Scars of Your Betrayal: Her Late Regret
Language: en
The hemp rope cut brutally into the back of my neck, the stinging pain finally bringing me back to reality. My former fiancée, the woman who once swore she would marry no one but me, had tied me up in an underground VIP gambling parlor. She was using me as a living dartboard target, all for the sake of her precious childhood sweetheart. Ten razor-sharp throwing knives grazed my skin and slammed into the hardwood board behind me. Blood slowly seeped down the wood grain. She stood right beside the dartboard, looking down at me. Her voice was as cold as poison. "Ethan Reed, you owe this…