The Undercover Heir's Brutal Payback

Summary

At the welcome-home dinner for Sloane’s childhood friend, someone suggested a game of "Confession Box."

Sloane lost. Her penalty was to admit to one thing she’d done that made her feel guilty.

She glanced at me, then began to speak—not in English, but in fluid, rhythmic French.

"Truth is, six months ago, I didn't fly to London to see my best friend. I went to Paris to take care of Harrison because he was going through a rough patch and drinking himself into a hole."

I froze. The warmth in my eyes died instantly.