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.""