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She has her dagger strapped around her thigh and her gun tucked into her waist, which was the main indication that she came to Malakai for a job. “Oh no. You might be out of bed, but you were on the verge of death, I’m not sending you out there.” Malakai said, making Eden pout. “That's not fair, I survived. That should count for more than being shot.” Eden argued and Malakai leaned back in his chair and sighed. “Okay. What if someone comes at you with a knife, you try to fight, your stitches open and you start losing a lot of blood? What are you going to do then?” Malakai laid out scenarios for her.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Emma. And I know more than you think. For instance, I know where your dear mother is. The health center she's in, the people there… You'd be surprised what they'd do for a little extra cash. You wouldn't want that information getting out, would you?" The threat sinks in, and my blood runs cold. Does she know about my mom? How much does she know? How did she find out? I take a step back, my heart racing, fear creeping in like a shadow. "Stay away from my family," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. Serena smirks, pleased with herself. "Then stay in your lane, Emma. Keep your nose out of my business, or I'll make sure you regret it."

Layla saw them too as she got off her bike. "What's going on now?" she asked as I walked to her. I shrugged and we went inside to find out. POV Layla I opened the door to loud laughter erupting from the kitchen. Finn and I walk towards the noise to find a rather rowdy poker game going on. Hart, Tom, Dad, Luke, Leo, Eve, Peter, Snake, David, and Spike were all playing and yelling so loud that they didn't even hear us come in. I shook my head at them as Finn chuckled.

During this period, “burrito” became an unspeakable word among the players. Because the moment someone said that word, a boss would immediately appear at their door. On the player forum, every post revolved around burritos. "Who on earth kidnapped this woman! The entire horror game can’t eat burritos anymore!" "Because of this woman, all the bosses entered berserk mode, and the player survival rate dropped below 10%!" "Please! Hurry and find this woman and end this!"

"Even if you were crippled, my family could afford to compensate you." I don’t remember how many times she slapped me that day. By the end, my ears were ringing, my head spinning, and I coughed up blood before she finally stopped. I was hospitalized again. Her family paid compensation, so she faced no consequences. At my lowest point, I stood on the rooftop, ready to jump. The only thing I was grateful for was that all of this happened in elementary school. She was cruel, but still naive. She never went as far as destroying me in ways I couldn’t come back from. Otherwise, I might not have survived.

She lifted her face to the sky and screamed, "Landon, please! Shut the game server down! The players are going to beat Luke to death if this keeps going!" At that exact moment, Adrian sent me a message. He sounded hesitant. "Mr. Hale, I've pulled up the gameplay recording you asked for. The content's pretty explicit—the fallout could be bad if you broadcast this inside the game. Are you sure you want it to be shown publicly?" I glanced at the player list and confirmed there were no minors online. Then, I nodded. "Do it. Whatever happens after, I'll take full responsibility."

"His security team once hospitalized someone who tried to break into his house. The guy wound up a months-long coma with broken ribs and a shattered kneecap. It's impressive, but I wouldn't say he's perfect." Only Sloane would think putting a guy in a coma was impressive. "Trust me, I know. I'm not the one you have to convince," I muttered. Not that Dante's notorious ruthlessness mattered to my family. He could shoot someone during rush hour in midtown Manhattan and they'd say the person deserved it. "I don't understand why you agreed to any engagement at all." Sloane shook her head. "You don't need your parents' money. You can marry who you want and there's not a thing they can do about t i

Aria The basement of the rundown safehouse on the edge of the industrial district smelled of damp concrete, old iron, and dust. It was perfect. No cameras, no biometric grids, and completely off the Thorne and Vance maps. I had spent the last forty-eight hours setting it up, anchoring a heavy steel chair to the floorboards and checking the strength of the reinforced leather restraints. Tomorrow was Malakai’s wedding day. Every billboard in the upper city was flashing the news of the rushed Thorne-Vance corporate marriage. Victoria Vance thought she had finally cornered the devil. She thought she was going to walk down the aisle, sign the asset merger, and bleed Malakai’s empire dry.

is too violent. Many children are acting out the roles in real life, resulting in one death and one injury. The game poses a huge risk of inducement. Amanda was surprised. "I've seen this game before and thought it was too bloody and violent, but I didn't expect it to make some children act it out in real life."

"You're always bored." "Exactly." He laughed. Marco ran security for all my properties. He had known me since we were teenagers running cons in Miami. He was one of three people who knew what the D'Angelo empire actually was. "Maybe you should try something new," he said. "Charity work, yoga and monogamy." "Fuck off." "Just saying. When was the last time you were actually interested in someone?" I thought about it. I couldn't remember. People were entertaining for maybe three hours. After that they wanted things; Connection, meaning and feelings.