Novel & Cerita Playing To Win Read Online

And this time, he wasn’t playing by her rules. He was playing to win.

“ You play dirty, while I don't. You go about acting in ways that you think are perfect, while I don't. You stand in the courtroom without knowing a dime while I go through my cases, get my facts right, and I win every single part of it” I inched closer, gazing at him. “ Let's do this, let's play dirty. A life will be gone for the one you have killed, and ohhh Rivolty…” my hands dusted the tiny speck of dust on his suit. “ I hope you will be ready to lose what you hold the dearest the most because it would be bloody, and your own life in the process.”

"But if you want to win, you'll have to play by my rules." He stepped away from the bed, the mattress springing back into place with a sigh that seemed to echo my own. My eyes followed him, hunger and anger warring within me. "What game?" I managed to ask, my voice thick with unshed tears and lust. Cross turned to face me, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "The game of desire, cara," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "The dance of power and submission." I stumbled to my feet, fury and need warring within me. Before he could react, I grabbed his belt, pulling him back towards the bed. "You want to play games?" I challenged, my voice shaking. "Fine. But I play to win."

Chapter 11 In My Arms The atmosphere seemed quiet, only the sound of paper being seldom flipped broke the silence. "Mom, come on... help me." Sophie whined to the woman in front of her who was reading a tabloid. "I've told you since long ago that Beck is not good for you, I have repeatedly introduced you to the son of my clients who are much richer. But, you are blinded by love." "You introduced me to an old man," Sophie grumbled.

Even though I haven't read my dad's life narrative just yet, I already knew that there’s something sad behind his story. ‘‘This is not getting anywhere…’’ I said firmly, straightening my body up, taking a step closer to him. ‘‘We have to do this the traditional way. The one who wins gets to choose the book…’’ His brows furrowed. ‘‘Traditional way…?’’ ‘‘Yeah… let’s play rock, paper, scissors?’’ I challenged him with a smirk. ‘‘Cynthia… we're not in fucking kindergarten!’’ I glared at him. ‘‘This would be fun! C’mon!’’

Wynona had always been a tool, something Zach used to cover his love for Leah, to maintain a fragile illusion of balance. But in his heart, there was no balance. It had always been weighted in one direction. Some things couldn't be said, but both of them understood. What lay between them was a bloody mess of human sacrifice. The victors are kings, and the losers are cast aside. Zach won, but he lost too. Every year, he took a month to check on how she was doing. To see if his son had grown taller. Until his hair turned gray. On the day his son married, he held the microphone and shouted toward the man standing in the back, "Do you want my mom to wait until she's in the ground before you do a

Not yet. Not until I see him. Not until I read him. “You’ll find out when I get there,” I repeated. He exhaled softly, like he was slightly amused. “You always did like playing games,” he said. “And you always thought everything was a game,” I replied. “Maybe because it is,” he shot back. I didn’t respond immediately. This right here… This is exactly why I left. The constant need to win. To dominate. To twist everything into something else.

CHAPTER 2: The Leaked Videos. (Vincenzo’s POV) Last night, I was upstairs in the VIP lounge, nursing a glass of whiskey that had long since lost its burn. The lights were dim, the air saturated with perfume, lies, and secrets. The waitress had brought me my drink, but my mood was already poisoned. All I could think about was that girl... the one who dared to yell at me outside like I was some street rat. "Are you blind?" she’d said.

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.

Robert reads through the message and nods secretly. Peter sighs before he starts to play with Robert. He brings in the 1000 dollars while Robert bets 2000 dollars. The two of them plays and Peter ends up winning. Feeling very excited and happy about his win, he grows confident and decides to keep playing. They continue playing and playing and he keeps winning. Unknowing to him that Robert is just letting him win on purpose. It got to the point where other people starts to gather as they are all impressed by Peter's win.