Betty's POV

"You would pay for this Ivan," I breathe before my lips meet his. The taste of red wine instantly filled my mouth. He froze for a moment, probably trying to figure out why I was doing something so bold.

He started it. He wanted me to make a fool of myself fine. But I wasn't going down alone. Let it be known that Ivan Orlov’s fiancée is brazen. Those were my brave thoughts but I clearly miscalculated everything

It was hard to outplay the game master. His arm ...