Playing The Devil's Game
Dashmel thought her luck had finally changed when her broke college boyfriend suddenly became rich. She hoped his rise would lift her too… until he dumped her in the cruelest way possible. His reason being that, she wasn’t good looking enough.
The worst part was that Dashmel knew he was right. He wasn’t the first person to break up with her for that very reason, and he probably won't be the last.
Dashmel was shamed, heartbroken, and unable to escape the rumors on campus. Her college life falls apart... until she crosses paths with Jack. A mysterious and dangerous billionaire. A man rumored by the FBI to be the devil himself.
Jack offers her everything she has ever wanted... Wealth, social status, and a secret, forbidden treatment that could make her truly beautiful.
Desperate for a new life, Dashmel is willing to pay any price... even her soul.
But the devil named Jack doesn’t want her soul. He just wants her to play a game.
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Chapter: fghncffn bvhmmnbCHAPTER 2: The Leaked Videos. (Vincenzo’s POV) Last night, I was upstairs in the VIP lounge, nursing a glass of whiskey that had long since lost its burn. The lights were dim, the air saturated with perfume, lies, and secrets. The waitress had brought me my drink, but my mood was already poisoned. All I could think about was that girl... the one who dared to yell at me outside like I was some street rat. "Are you blind?" she’d said. No one talks to Vincenzo Bruno like that. Certainly not some fragile girl with doe eyes and a shaky voice. She didn’t even know who I was... and that ignorance stung more than her words. Because that meant my reputation wasn’t loud enough. Yet. But before I could let the thought simmer further, I felt my body shift. My limbs turned heavy. The edges of my vision softened. I tried to stand, but my knees buckled. "Sir? Are you okay?" the waitress rushed over, catching me. "I’m...fine," I muttered, but I wasn’t. I couldn’t feel my fingers. "I’ll help
Last Updated: 2025-12-13
Chapter: dfffghbvvbjgfggCHAPTER 2: The Leaked Videos. (Vincenzo’s POV) Last night, I was upstairs in the VIP lounge, nursing a glass of whiskey that had long since lost its burn. The lights were dim, the air saturated with perfume, lies, and secrets. The waitress had brought me my drink, but my mood was already poisoned. All I could think about was that girl... the one who dared to yell at me outside like I was some street rat. "Are you blind?" she’d said. No one talks to Vincenzo Bruno like that. Certainly not some fragile girl with doe eyes and a shaky voice. She didn’t even know who I was... and that ignorance stung more than her words. Because that meant my reputation wasn’t loud enough. Yet. But before I could let the thought simmer further, I felt my body shift. My limbs turned heavy. The edges of my vision softened. I tried to stand, but my knees buckled. "Sir? Are you okay?" the waitress rushed over, catching me. "I’m...fine," I muttered, but I wasn’t. I couldn’t feel my fingers. "I’ll help
Last Updated: 2025-12-13
Chapter: fdsghnvdghvdfbbCHAPTER 2: The Leaked Videos. (Vincenzo’s POV) Last night, I was upstairs in the VIP lounge, nursing a glass of whiskey that had long since lost its burn. The lights were dim, the air saturated with perfume, lies, and secrets. The waitress had brought me my drink, but my mood was already poisoned. All I could think about was that girl... the one who dared to yell at me outside like I was some street rat. "Are you blind?" she’d said. No one talks to Vincenzo Bruno like that. Certainly not some fragile girl with doe eyes and a shaky voice. She didn’t even know who I was... and that ignorance stung more than her words. Because that meant my reputation wasn’t loud enough. Yet. But before I could let the thought simmer further, I felt my body shift. My limbs turned heavy. The edges of my vision softened. I tried to stand, but my knees buckled. "Sir? Are you okay?" the waitress rushed over, catching me. "I’m...fine," I muttered, but I wasn’t. I couldn’t feel my fingers. "I’ll help
Last Updated: 2025-12-13
Chapter: dggcxfhnmvcfhjnbCHAPTER 2: The Leaked Videos. (Vincenzo’s POV) Last night, I was upstairs in the VIP lounge, nursing a glass of whiskey that had long since lost its burn. The lights were dim, the air saturated with perfume, lies, and secrets. The waitress had brought me my drink, but my mood was already poisoned. All I could think about was that girl... the one who dared to yell at me outside like I was some street rat. "Are you blind?" she’d said. No one talks to Vincenzo Bruno like that. Certainly not some fragile girl with doe eyes and a shaky voice. She didn’t even know who I was... and that ignorance stung more than her words. Because that meant my reputation wasn’t loud enough. Yet. But before I could let the thought simmer further, I felt my body shift. My limbs turned heavy. The edges of my vision softened. I tried to stand, but my knees buckled. "Sir? Are you okay?" the waitress rushed over, catching me. "I’m...fine," I muttered, but I wasn’t. I couldn’t feel my fingers. "I’ll help
Last Updated: 2025-12-13
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