Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Pawn In His Dirty Game: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

VALERIE My fingers brushed the scarf wrapped around my head, making sure it was tightly secure as I waited for my turn. My eyes were shielded behind dark sunglasses to prevent people from recognizing me. Still, it didn't stop the stares as though people could see straight through the disguise.I managed to slip out of Zachary's iron grip earlier this morning. My fingers drummed restlessly against my legs as I waited for my name to be called. I'm doing this for my sanity. I reminded myself.“Miss blackwood? ” The receptionist 's voice rang out. My heart lurched at the name , the alias I had chosen for myself to go through this unnoticed. Slowly, I rose to my feet and followed her. The door clicked shut behind me and woman in thick rimmed glasses that rested on her nose glanced up. Her hair was packed in a messy bun , stray strands framing her neck. A slow smile curved her lips as she gestured for me to sit. I didn't return her smile. I was too rattled to. Pushing the seat b

*ZACHARY* My fists clenched as he continued to spew out nonsense, my fingers buzzing with the urge to break his nose. I flexed them instead. He's Valerie's father. “So your point is you’ll take back what you said if we endorse you as a capable president of the finance bank?” I spat. A grin spread across his face . “Exactly. Then you can keep her,” he answered smoothly and I chuckled. Keep her? Like she was some property. What kind of a father is he? I felt my control slipping bit by bit as I watched his smug face. “But that's not how apologies work,” I muttered and his smile dropped. “You tainted my name. You should pay for it.” The air around us suddenly shifted. “Oh dear, we both know who the public believe,” he drawled, his lips curling into a smirk. “A helpless father over a husband with an uncontrollable temper. ” I froze. “What?" He leaned back into his chair as he watched me . “She showed me a bruise on her wrist. I can used that against you and wat

*Zachary*Ian was waiting by the stairs of my private jet,He met me halfway. “She now work as a stripper in a club,” he muttered. But my head was elsewhere, consumed by the questions that have been swirling in my mind since Ian’s call. A weight pressed heavily against my chest.Why did she pretend to be dead?No matter how hard I racked my brain, I still couldn't wrap my head around it. I needed to see her myself. “Do you want me to come along?” he asked, worry laced in his tone.“No, I need you here. To protect Valerie.”My chest squeezed painfully at the thought of her. I left her behind without any explanation. Ian studied me for a moment, then nodded in understanding.“Are you ready for this ?” he asked, searching my face.My fists balled by my sides.I wasn't ready.But I gave a single nod and turned away, climbing the stairs, my steps heavy. I sank into the leather seat and the captain tipped his cap in salute. Moments later, the jet surged forward and lifting up into t

*ZACHARY*A slow sensual rhythm vibrated beneath the exclusive bar I was in. Behind the glass that shielded me from the rest of the crowd, strippers grinded and twirled on men's laps sensually while the others danced in synchronized formation. But she wasn't hereAgain. The manager, a burly man in front of me squirmed under my gaze. “You've waited for her for two weeks, sir, ” he mumbled in a low voice. “We can arrange another for you.”Ignoring him, I drummed my fingers on the table. My eyes sweeping across the pole stage. Suddenly, the crowd's cheers became louder, wild and frantic.One of the bodyguards bent low to whisper something in the Manager's ear, and the bastard's lips tilted into a smile.She was here.I raised the glass of scotch to my lips and watched from the rims as her eyes darted cautiously across the crowd before stepping onto the platform in a matching thong that clung to her skin like a secret and a pair red high heeled boots. The crowd roared as she pressed

*VALERIE*The door burst open, slamming against the wall. Two men in matching dark suits, their faces carved with permanent scowls, shoved a small figure into the room. The young girl stumbled forward, her head concealed in a plastic bag.She gasped for air through the thin material. “Accept this as my token of love to you,” Gareth drawled, his eyes gleaming with a sick delight.I stopped breathing when one of the men stepped forward and yanked off the plastic bag.My heart stopped.My lips trembled as a single word broke free—one I hadn’t spoken in months.“Cara.”The air around me thickened, my chest tightening as her tear-streaked face came into focus, fragile and bruised by whatever hell she'd been through.Her hair was shorter, unevenly chopped, and her skin had lost that golden glow I remembered—but it was her.My sister. She blinked rapidly, her gaze unfocused, until it landed on me. Recognition flashed in her eyes before it was replaced by terror. “Valerie, what are you doi