All Chapters of Her Reckoning: Love is the deadliest game of all: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The next morning, Angelique rose early for her first day at university. Excitement tingled through her veins. The night before, she had stopped at a shopping center to buy a new outfit. First impressions were everything — especially here. It was true she belonged to the A-Class, but she wasn’t yet sure if she ranked in the upper or lower tier. Her goal was clear: to make connections with the S-Class — particularly with Trunks. Angelique was what many would call a femme fatale. She could radiate quiet, untouchable elegance one day, and irresistible allure the next. She was gorgeous, and she knew it. That morning, she chose to highlight her seductive side — just enough to turn heads, yet not enough to lose her sophistication. After pampering herself meticulously, she slipped into her new outfit and headed to class. As she stepped out of her car, all eyes turned toward her. Whispers rippled through the courtyard. Who is she? Where did she come

Trunks watched Angelique disappear between the shelves, then felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Alejandro: Where are you, bro? Meet us at the shooting range. Trunks: I’m quite busy right now. Alejandro: Oh, please. You always say no. Come this time. Trunks: Okay. He sighed, slipped his phone away, and left the library. ¤¤¤ “Hey, Trunks! You finally came,” Ryan called when he arrived at the shooting range. “I’m not really into guns,” Trunks said, adjusting his glasses. “But you’re a rich man,” Alejandro replied, aiming downrange. “You need to know how to defend yourself.” He fired. The bullet struck near the center, the sharp crack echoing through the room. Trunks flinched. “Wow! That was great, bro!” Ryan laughed. Alejandro smirked, then offered Trunks a cigarette. “Want one?” “You know I don’t smoke,” Trunks said softly. Alejandro sighed in mock annoyance and handed him a gun instead. “At least try this. Here—let me show you.” He guided Trunks’s hands,

Ryan and Pavitra had a huge argument after the assault accusations. Pavitra cried until morning, unable to believe that Ryan could not only cheat on her but also be capable of assaulting someone. He tried everything to defend himself, but Pavitra refused to listen until she had proof. By the next morning, whispers spread across campus: Rachel had admitted she lied about Ryan. A wave of h#atred flooded the school’s social media, soon turning into real-life h#arassment. Not just against Rachel—but against all the scholarship students. Comments grew more and more vicious: “See why we shouldn’t have those sheep on campus?” “She looked so innocent. I actually trusted her. Turns out all poor people are the same.” “Poor Ryan. Imagine the scandal.” “I saw Rachel crying this morning. She’s so manipulative—OMG.” “We need to do something. #TheSheepMustGo.” Rachel was devastated. But what could she do? Even other scholarship students turned against her. M

“So, you mean Trunks is now officially dating that dumbass?” Cornelia asked, her jaw dropping. “Yes,” Suhee replied quietly, disappointment lacing her voice. “Actually,” Cornelia continued, twirling a strand of her hair, “we can’t really blame him. She’s prettier… and rich.” “Connie, you’re not helping,” Suhee said sharply, glaring at her. Cornelia raised her hands in defense. “Sorry.” Suhee sighed, sinking deeper into her chair. “Connie, what should I do now? Help me. I can’t openly fight her—Trunks asked me not to argue with her again—but I can’t just sit back and let her win that easily.” Cornelia’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. “Hmm… I think I have an idea.” Meanwhile, in a bar nearby, Ryan slammed his hand on the table dramatically. “Bro, I have news you won’t believe.” “You’ll practically believe because it was pretty obvious but you’d never had thought it’ll be this soon.” Ryan added Alejandro arched an eyebrow. “Spill the tea.” Ryan smirked. “Trun

At seven the chauffeur’s car slid up to the hotel-like complex that housed Trunks’ penthouse. The entry was private. Bodyguards escorted her through polished marble; the elevator hummed up into a world of neutral tones and curated light. She stepped into a space that looked made for a magazine spread — library wall, private gym, a shimmering pool, a luxuriously soft living area with glass doors looking over the mini-city. Trunks waited at the entrance, awkward and ardent. “I hope you like it,” he said. She kissed him without hesitation. “Yes. I hope soon you’ll give me access so I can come anytime.” “You can. It’s yours now,” he answered, blushing. “Your girlfriend is very beautiful,” Grandma Yuna said, materializing like a warm presence in the doorway. Angelique turned and smiled at the elderly woman. “Nice to meet you, Grandma Yuna. I guess I’m your granddaughter now.” Grandma Yuna gave a polite nod; her eyes, however, were not unclouded. Angelique met the gaze and off