All Chapters of MISTRESS OF THE GAME: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MARIEI stared at the little scrap of paper in my hand as I headed over to the multi-million dollar mansion I lived in with the other girls.“Surprise!” A chorus echoed as I stepped in the door, and only then did I notice that the light had been changed to something twinkly, soft jazz music played in the background, and someone had hung “happy birthday Marie” across the sitting room, and the four other spies I shared the mansion with all wore matching T shirts, and sat sipping from a cup.I sighed. I hated my birthdays, I’d even forgotten it was today, but my smile was genuine as I walked over to the group.“At least let me have a drink,” I said snatching a cup from the person nearest to me.Nathalie shrugged. “You could have waited, let me pour yours.” Nathalie was the silent weapon among us, she usually got her information from targets in the most cruel way, and yet when she was not working for Garrick, she was just the regular nerd.“We should …. Sing the happy birthday song, shoul

XAVIER STORM“So, have you decided the cause of action to take? Legal, or are you going to destroy her the dirty way?” Roland, my PA who liked to think of himself as my friend said, dancing around me as he tried to catch my attention through the throng of men that surrounded me.I docked into my limo, and he entered as well.“All I’m saying is, if you go the legal way, this could do wonders for the company image, endear you to the masses.”And this was exactly why Roland could never be my friend. “Since when has winning the heart of the masses meant anything to me?” I asked, keeping my voice cool, even though I felt irritated.But it was not Roland’s constant nagging that irked me, it was something else…. The paradox that was Marie. I hated unsolved puzzles. How the hell did literal innocence and the pain I’d briefly seen in those eyes blend well with cunning and treachery?“Okay, okay, hear me out,” Roland continued, with his palm up in the air. “Better goodwill equals more patronage

MARIEThe night was long, stretching endlessly as I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts spinning like a vicious storm. Every time I closed my eyes, the face of Xavier Storm haunted me. The coldness in his eyes, the cryptic way he spoke it all felt like an intricate puzzle that I couldn’t solve. I had no choice but to play his game, no matter how dangerous it seemed. The more I tried to distance myself from his plans, the deeper I sank into his web.The silence of the room felt suffocating, like a constant pressure on my chest. Every second that passed made the task ahead more daunting. The only thing that kept me from spiraling into panic was the promise of freedom the hope that if I succeeded, I could break free of his grasp.The door creaked open, breaking the stillness. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Xavier Storm, always moving in the shadows, always watching, always in control.“Marie,” he said, his voice smooth as silk, but with an edge that made my spine

XAVIER STORMThe conference room was full of different people, wealthy men and women of course, CEOs and MDs of a number of companies with their sales manager all biding for a the “L-LOUNGE” an arm of my business I wanted to sell off to James, but I still wanted to keep 20% of the shares. Roland had convinced me to put it out for biding to increase the value, he was adamant that the price I was willing to sell to James was ridiculously small. Reluctantly I agreed to his skim and sell it to James higher than the highest offer while I still retained my 20%. James did not have the money to buy it off at once, I had planned to give him five years to get back on his feet before paying, he was good at the hospitality business he once owned hotels and clubs. I was sure he would do justice with the L-lounge. “What’s your plan with that bitch?” James asked, I could see he missed being affluent, he had almost lost the charisma that came with being rich, plus he had the headlines in the news p

XAVIER STORMAs the limo drove to the hotel, I sat close to the window and left the partition open, so I could watch the busy city as I drove by. For once I appreciated the dense population and how every single person I saw seriously go about their business. The ability the city had to hide certain activities and expose others, gave me a food for thought.I hoped that somehow the city would expose Marie’s whereabout to me. But it had other plans for me. I was jilted back to reality when my phone buzzed, I hoped it was Marie as I took out the phone it was James.“ Hello Jamie is everything alright?” I asked wondering why he called.“You tell me, I hear Marie has escaped, is that true?” How fast certain information could get out, I wondered in surprise. “I wouldn’t use the word escaped”“Do you know where she is?” He cut in, he wasn’t interested in my explanation all he wanted was a yes or no answer and I wouldn’t give him that.“Not at the moment, but everything is going as planned Ja