House Always Wins
As the son of Harbor City's casino magnate, I willingly handed control of the World Cup book to my stepsister, Sophie Bell.
It was only because, in my last life, Sophie, who had never watched soccer seriously, suddenly turned into the family's lucky charm and called sixteen World Cup matches in a row. Every single night I stayed up breaking down each team's tactics and studying the players' habits and tricks. Yet Sophie could always predict the exact score, a step ahead, saying out loud the very answer in my mind.
"Admit it, Adrian. I'm just stronger than you! Everyone, listen to me and go all in!"
After that, the whole internet worshiped her as a goddess and praised her as a natural-born betting queen. Everyone mocked me as nothing but a fraud who'd never deserved his name. I was driven out of the family, and in a daze, someone shoved me off a high-rise.
Only in that moment did I finally learn the truth: my stepsister could eavesdrop on my thoughts in real time.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night the World Cup began.
This time, I didn't watch the matches. Instead, I looped through my head:
"Darling, hold my hands. Nothing beats a jet 2 holiday, right now you can..."