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Carson whispered and winked while relaxing back on his chair. No doubt he was a player, he also didn't believe in love like people usually say. And most girls fall at his feet because he was handsome, rich, and hot. And there was another player of the year, his best friend, who is also his partner in crime. “Hey, what do you intend to do today? There is this new girl I saw at the club. Damn! She is fucking hot.” Owen praised, while demonstrating her figure with his hand, and Carson chuckled.

He doesn't know that he is a mouse walking towards trap and I'm the cheese and the trap technically speaking. I know what I need to do, even though just the thought brings bile up my throat. I'm not gonna the lie, the prince is rather hot. With his dark black hair, tanned skin and a toned stomach. His dark curly hair thta falls perfectly over his face, he is far from ugly but all that is just a mask of the sinister childlike human that lies beneath but if I'm going to get free I'm going to have to use his manly urges against him. He doesn't seem like someone who is good at controlling his lust and I plan to use that against him.

“Do you want to win? Or do you want to keep playing the victim?” I slammed my glass onto the table. The sound echoed through the room. And when I spoke, my voice was steel. “I want to win.” *** to be continued… *** Hey, awesome readers! Thanks for sticking with me through Once a Fool, Now a Queen! I hope you’ve loved the drama, the twists, and all the swoon-worthy moments as much as I loved writing them. If you’re enjoying the story, don’t forget to add it to your library and keep reading—there’s more to come! Your support seriously means the world, and I’d love to hear what you think.

I'll have to beat him at his own game first. I shouldn't have fallen for his charms, but this man won't stop surprising me. He's like a fucking onion, and the more I peel the more layers I see. And damn it, if each layer doesn't have its own secret. Whatever game this is, whatever filthy game we're playing, a part of me tells me the more I play, the more I'm likely to lose. But as Monique says, sometimes even losing can be pleasurable. But what about winning?

**He taught her to live without him** Ann once believed marriage meant having someone who would stand beside her when life became difficult. She was wrong. After becoming a mother, working in her husband's company, caring for her children, and living under the expectations of her in-laws, Ann slowly became exhausted. Her once-gentle personality changed. She became impatient, emotional, and occasionally sharp with her husband, Daniel. Daniel saw only one thing. Disrespect. Instead of asking why his wife had changed, he decided to teach her a lesson. His method? Bringing his beautiful ex-girlfriend, Olivia, into their home. Olivia arrives pretending to be

Luna wants to play games, then I play along, and I play to win. “Get ready, Elodie… the game has begun and only one of us shall reign supreme.”

It was a small victory, but in a house where they held all the cards, I’d take what I could get. As Harris refilled my glass, I leaned back in my chair, letting the wine warm my throat. My hand throbbed, the cut stinging with every movement, but I didn’t care. Pain was nothing compared to the satisfaction of knocking Darius down a peg. Let them think they were winning. Let them believe they had me cornered. I’d play their game for now, but they had no idea what I was capable of.

"Cassian, move. I’m not going to tell you again." Cassian laughed. It was a dry, hollow sound. "Or what? You'll tell my father? My father owns the police force in this town, Maxwell. You’re a Thorne. Your name is trash now." I looked at the desk. There was a heavy glass award, a trophy for 'Academic Excellence.' It felt like a joke. I didn't think so. I didn't plan. I just acted. I grabbed the trophy and flung it at the large window behind Cassian.

I walked past her calmly. I didn't stop or even glance at her. The sound of my shoes echoed across the polished marble floor, steady and clear as I walked farther away. Her figure, along with the magazine in her hand, remained behind in the shadow of the bright city lights. The floating comments kept scrolling. [Now this is a real male power-fantasy story!] [All that distance he walked, and he never once looked back.] [The real story of his life is only just beginning!]

It was a dangerous game we were all playing, and the lines between trust and deception were blurred. The following morning, a sense of unease still hung in the air. The events of the previous night had cast a shadow over the club, and I couldn't ignore the weight of the world I had chosen to inhabit. The VIP storage room was locked and secure, its secrets concealed within, and I hoped it would remain that way.