play me, Mr Play boy
Every person who had underestimated me.
I smiled, a cold, dangerous smile. They won’t see me coming.
And then my phone buzzed, an unknown number.
“Tonight, the first move begins,” a text read.
I looked up, heart racing. The city lights outside reflected in my window, painting streaks of red and gold. Adrian was right. This was war. And I was already in it.
The thought made my pulse race, fear, excitement, and something else I didn’t dare name.
I was no longer just Nora Vaughn, the obedient daughter. I was a player. And Adrian Cole… he was both my ally and my storm.
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