade,
Roan appraises me.
Thank you,
I say, casting my eyes down to prevent him from seeing my true feelings. I cannot bear to look at him.
He offers me his hand and turns slightly to lead me away. I hesitate and can’t keep the look of disgust off my face. I know he notices it, but he doesn’t flinch. I reach out and take his open hand and he leads me toward my sentencing. I am the most lovely convicted woman on Death Row ever.
The ceremony is simple, led by the Commander. Ordinarily this would be an honor, to have our country’s leader officiate a wedding. A few times a year, he does just that, surprising a few happy couples. Personally, I’d rather be locked in a cage with a rabid dog. It’s a funny comparison, because at the moment, the Commander actually looks a bit like a rabid dog. Flecks of foam spit from his mouth as he speaks. I can feel the pent-up rage threaten to bite and latch on to me. But there is also something there that a rabid animal does not have, and that is the overwhelming sense of victory. He knows in this moment that he has won.
My father shows no emotion, nor do I. He may have won, but we will not lend ourselves to his victory. He shall have no satisfaction from our reactions. And in that moment, I know what I must do.
I glance to my father and his eyes are trained on me.
I am changing the plan on him. I have to make him understand.
I smile; a forced smile at first, but I let it morph into the smile he has known my entire life. He squints a touch before straightening his face.
When I turn back to Roan, I lean in. My hands are in his and I let my excited energy flow through them to his hands. I catch his eye and let mine sparkle.
Today is my wedding day and I love this man.
And I will make him believe it. He will know I am in love with him, for that is how I will survive.
Roan’s eyes widen when he sees me lean in. His smile seems so genuine. I know it’s nothing; it can’t be. I will fight him with the very thing he isn’t expecting: adoration.
We say our vows and I clutch his hands in mine. When we turn, I loop my arm through his to leave. I catch my father’s expression; his eyes narrow ever so slightly. If I hadn’t spent years studying his face, I wouldn’t have noticed it.
I lean toward my new husband, moving my head to lean toward his arm.
I can see the plan click in my father’s mind and he nods once in approval. I know he understands.
Roan raises his free hand to rest on my hands, which are wrapped around his arm. My first instinct is to pull away, but I fight the urge and smile up at him. I will win him over if it’s the last thing I do...and it will be the last thing I do, should my plan fail.
My new home is large—much larger than the home I lived in as a politician’s daughter. I had no say in it; my new family-in-law designed it. This is as far from my taste as possible and I have a feeling it was planned that way. I am supposed to feel alien in my new home.
Are you hungry?
Roan asks.
No,
I reply, eyes wandering the room. Then, I think better of it. Actually, do you want me to make us something?
I can do it,
he says kindly. Come sit with me.
He motions me over to the barstool in front of the island in the kitchen.
I sit and carefully arrange my skirt around me. He works quietly for a few minutes, pans clinking together the only noise in the room.
You looked very nice today,
he says quietly, avoiding eye contact.
Thank you.
I cast my eyes down and blush. So did you.
He smiles at me and I return it. His eyes linger for a moment too long and suddenly I realize: we are alone...and married.
I...
I start but the words stick in my throat. Roan...I...I’d like to take this slow...get to know each other. Can we do that?
Please, please, let us do that. Please don’t force me into anything.
Jade, of course. I would never push you into anything. We don’t know each other; I know that. We’ll take our time. There is no pressure.
He reaches for my hand, but instinctively I pull back from his touch. He flinches as I withdraw from him.
Thank you,
I say with breathless relief. Even if this is part of the trap to gain my trust, I don’t care. He won’t touch me tonight.
Of course, Jade. I want you to feel comfortable here. I know this was never your idea, and I’m sorry you got forced into this, but we’re here now and we need to learn to get along. I know it takes time.
You’re very rational,
I say as he slides a plate toward me. I pick up a fork and start moving the food around in front of me while resting my chin in my free hand.
You seem pretty practical, too.
I guess we are a good match. Who knew?
I joke, looking up through my eyelashes at him.
His eyes sparkle as he watches me. I might actually be able to pull this off.
So anyway,
he says after he swallows, I’ll take the spare bedroom. You can have the master. I’ve already got my things in the guest room.
I nod.
We may have to act like we’re a couple out there
—he jerks his head toward the outside—but in here, we can learn to be friends first.
I think that’s a good idea,
I reply. "So tell me, what are you like, Roan?
I’m…just me,
he says thoughtfully. I don’t know…what do you want to know?
Well…
I think for a moment. What could I possibly use to my advantage here? You’re nineteen, right? And I’m eighteen. So we’re one year apart. What’s one thing you’ve learned in the extra year that could help me?
Wow.
He looks impressed. Going for the deep stuff right away, huh?
I shrug. Might as well. We’re going to be here awhile, so why waste time on small talk.
All right then,
he smirks. For a moment, he is lost deep in thought, but then his eyes flick back to me and catch my gaze.
In my extra year, I have learned that other people will always make plans about your life and there’s nothing you can do about it but try to survive.
He smiles at me but my blood runs cold. What does he mean?
Like my father, with this marriage. He decided this for us, not us. But we’re going to get through it…together.
I hope that’s all he means.
That’s a good realization, Roan. We can’t control others, but we can control ourselves.
Exactly,
he breathes, relieved I understand. I’ve also learned that if you don’t eat fast enough, you lose your food.
His fork lashes out and snatches the food from my plate. He pops it into his mouth and grins at me, wild-eyed. My jaw drops open and I try to speak but it only comes out as a squeak.
He darts for his second mouthful, but I rap his hand with my own fork.
Oww!
he cries, shaking out his knuckles. "Hey, wife. Play nice."
"Mind your own manners, husband," I chastise playfully.
He goes back to eating off of his own plate and I finish my own food. If this is what it will be like for a while, I can survive it.
True to his word, Roan takes the guest room. I convince myself not to put a chair in front of my room door. I have to play the part. I can’t show I was scared. Despite my nervousness, I manage to get a few hours of sleep.
Morning comes quickly, and being an early riser, I am the first to step into the common living space.
I move around the couch and wander over to the kitchen. I should cook for him…try to make an effort. Searching the room, I locate where everything has been stored and set to work making something edible.
Good morning, Bird,
Roan greets me as he steps into the kitchen.
Bird?
I question.
Early bird, you know…since you’re up early. Are you always up this early?
He rubs his eyes.
Oh.
I giggle. Yeah, I’m a morning person. I take it you’re not?
No, I am…just not as early as you,
he corrects me. "Notice how the sun is just starting to come up? That’s what we call the actual start of the day."
I guess I did get up earlier than usual.
Are you hungry?
I ask, setting a plate on the counter.
Thanks.
He slides into a seat and I stand behind the island where he was standing the night before. Mmm…you’re a pretty good cook.
Thanks. My dad taught me.
Thinking of him causes my ribcage to tighten around me.
You miss him?
Roan drops his voice and looks down, focusing on his plate.
Yeah. I know it’s silly, it’s only been a day…
But that day changed our entire lives. I get it, Jade.
He looks back up at me. I know everything is complicated, but we’ll figure it out.
I nod.
So, what are we doing today?
he asks.
The Command gives all newlyweds a week off from work after their wedding days as a sort of honeymoon. Some take the time to get to know their new spouse…others take the time to really get to know them.
"I don’t know. I’m not used to not working. I’ve never really had a lot of free time."
The Command expects all people to begin work at age sixteen. We are given three months to find a job, or one is assigned to us. That’s not something you ever want. So I found a job. I was willing to take anything, but as it turns out, I was offered my pick of several.
Many people who were quietly sympathetic to my father’s actions quickly stepped in to offer me placement. In public I was treated like any employee, but in private I was provided with special care. We made it look like I had done all the work to get the job and had convinced them to hire me so that they wouldn’t be targeted. I would have felt terrible if Mr. Eroh had been hurt because of me.
Mr. Eroh’s shop had been in the middle of my town. It was an eclectic shop, full of pawned items and tinkered trinkets. When something broke, the people would bring it to him to fix. He would often trade his services for those who could not afford his help. It was in his shop I learned many of the skills I could not learn publicly with my father.
Do you have any plans for today?
I ask.
He gives me the strangest look. "Well, I think we need to stay together, Jade. We did just get married. We can’t exactly go wandering off on our own."
Oh. Good point.
And it is. Maybe we could…rearrange the furniture?
I suggest.
Not exactly your style, huh?
Not really.
I give him a half smile and shrug.
Yeah, that’s fine. We can start after breakfast.
Okay, great.
At least we’re cooperating.
We spend the next hour changing the room. I almost laugh to myself when I finally decide I have the living room set up in a way that I’m positive his parents will hate.
Happy?
he asks, hands playfully resting on his hips.
Yes, this is better.
I give him a smile.
So now what?
Roan asks, walking toward me.
Now… I think I should unpack.
I step toward my room. Your parents may have had you already moved in, but I just got here, remember?
You didn’t bring much with you?
he comments, frowning slightly.
I only brought what I needed. If I need anything else I can send for it. And besides, I had a few trunks brought over yesterday while we were at the ceremony.
All right. I guess I’ll take a break then.
He lies down on the couch and kicks his feet up over the armrest. Placing one hand on his stomach and the other resting on his forehead, he closes his eyes for a nap.
I could do it right now, kill him and escape.
But, of course, I can’t.
The illusive safety of my room beckons me and I gladly slip away to hide.
The outside of my new home is lush with greenery. There are plants and flowers everywhere. The garden must have been another part of the plan, since I’m allergic to flowers.
There is a hammock in the backyard, a high fence blocking it from view of the neighbors. We even have a few trees, including an apple tree that just might be the only thing I like about the house.
The steps off the back porch were recently reconstructed, the wood brand new. Checking over my shoulder to be sure I’m alone, I inspect every inch of the yard, hoping I’m not being too obvious. I’ll need to know every inch of the place if I’m going to survive.
Want some lemonade?
Roan asks as he walks down the steps, holding two big glasses.
I hold in my gasp as I turn to him. I was so focused that I had nearly forgotten to listen and only heard his approach a few seconds before he stepped outside. I had just enough time to make it look like I was watering the flowers on the far side of the steps.
Sure, thanks,
I say, setting down the watering can and reaching for the glass. Did you have a nice nap?
Did you have a nice time watering the plants?
he counters.
Not especially. Flowers and I don’t exactly get along.
I scrunch my nose up and shake my head.
Then why water them?
Your parents were so kind to give us such a lovely home, I didn’t want to let the flowers die. I really want to make a good impression on your parents, and I have a feeling killing their plants might offend them.
You care about impressions?
"Honestly? I don’t really care what your parents think of me. I do care what you think of me, and I know you respect their opinion. Therefore, make them happy, make you happy, and my plan is a success."
I’m impressed. Most people wouldn’t think of that.
Well, like we keep saying, we’re married now; we have to make the effort to make this work. If that means suffering through allergies, I’ll do it.
Well, I don’t want you dying on me now, so how about I’ll handle the yard work and you handle a few things inside the house that I’d rather pass on?
Deal,
I say, a bit surprised.