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I rebuilt the core. Countdown hit zero. I typed the last line. Black screen. The whole studio went dead quiet. Ten seconds. The main screen lit up. The judge's voice cut through—sharp, excited. "The winner is Clara Clermont!"

But Cedric was done being the pawn. He would play the game. And he would win. Or he would burn trying.

When he caught my expression, he frowned. "Eliana, don't be like this. It was a bet." Just a bet. He said it so easily that ten years of waiting suddenly felt like something cheap left on a casino table. He explained without a hint of shame. A shipment was coming through North Dock, Warehouse Three had the best access, and Vivian had refused to give it up unless he won it from her. If I accepted his proposal, he got the warehouse for a month. Vivian spread her hands. "I didn't think you'd make it that easy."

he said firmly, glancing at me as he drove. “And the difference now is that we’re not playing the game?” “Eloise,” he whispered. I focused my sight back on the road. “Okay, fine. When do we play this game again?” He smirked, seemingly only interested in this thing. “Anytime you want.” “I’ll let you know when.” I crossed my arms and stayed seated until we arrived at my destination. ADAM

She realized that she had been staring and smiling at him too long and she tore away from his gaze. Oliver did the same too. They both looked away immediately, forming a serious interest in the play that was scheduled for the evening. A lot of people had already taken their table below, the restaurant always had a decent turnout during their play with their Hugh price tag for services. Zara pretended to be studying the brochures that contained the cast of the play. She refused to look at Oliver, who gazed at the stage below. The play was about to start as the lights on the grand stage became dim. The play was soon interrupted as music came from elsewhere in the restaurant. Heads turned below

she asked further. “Because I want the treasures, I'm your husband-to-be and I should be the one controlling our money and not you” he said, sweating profusely. Alessia's brows scrunched up on their own in disappointment. “I can see you're just being jealous. The safe box's contents are my father's family's treasure, something that is passed to every first born, I can't break the rule of giving it to an outsider” She spewed out without thinking twice.

She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “So yes, he still calls, but I don’t answer. Although he’ll never find anyone like me, there’s a bunch of guys like him walking the earth. I’m staring at two of them right now.” Jax nodded. “Then will you play with us?” Rhett tapped his thumb against his watch. “Mia, you must admit that your knowing about our game and disliking us, sort of raises the interest in our stakes. If one of us wins, it would make the impossible possible.”

Who knows, maybe he won against him long time ago. Even so, he still can't do it due to his pride. It is telling him that a win in a dirty game is not a reward but a curse. A curse telling him that no matter how best he did, he will just use trickery to win. Winning not square fair, it is but an act of a coward person. It is but an act of a foolish guy. It is but an act of a person who is afraid of loosing. No matter how best they are, no matter how good they have been, to win unjust is something that Lewis can't tolerate.

And she knows so well he thought she was taking some petty revenge when she showed the door. What can she say that she too learned to understand what people are thinking or at least what he is thinking after living with him for all those months. This is going to be a long journey. *Note* This is a Sequel to "Against The All Odds"... Must read the previous one before reading this as it contains important content related to this story...