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If you marry into the Grey family, it will be like heaven. They have enough power to shake an entire country. "Mr. Franchise makes online games?" Leonard Grey asked again. "Yes." When Nathaniel was talking to Leonard Grey, he didn't dare to say one more word, for fear of saying the wrong word. "The Fallen Kings is your company's game?" Leonard Grey asked again. "Yes, it came out a few years ago, does Mr. Grey also play games?" Nathaniel was a little curious, and people like him could play games, so he couldn't help asking more.

Larissa's mind was still foggy and she did not reply immediately. Wendy explained, "With the lockdown in place, people can't go out to have fun. They can only stay home and watch dramas or play games! The biggest and most comprehensive streaming site online is VisualBox. It's owned by Microworks Corporations. Exclusive content can only be unlocked by paying for a membership. As for games, the top three most downloaded games on the leaderboards were developed by Microworks Corporation as well. I heard that the gaming department of Microworks Corporations made billions in revenue in just the first week of the lockdown!"

Allison replied. "What are you going on about?" Raeanne asked. "It's a paranormal dating online game. You buy a fantasy and play it out online. But here is the awesome part! They have real guys you chat with who play out the fantasy with you." Allison explained. "Isn't that a little cheesy? They're problem teenagers, or fat balding men pretending to be something they aren't. God only knows who you're really talking to. How safe is it, sounds very sketchy to me." Raeanne replied.

“You can’t lose these. You’ll need them to enter the game house and remain in the game.” “Thanks, Phil.” We walked out of the office feeling oddly enthusiastic. Leo hugged me tight, whispering “Stay calm” every now and then. “Well, well, well…” A slender, model-looking woman walked toward us. “Who do we have here? If it isn’t our legendary gamer couple—Leo and Raven. Neorix’s top stars.” Fiona. Also known as Neorix’s model gamer—and secretly called the witch of the gaming world. She was known for sabotaging games and tricking her rivals to win. She was the last person I expected to see today, but I knew exactly why she was here.

The invitation arrived in a plain black envelope, no return address, slipped under her apartment door like a secret. Inside: a single heavy card, embossed in silver. Velvet Rope Society Saturday, 11 p.m. One night. One rule: everything is consensual. Bring only your desire. Lila had heard whispers about the club—exclusive, hidden somewhere beneath the city, a place where the wealthy and the wicked gathered to buy and sell pleasure. She’d always told herself it was myth. Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

And there it was. The slap. The spit in my face. She was taunting me. Mocking me with her new ring, that stupid dress, that smug little smirk like I hadn’t touched every inch of her less than twenty hours ago. She wanted a game? Fine. We’d play. But she forgot one thing, I never lose. Ever. We stared at each other in silence. Not like strangers. Rather like ex-lovers at war. I tried to keep my breathing steady. To remember who she was now. My father’s wife. That should have been enough to make me walk away.

“Let’s play a game, it will be fun.’ This particular text caught me off guard. My finger froze on the screen. If it was before now or any other normal day I wouldn’t read meaning into it. My brain starts reverberating the buzzes about a certain online game that’s now on trends. The game is said to be very horrible and deadly. It's claiming the lives of many people in numbers yet people are still engaging in the game. But the mysterious part of it is that there’s no record of reductions of people, I mean with the vast majority of people playing this so-called game. There should have been such news. Which only means it’s all false. The game might be real but those rumors following it are simpl

He faced me by turning his chair around. The cruel enemy's name is Emir Alffiaco. He was a horrible man. When I say terrible, I mean awful. I'm talking about the kind of evil that involves prostitution rings and the exploitation of young women. To make my life a living misery, he is exploiting even the mafia. I will not stop seeking justice to ensure that he rots away in the deepest part of hell.

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