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"Wren tucked this inside the divorce papers. Read it." Declan took it with trembling hands. It was a pregnancy test report, and the diagnosis printed across it read, ‘miscarriage’.

My grip on the wheel tightened until it squealed under my palms. My jaw was clenched so tight it hurt. I could feel the muscle twitching in my cheek, veins popping up the side of my forehead as my face went red. I didn't like my prey being stolen. I slammed my palm against the wheel, the avoid the horn. "He's mine." I snarled it at nobody, at the road, at the sunset. "Dante is mine. Bianca is mine. This game? Mine." I could almost see the faceless bastards in suits, sitting smug somewhere, already toasting to their success, already drawing up plans to take credit for the kill.

“If you react, I win. If you don’t react, you win.” She narrowed her eyes. “Meaning?” “Meaning,” he leaned closer, his lips grazing her ear, “When I touch you, you shouldn’t make a sound. If you moan, I win. And I’m pretty sure your body reacts to my every touch.” His smirk widened, his confidence radiating like a challenge he was certain she would lose. Her heart pounded furiously in her chest. ‘What kind of twisted game is this? And how the hell am I supposed to win?’

“This next one? He was supposed to throw it. But now? I can’t have him do that, can I? No, I have to let him win this time, fix the odds, make sure the losses are timed just right.” That’s how this works. It’s not just about throwing games. It’s about when you lose, when you win, how it all falls into place. The bets, the money, the power that comes from controlling the game itself. “Guess that means I’m losing the next one.” I laugh, stretching my arms above my head. “About time, honestly. Felt weird as fuck winning.” His eyes roll, but I don’t care. I’m being serious. Winning has never been the reason I play. I’m fine losing. It’s fun, honestly. Especially when I lose to Kade.

Pim replied. They turned and disappeared into the trees, two ghosts in the dark, leaving behind the house and the life they had tried to build. The forest swallowed them whole, but as they ran, Pim could still feel it—the phantom vibration of the system, somewhere deep in the world, waiting for them to make their next mistake. The game wasn't over. It had just changed the rules. And for the first time, Pim understood that the only way to win was not to burn the ledger, but to become the fire that consumed the entire board, one player at a time. She grabbed Chalida’s hand, her grip tight and absolute.

“This isn’t a game you can win.” “I don’t play to win,” I replied. “I play to take control.” “That’s the same thing.” “No,” I said. “Winning is temporary. Control lasts.” She studied me for a second longer. Then— “You’re wrong.” “Prove it.” Another pause. Then she moved. Not away. Closer. Again. Close enough that I could see every detail. Every controlled breath. Every unreadable thought behind her eyes. “You want control?” she said softly. “Then here’s the truth.”

he answered. “Good, because I play to win,” I added. A few of the men chuckled, but Takeshi? His smirk faltered. He had recognized me. The game started. I let him win at first, making him believe I was easy pickings. He got cocky, leaning back, with the whiskey sloshing in his glass, his smirk curling wider with every hand he won. The other men laughed and cheered until I decided to play again. This time he trapped me in a high-stakes play, his lips curling in satisfaction as he shoved all his chips forward.

I took a deep breath. "FIFA 2020" "Can I play? I bet I can beat you," she said pointing a finger at me. I scoffed. "Sweetheart, this game is for men." "I play with Russell all the time, and I always win" "Because he let you" "Well, if you're not afraid of being a loser, play against me. If I win, you give me a hundred dollars cash. If you win-" "I'll give two hundred dollars if you beat me. If I beat you, you'll wash the royal feet with your favorite shirt for a whole month, and massages"

And sadly, his name isn't Gooney. I freeze, not moving my position, my phone poised with both my hands hovering above the table. Like I'm in the animal kingdom, I play dumb so not to alert any of the testosterone-throwing men that I'm still here. It seems like the safest course of action. The only part of my body that changes is my heart trying to beat out of my chest and my thumb as I scroll across my phone screen. No one notices either of those things. "See, Gambo, that's where you still don't get it. Winning is all about what you consider the prize, and I plan to walk out with mine."

Then he himself will be either killed or forever exiled from his family. Things aren’t meant to be like this. Then, he opens his eyes. And pulls the trigger. --- SOoooooo the book is finished! This was Part I of the Games We Play series; ACT I: Awakening. I will post information about the second part, which will be a separate story, in the next chapter tomorrow, and then some links where you can get the ebook/paperback if you'd like on a****n the day after that! thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed :)