روايات وقصص ضمن A Game Of Malice And Greed

“That day when you lost to me in the duel, rather than crying to your aunt, had you acknowledged me, you would have known just how easy it is for me to kill you.” I spoke as I raised the top of my sword to his throat, warning him to keep his mouth shut. “Every one of your mistresses sought permission from me first before they warmed your bed because they feared offending me, the daughter of the Grand Duke. And I allowed them so you would keep your paws off me." I could see embarrassment filling his eyes. He gritted his teeth in anger, fists clenched. "I never expected you to be a good husband. I just expected you to be loyal to the Grand Duke. To this Duchy. But you chose the path of arrogan

She was a part of a much bigger game. “Thank you, Miranda,” Nadia said quietly. “I didn’t realize how much was at stake.” Miranda met her gaze, her expression unreadable. “It’s not just about pretending, Ms. Nadia. You’re both part of a game that could change everything. And to win, you need to stay sharp. Theodore doesn’t lose, and neither should you.” Nadia’s heart raced. She wasn’t sure if she could win this game, but the stakes were clear now. “I’ll do my best,” she said, determination creeping into her voice.

I had to salute that selfish, disgusting family for turning out this way, all because of their greed. Lesley hated both Gary and Willow so much that she did all she could to find herself a sugar daddy. She managed to charm her way into his heart and got him to assassinate Gary and Willow. After being oppressed by them for so many years, Lesley was finally set free. However, Lesley only managed to rejoice for less than a week because her health report had come back with all sorts of red flags. She fell into despair and thought of spending all her hard-earned money to get treatment at the hospital.

"Do you even care about who Kate's with? You're just bitter that she dared to leave you first. I don't know how you ended up here, but Alan, are you sure you're not just being used as a pawn?" "Don't play games with me, Marcia! You're no longer a threat to me! All our deals are off, and I'm on the verge of bankruptcy because of you! You ruined me!" Alan hissed, his tone dripping with malice. "Since I've got nothing left to lose, I might as well sleep with you and leak the news. Let's see if it embarrasses Elijah or me more!" Marcia calmly buttoned her shirt, her tone icy. "I doubt you'll get the chance to spread it. Do you really want to end up like your mother—dying in prison, forgotten by

Worried he might do something rash, I hurriedly shouted, "Are you crazy, Cameron? Kidnapping is bad enough, but if you take another life, you're signing your own death warrant!" "Is that so?" he said dismissively. "Compared to that, I'm more interested in seeing how you and Jessica will look as you both die in front of me. Besides, I'll have you two for company on the road to hell. It won't be a lonely journey!" Cameron was completely unhinged. He pulled a gun from inside his jacket and pressed its cold metal against Jessica's forehead. "For example... what do you think your face will look like when I pull this trigger?"

What a mentality! "So you want to ruin my business just like you have done to yours" Phil used his index finger to scratch his Jaw, that was a habit he did whenever he got really irritated by something or someone. "Tony, I have lost over two hundred million in this deal but i'm gonna forgive you this time, but listen Dear Cousin, if you try such games on me again, I swear you are going to regret every bit of it." Ohhh, Philip was dead serious😡 "Threats? Who is scared of threats" Tony said

"You're letting a mere surrogate look at your phone?" "Yeah," He said with a nod, his voice very soft. "You can look through it whenever you want. As much as you want." "Enough!" I shook him off, my eyes cold. "How long are you rich people going to keep playing these games? When the woman you loved died, your first thought wasn't to stay loyal to her. It was to spend money on a stand-in. After you find one, you put her on a pedestal when you're happy, then throw her into the bin once you get bored."

“Marcus, these are kids. They shouldn’t have blood on their hands.” “Hey, I promise you, it’s not as bad as you think. Most times, the targets deserve it, and sometimes, no blood is spilled at all.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Most times? What do you mean most times?” He sighed, rubbing his bald head. “I’d like to say we only go after the bad guys, but to be honest, I don’t know who the bad guys are sometimes. I just follow orders and get my money. It’s all complicated, that's why I never wanted you to find out.”

My heart skipped a beat when he put his hands on the wall and leaned close to me, ripping my strength to replace it with his intoxication. "Miss Beth." He whispered huskily, completing his sentence, moving his face so close to mine. I shuddered as I could feel his malicious plans under my fingernails, stirring my mind. "What game?" I asked in a whisper, not liking this at all but his offer was too good to resist. He let out a low yet dark chuckle and moved to my neck and spoke up in a whisper, "For the next ten minutes, I will seduce you and if the word 'Please' escaped your lips. You lose."

And yet… she couldn’t forget the way his lips had felt, the way her body had betrayed he and--Damn it! Her phone buzzed again. ‘Keep going, honey. Remember all he’s done to you and never forget that your revenge is a must.’ Amira swallowed hard, her pulse hammering in her ears. Three months left. That was all the time she had to play this dangerous game. She turned the phone face down in her lap, forcing her expression into something neutral. The men were still talking about alliances, threats, and all things money-related but their voices blurred in her ears. All she could hear was the echo of Alessandro’s words.