Married to Mayhem — The Charity Gala Darts

Sister, I'm sorry, but I'm already carrying your husband's child. At the gala that year, if you hadn't cut in with your darts and stolen Lana's moment, my wife should have been her. Now it's time for you to make room.

My consciousness sank into a black abyss. When I opened my eyes again, a crystal chandelier was spinning above me. I was standing in the center of the Pierce family's annual charity gala. Six darts clenched in my hand.

Eleanor Pierce's voice rang out from beside me. The winner of tonight's dart competition will become the fiancé of my son, Julian. Everyone in this room knew I was the reigning dart champion. Throw these darts, and I would be Julian's wife,

the spouse of the Pierce family heir, exactly as I had been in my last life. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced toward the edge of the room. Lana was clutching the hem of her dress, smiling shyly and coyly up at Julian. Julian was looking back at her, his expression soft.

I drew in a breath and let my wrist tilt. built. Six darts flew. Five missed the board entirely. Only one just barely clung to the bullseye. Oh my god, sister, you only hit one! She produced a custom-made set of embedded with magnets. Six darts. All six bull-highs. The butler announced- The

Miss Lana Sterling! Looks like this engagement just wasn't meant for you, sister. I lowered my head, arranging my face into disbelief. How could I only have hit one? The socialites swarmed her.