Chapter 3

However, even the kindest person has a limit. Losing money wasn’t something to be ashamed of.

Mom took a deep breath, steadied herself, then came over to pull me up.

“Come on. We’re going home. We’re not taking part in this anymore!”

I let her pull me to my feet.

Taylor, seeing I was about to leave, immediately shouted, “Wait!

“Let’s go big this time. Yesterday, Uncle Paul lost half a million. If you win this round, I’ll give it all back.”

I pulled my arm free from Mom’s grip. “Fine. I’ll play.”

“But, Maisie, do you have any money left?”

I took out my property deed and said bluntly, “Let’s cut the crap. This is what you really want, right?”

I had bought the house for my marriage, and though it wasn’t much, it had cost me over five hundred thousand.

“No! We are not putting the house on the line!” Mom snatched the deed instantly.

“Patricia, what are you screaming about? Taylor is doing you a favor by even agreeing to play with you. Who wants your tiny half-million shack? Taylor lives in actual luxury homes,” my aunt countered.

“Maisie, stop this. Let’s go home. I’ll start working to earn what I lost tomorrow. Please, I’m begging you.” Dad grabbed my hand, pleading.

Seeing us like that, Taylor slapped the table and stood up. “Okay, okay, just leave then. If you can’t afford to play, don’t show your face here again.

“Maisie, seriously? You’re a grown woman, and you still listen to Mommy and Daddy? What a total mommy’s girl. Let me tell you something. Money isn’t for saving, but to be spent. You have to spend it to make it. Look at me. I spend big, so I earn big.”

Although her words were saying not to play, every word was a calculated jab, meant to provoke me and sow discord between my parents and me.

Sure enough, after she said all that, she stared right at me, waiting to see how I reacted.

Her words hit their mark. My expression tightened, my steps slowed.

Taylor immediately pressed harder.

“That old little apartment of yours? Please. I wouldn’t touch it. If you don’t want to play, then don’t. It’s not like that brain of yours could beat me, anyway. You’re an overseas graduate with a Master’s degree, yet you’re losing to someone who didn’t even finish middle school. Honestly, you should’ve followed me to work back then.”

Growing up, I had always been the perfect daughter. My parents were always proud of me. After all, not only had I gotten into a top university, but I was able to study abroad.

My education was my greatest advantage, and Taylor was tearing it apart like it was worthless.

I turned around, sat back down hard, and said, “Deal me in.”

Taylor smirked at her victory and signaled to my aunt and uncle to block my parents so they wouldn’t interfere.

My parents knew they couldn’t stop me anymore. They didn’t argue and just took out their phones, already planning to call friends to borrow money.

Taylor, determined to strip me down to my last penny, squared her shoulders and began shaking the dice cup again.

She even stood up, planted one foot on the table, closed her eyes, muttering some words while her hands flailed around.

“Open!”

We all looked at her dice cup. Three sixes and two fives—twenty-eight points!

In all the previous rounds, no matter how I rolled, my highest was twenty-two.

Even so, Taylor put on a fake disappointed face. “Oh no, only three sixes? I clearly asked the spirits for five. Looks like this time I’m going to lose.”

I smiled. “Taylor, superstition isn’t the way to go. We’re gambling on luck. You’re going to offend the God of Wealth if you keep this up. Looks like you really might lose this time.”

Instead of getting upset, Taylor burst into laughter. “You idiot. I was being polite, and you ruined it. This is twenty-eight points. Have you ever rolled anything close to that?”

I didn’t bother replying and lifted my dice cup.

When everyone saw what was inside, they all gasped in shock.