THE BILLIONAIRE GAME: ROUND TWO

“Do not complicate things,” he replied impatiently. “Vivian is recovering and needs rest. What do you want... money, a gift? I’ll make it up to you.”I noticed the smug glint in Vivian’s eyes, and before I could stop myself, I felt my temper flare. “Greyson, how do you not understand that it’s never been your money I wanted?”Enough!Spinning around, I walked away, feeling utterly dejected. Greyson watched me leave, pinching the bridge of his nose as if I were just a problem to be solved.Vivian sighed, her voice soft and calculated. “She should be angry with me.”Back in the solitude of my room, I slowly changed out of my nightgown, the fabric slipping away like the remnants of my shattered dreams. As I lay down on the cool sheets, an overwhelming ache settled deep in my chest, a heavy weight that felt as if it would crush me under its sorrow. The silence around me was deafening, amplifying the emptiness I felt within.Suddenly, a knock on the door pierced through my melancholy th

The guards released me, but their presence lingered like a shadow. As we walked down the sterile hallway, the harsh fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting unsettling shadows that danced across the walls. My heart raced, each step feeling heavier than the last.They guided me toward the room where Vivian lay. I could see the door slightly ajar, and through the crack, I caught glimpses of medical equipment and the faint outlines of nurses bustling around. My stomach churned.She almost killed herself!Finally, we reached the door, and one of the guards pushed it open, motioning for me to enter. I hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady myself before stepping into the room. The sight that met me was jarring: Vivian lay on the hospital bed, pale and fragile. Tubes snaked from her arms, and the steady beep of the monitor underscored the seriousness of her condition.I felt a rush of conflicting emotions, anger and... worry. As the guards stepped back, closing the

The thunderclap jolts me awake, my heart pounding in my chest. Cold night air rushes in, and only then do I realize. I left the window open. My eyes scan the room, searching for my uncle, but he is nowhere to be found.Staggering, I move toward the window, trying to piece together my fragmented thoughts. But something is wrong. Terribly wrong.My uncle’s mansion is gone. In its place, stark white walls surround me, illuminated by a harsh, artificial light. The sharp scent of antiseptic hits me before my gaze drops—and the truth crashes down like a tidal wave.The pale blue hospital gown. The red scratches trailing along my arm.My breath catches in my throat.Was it all just a dream?I never left? I never walked away from Greyson?For a long second, I stand motionless by the window, letting the icy wind lash against my skin, as if it could force me to wake up from this nightmare. The scratches sting, but the pain is nothing compared to the emptiness spreading inside me.The freedom I

Without hesitation, he seized her chin forcefully, tilting her face upwards, and locked his gaze with hers, his eyes burning with accusation."Lara Caron," he spat her name with contempt. "Have I not treated you well enough? I provide you with a monthly allowance worth thousands of dollars, allowing you a life of luxury without the need to work tirelessly." Each syllable he uttered tore at her spirit, fueling a fire within her that burned with indignation. "All I asked was for you to prepare a meal for my mother, and yet you betray me? You dare to cheat on me?"The weight of Greyson's grip and the venom lacing his words sent tremors through Lara's body. She felt the sting of his accusations, the sheer injustice of his assumptions weighing heavily upon her. "Ha, ha!" In that pivotal moment, Lara found her voice, her eyes narrowing with determination. "Did you really think that that is considered as good treatment? In that case, why do not you hire a servant instead? At least a servant

How on earth did she come across such a player?Aaron, on the other hand, were not the slightest perturbed by the thoughts running through the woman's mind. He was in a good mood today as he stroked Lara's stray bangs away from her beautiful face.Slap! Lara slapped his hand away. "There is no need to trouble yourself, Mr. Granger. I will do it myself."'Feisty, just like a wild kitty...'Aaron glanced at her playfully, his arms folded in front of his chest, "You haven't told me your name yet!"Lara's hand trembled, clenching her teeth she answered, "I do not think there is any need to know my name. That is all for today. I am no longer in your debt!"Before Aaron could react further, Lara quickly rushed out. Aaron Granger narrowed his eyes as he looked at the woman's figure scurrying away.Lara's heart raced as she hastily made her way towards the bathroom door, her fingers fumbling to unlock it. The intensity of the moment still lingered within her, leaving her breathless and shake