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THE WICKED GAMES WE PLAY
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2026-05-12 06:40:44DISCLAIMER
This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, organizations, businesses, events, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, or actual events is purely coincidental. Certain legal, medical, financial, corporate, and technological elements have been dramatized for storytelling purposes and should not be interpreted as professional advice or accurate real-world procedures. This novel contains mature themes, including emotional trauma, violence, obsession, manipulation, abuse of power, and psychological conflict. Happy Reading! _________ CHAPTER ONE ~Jane’s POV~ "Jane! Get down here right now! You won't believe this!" My brother Leo’s voice echoed up the stairs, sounding entirely too energetic for a Monday morning. I was lying on my bed, scrolling through my phone and trying to ignore the fact that my brain was replaying my latest, vivid Benjamin dream. Again. I groaned, pushing the completely inappropriate thoughts out of my head, and shoved my phone under my pillow. Get a grip, Jane, I told myself, slapping my cheeks lightly. He’s your brother's best friend. Stop it. "I'm coming!" I yelled back, smoothing down my oversized t-shirt before rushing downstairs. The living room was a chaotic maze of half-packed boxes and scattered paperwork. My brother was pacing with a massive grin, and his wife, Sarah, looked like she was vibrating with residual energy. "What's going on?" I asked, looking between them. "Did someone die and leave us a mansion?" Leo laughed, throwing a arm around my shoulder. "Better! I just got a massive promotion—executive director for the European branch. We’re moving to Berlin, Jane! For three whole years!" My jaw dropped. "Berlin? Germany? Three years?" The excitement hit me first, but then reality crashed down. "Wait... what about me? My upcoming exams?" Sarah stepped forward, rubbing my arm gently. "We’ve already worked it out, sweetie. We know you can't just drop everything in your first year. So, you’re staying behind." "Alone?" I blinked. "In this huge house?" "Absolutely not," Leo said firmly. "We wouldn't dream of leaving you without supervision. We talked to Benjamin. He has that massive estate in the suburbs, and he insisted you move into his guest wing until we get back." My heart stopped. Literally stopped. "Benjamin?" I choked out, my face instantly flaring red. "As in... your Benjamin? Your best friend?" "The very one," Leo said, completely oblivious to the fact that my internal organs were currently melting. "He’s got tons of space, his security is top-notch, and he’s like a brother to me. I trust him with my life. He’ll keep you perfectly safe." Trust him with your life. A wicked, reckless spark ignited deep in my chest. Safe was the last word that came to mind when I thought of Benjamin. My mind immediately flashed to his broad shoulders, his cold, unreadable stares, and the dangerous, quiet power he carried. For three years, I had harbored a silent crush on him, hiding it behind polite smiles. "But... why Benjamin?" I managed to ask, trying to keep my voice steady. "What about Aunt Zayne?" "Aunt Zayne's condo is way too small, honey," Sarah replied. "And Benjamin insisted. He said he'd be happy to have you. He's always been so fond of you, Jane." Fond. Right. Like a little sister. That's how he saw me. Always. But then a different thought—dangerous, thrilling, and entirely wicked—began to take root. My pulse started to beat to a wild rhythm. Staying with Benjamin. All those years of unrequited fantasy, all those forbidden feelings locked away. And now, my brother was practically delivering me to his front door. "So, it’s settled," Sarah said happily, crossing another item off her list. "We start packing your things tonight. You move into Benjamin's next week." Next week. Seven days. My breath hitched. This was my shot. My desperate heart had just been handed the keys to my ultimate fantasy. I spent the next seven days playing the perfect sister, helping my brother pack while secretly planning a completely different operation. I curated my wardrobe with absolute precision—tailored silk pajamas, sundresses that clung perfectly, and perfumes that lingered in a room long after I left. When moving day arrived, the goodbye at the airport was emotional. But the second my taxi pulled up to Benjamin's estate, my tears dried up completely. The house was an architectural masterpiece—sharp lines, dark glass, and total privacy, surrounded by high stone walls and heavy security gates. I stood on the porch, suitcase at my side, and took a deep breath. Game on. The oak door swung open. Benjamin stood there. He was wearing a crisp black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, looking so powerful it made my knees physically weak. His dark eyes found mine, intense and unreadable as always. "Jane," he said. His deep voice sent a shiver straight down my spine. "Welcome. Your brother texted me the second their flight took off." "Hi, Benjamin," I said, giving him my most practiced, confident smile. I stepped closer, letting my signature vanilla scent drift into his personal space. "Thanks for letting me crash here. I promise I won't be too much trouble." He reached down to take my suitcase, his fingers intentionally or unintentionally brushing against mine. A sharp jolt of electricity snapped between us. Benjamin paused, his eyes dropping to our hands before slowly rising to scan my face. His eyes narrowed slightly, darkening in a way I had never seen before. He took a half-step forward, completely invading my space. "You've... grown up, Jane," he murmured. His voice dropped lower, carrying a sudden roughness. His gaze deliberately traced the curve of my neck down to my waist before snapping back to my eyes. My heart leaped into my throat. He noticed. Oh my god, it’s working.
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