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It was fucking crazy. I looked over to my desk, staring at the open laptop. Zaire's gorgeous face stared back at me. It was the photo from last season's championship game, the one where he was drenched in rain, his helmet in his hand, and his brown skin looking absolutely mesmerizing under the drizzling rain. And that fucking smile? My God, what I would do for him to smile at me like that. "You are daydreaming again. God, Zaire Gibson, what have you done to my little brother!" Maggie laughed, throwing her head back.

Time to checkmate once again. I ignored the small whispers of the courtroom as all eyes shifted between him and me as if waiting for the storm to break. “Not guilty?” I repeated my tone light, almost teasing. I placed my hands across my chest and tilted my head to the side. “How bold of you, Derick Cresentblood. Bold, but utterly foolish.” “You truly believe you can lie your way out of this? After everything? Then you must be so wrong, or so stupid.” “I know the game you’re playing, Luna, and I am ready to participate in the game. And you may know, I play to win.”

She fakes another smile before leaving, and I sit back down, feeling slightly less nauseous with the distraction of the flowers, and read Archer’s card. Quinn- Ten years ago I overheard you say roses are cliché. I hope you still think so. -Archer I read the card three times, smiling harder each time. I center them on the accent table that sits in front of a large window and call Archer. He answers after three rings and sounds like he just woke up. “I got the flowers. Thank you.” “You’re welcome. Don’t go crying on me now.” I blink back tears. “I can’t help it. It’s all the hormones.”

"Sir, I have taken that boy to the basement. Let's play the old game again. It's been a decade, I haven't seen someone's blood." Raphael smiled evilly. "You look more excited than me. I didn't think that I would need to do these things again. But looks like, just a warning doesn't work. I have to show him what Ethan King can do!" Ethan said in his usual cold voice. They both went to the basement and it was very dark in there, only a lightbulb was giving a little bit of light. There were bloodstains on the wall.

When Yvonne saw that the situation could no longer be salvaged, she let go of Naomi and chased after us. From far away, I heard Naomi screeching, along with the chaotic sounds of a brawl. “What do you plan to do next?” Wendy suddenly asked me when we were downstairs. “First, have a personal account. The company is great at making people popular. Since Claude is trending online this time, I’m sure that he will be able to start over soon,” Yvonne answered for me. She sounded completely full of herself. “I’ve never seen your company make anyone truly popular. The only pair that is worth any mention… Heh.” Wendy laughed without finishing her sentence and handed a business card to me.

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

“Dry your tears, amore mio. Hate me all you want, but remember this—your life belongs to me. Try to forget it, and I’ll remind you again.” She glared up at him through a blur of tears, hatred burning bright in her eyes. Something small slipped out from his pocket falling unnoticed to the floor. A black card. Her eyes widened at the sight of the small plastic. Her lips curled. Montez’s platinum credit card. Fool. Her heart quickened with the rush of opportunity. Montez had tormented her, stripped her of dignity. Now, she would bleed him dry in the way men like him hated most; his pride and his wallet.

Playing a game that involves them both wouldn't be so bad truly. "Go to Lucas' chambers, Griffin. There's a human girl there. Throw her in the cage and set a camera that's connected to my screen here in my study room." As Griffin goes to execute my order, ending the mind link, I snicker so hard that my shoulders adds to the effect. After all, she is mine. My gift. Oh, what a time to be perilous. A day ago. King Damon Adrian. "Oh, fuck off!" Astonished, I shout.

Then stopped as if remembering something. " But if he's called off the bet, how the hell are we going to know if he really has feelings for you?" She asked. I pondered on it for a while and thats when I smirked. " Just because a player quits doesn't mean the game's over." I said and stared ahead. Ariana watched me keenly. " And what do you have in mind?" She asked menacingly. I chuckled. " Its a game right?" " Right." " Then we keep on playing...." I said and glanced at her. She grinned wildly and hugged me tightly.

The elevator dinged, opening directly into the expansive, ultra-luxurious living room. Everything looked exactly the same as it had a few hours ago. The marble kitchen island where he had kissed me, the plush leather sofa where I had waited for him, the panoramic glass walls showing the glittering, indifferent city below. But the warmth was gone. It felt less like a home and more like a high-tech mausoleum. Marcus stepped out behind me, pulling a heavy metallic keycard from his suit pocket—a master override card I had never seen before. He walked over to the main control panel near the elevator.