CHIARA
Stepping off Killian's private jet onto the tarmac in France feels so surreal. How the hell is this my life? Last night I was in the center of a human trafficking ring, being gang raped and sold, and tonight, I'm in France.
What are the chances?
Killian meets me at the bottom of the stairs, and as he places his hand on my lower back, the soft breeze sends my blood-red silk gown blowing behind me. Can't deny it, the moment he told me l could dress for the occasion, I took full advantage.
My gown is everything and makes me feel like the woman Killian deserves. The gown I wore to the dreaded family gala was dazzling in all the right ways, but this one is sexy and makes me feel alive. It plunges deep between my breasts as the slit in the side trails right up to my hip. Every scar those men left on me is visible, but I don't feel the need to cover them up, not around Killian.
