Lahat ng Kabanata ng HIS DANGEROUS GAME: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 28

Amara refused to let him see fear.Even as every instinct in her body screamed at her to run.The man watched her quietly from across the room, one hand resting lazily against the arm of the chair as though kidnapping women was part of his nightly routine.Maybe it was.“You’re staring,” he murmured.Amara crossed her arms slowly. “I’m trying to decide if you’re insane.”A low chuckle escaped him.“Careful,” he said. “That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble.”“It already has.”His eyes darkened slightly at that.Interesting.He stood, and Amara immediately stiffened.Not because he moved fast—But because he moved too calmly.Like a man completely in control of everything around him.“I know Dante likes dangerous things,” he said, pouring himself a drink. “But bringing an undercover agent into his life?”His gaze flicked toward her.“That was careless.”Amara’s heartbeat faltered for half a second.Only half.But he noticed.Of course he did.“You’re bluffing,” she said c

Amara barely slept. Even wrapped in silk sheets inside a room bigger than most apartments, her mind refused to rest. Riccardo’s words from the night before replayed endlessly in her head. *Dante’s father and I were once very close friends.* Friends. Not enemies. Not rivals. Friends. The thought unsettled her more than it should have. Because if Riccardo had once been close to Dante’s family… then this wasn’t just revenge. It was personal. Deeply personal. Amara sat up slowly, pressing a hand against her temple as morning sunlight spilled through the tall windows overlooking the Sicilian cliffs. Somewhere beyond those waters— Dante was probably tearing the city apart looking for her. The thought tightened something painfully in her chest. Which was ridiculous. Because Dante Moretti was never supposed to matter this much. Their relationship had started as an assignment. A fake relationship designed to get her close enough to study him, investigate h

Amara recovered quickly. Years of training taught her how to hide surprise, fear… even attraction. So despite the fact that Riccardo’s son was still holding her against him— warm hand firm against her waist— she forced herself to compose her expression almost immediately. Professional. Controlled. Calm. Even if her pulse completely betrayed her. “You can let go now,” she said smoothly. A slow smirk appeared on his face. “Can I?” Amara narrowed her eyes instantly. Definitely Riccardo’s son. The resemblance was impossible to ignore now that she looked closer. Dark hair. Sharp jawline. Dangerous eyes. But where Riccardo carried controlled menace— his son carried confidence. The effortless kind. The kind that knew exactly what effect it had on people. Still, Amara stepped back carefully, reclaiming her balance. “You almost died five seconds after meeting me,” he mused lightly. “That has to mean something.” “I trip once and suddenly it’s destiny?” “No,” he said cal

Amara stared at him through the glass doors in complete disbelief. Luciano stood casually on her balcony like climbing several stories up a cliffside mansion in the middle of the night was perfectly normal. The bottle of wine dangling from his fingers somehow made it worse. “Are you insane?” she whispered sharply, sliding the balcony door open. Luciano stepped inside effortlessly. “That’s usually the first thing women ask me.” Amara folded her arms immediately. “You climbed the side of the mansion.” “You say that like it was difficult.” “It should’ve been.” Luciano shrugged casually before setting the wine bottle on the table near the window. “You looked restless.” His eyes drifted toward her slowly. “I got curious.” Dangerous man. Dangerously charming man. Amara hated how naturally he occupied space around her. Like he belonged wherever he decided to stand. “You do this often?” she asked cautiously. “Break into women’s rooms?” A smirk. “Only when they’re interest