I Drugged My Fiancé Instead
Language: en
My skin was burning, a fierce, unnatural heat clawing its way up my throat. I yanked at the collar of my silk gown, gasping for air. The sight of the velvet drapes, the heavy mahogany wardrobe, and the flickering candlelight made my breath hitch. I was back. I had returned to the very night I was drugged. Damian’s brother-in-law, Lord George Harrington, would burst through that door in less than fifteen minutes. I had to get out. Cynthia, Damian’s scheming sister, had undoubtedly stationed her guards outside. She wanted me trapped. She wanted my ruin to secure her family’s…