My Dear Fiancé, It’s My Turn To Play the Dangerous Game
The night of our engagement party, I found my best friend playing a dangerous game with my fiancé.
The casino on our family's private yacht was where I found them. Clara was sitting on the lap of my fiancé, Killian, the Falcone family heir.
Killian held a sharp family dagger, its tip snagging the thin strap of her dress.
The blade traced a path along her collarbone. The slightest pressure would snap the silk.
It was a dangerous, intimate scene.
I stepped forward with a frown, but Killian just scoffed. "It's just a little game to liven things up, Principessa. Don't be so tense."
Clara's eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "We're just playing a traditional family game. The knife game. You don't mind, do you, sweetie?"
I was about to speak, but Killian's expression hardened.
"We just got engaged and you're already trying to control me?"
So I said nothing. I just drew my custom pistol from its holster on my thigh.
"So, it's a game," I said.
"Then let's play for something real."