Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Dear Fiancé, It’s My Turn To Play the Dangerous Game: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

On the night of our engagement, my best friend was perched on my fiancé's lap, playing the knife game. One flick of the dagger in Killian's hand would sever the strap.A humorless laugh escaped me as I drew my custom pistol. If we were going to play, we might as well go all in.The entire casino fell silent. Every eye was locked on me.Killian gave me a lazy smile."Be a good girl. This game isn't for you. Go back to your cabin and rest."It was the kind of placating, patronizing tone he always used, the kind that came with a prize. Something like, "The new West End territory is yours when we dock tomorrow."In the past, I would have surrendered instantly.I would have foolishly obeyed, taken the trophy he offered, and called it love.But today, I just curled my lip and didn't move an inch.The atmosphere grew tense.Clara blinked her wide, innocent eyes. "Seraphina, if you don't like this, we can just play another game."But as she spoke, she pressed herself even tighter against Killi

Clara's voice was quiet, but it carried a sticky malice that echoed through the dead silent cabin."That guest from Moscow, Mr. Boris."She pointed a finger toward a fleshy man in the corner who was chugging vodka.He was an envoy from the Russian mafia, notorious for his depravity."I order my dear sister Seraphina to give Mr. Boris a passionate kiss," Clara said, her body shaking with laughter. "It's 'diplomatic etiquette,' after all."At her words, Boris's cloudy eyes lit up. He licked his lips obscenely, revealing teeth yellowed by tobacco.I took one last look at Killian.The fingers that had been drumming nonchalantly on the table stopped.Killian's smile froze, the lazy mockery gone in an instant.His jaw tightened. The poker chip he'd been toying with hit the table with a sharp crack.Killian's gaze swept over Boris before finally locking onto me.In that moment, I was sure he would save me.He had known for a while that the Russian had designs on me, held back only by his resp

"Give me the binoculars."The smile on Killian's face vanished as he snatched the binoculars from the spotter.I didn't move, just toyed with the still-warm barrel of the gun in my hand.After a few seconds, Killian lowered the binoculars and turned to look at me."How is that possible?" Clara shrieked. "She must have missed! There's only one hole in that card!""Shut up," Killian hissed.Leo ran over, his hands trembling, and retrieved the playing card along with the steel plate behind it.When he returned, holding them out, the entire crowd gasped.There was only a single bullet hole in the center of the Ace of Hearts.But on the steel plate behind it, a new, deep indentation had appeared."She threaded the needle," Leo's voice trembled. "Miss Seraphina's bullet passed clean through the hole from the Boss's shot, without even grazing the edges."This meant that if my hand had trembled in the slightest, or if my calculation of the wind had been off by the smallest fraction, the origin

Returning to the fortress-like estate of the Russo family, I didn't rest for a moment.My father and the family elders sat around the heavy, black walnut conference table, their expressions a mix of doubt and intrigue.I threw a file, stained with seawater and the smell of blood, onto the table.It was a map of the Falcone family's trade routes with "The Scorpions," Colombia's largest drug cartel."From this day forward, the Russo family is no one's accessory."I looked around the room, my voice low but carrying a deathly chill. "What Killian lost, I will take back with my own hands."The elders exchanged glances. Finally, my father tapped his pipe, tacitly approving my madness.If I was no longer Killian's kitten, I would be the Russo she-wolf.My first target was the cash cow the Falcone family depended on for survival, a shipment of arms destined for Bogotá.It was the deal Killian valued most, the one that solidified his position within his family.But I knew their shipping routes

As the banquet was winding down, I ran into Clara in a secluded corridor.She had probably snuck in during the final chaos, hoping to grab the coattails of some family head and beg for protection.Her hair was a mess, her makeup blotchy, and the face she had once so carefully maintained was now like a crumpled piece of paper.The moment she saw me, she froze, wanting to run, but her legs wouldn't obey."Sera... Seraphina..."She scrambled forward on her knees, her eyes red. "Please, let me go. I know I was wrong. I really do...""I was arrogant, I was ungrateful! Seraphina, please be merciful. Just treat me like a stray dog and kick me away..."I looked down at her groveling, pathetic form, then leaned down close to her ear."Clara."I said, word by word, "Do you know why I didn't just put a bullet in you?"Her eyes widened in terror."Because death would be a mercy.""I want you to live. I want you to fall from the clouds into the gutter and feel every bit of the humiliation I once di