Stacking The Deck นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Linda was not counting on Frank to understand anyway—he could hold his liquor, but he would not know much about drinking games since he did not work in PR. "Someone brought two decks of cards!" As Nora soon returned with two decks of playing cards, Linda shuffled them masterfully before saying, "Well, I'll be the dealer for the first round!" "Sure." Frank shrugged. Linda quickly distributed three cards to everyone, and seeing that was a third of all the cards, Frank understood why there were two decks.

She countered with a perfectly placed red queen, opening a new discard sequence. The game reached its climax. With one card away from victory, I hesitated. A single queen remained in my hand, the key to clearing my tableau. I glanced at Sandra, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her discard pile lay bare, victory was seemingly within my grasp. But something in the way her frail hand gripped the cards, the way her breath hitched with each discarded card, made me pause. With a sigh, I discarded a random card, breaking my winning sequence.

‎And within seconds—He was gone. ‎I stood there. ‎Still. ‎The sound of passing cars returned. ‎The heat settled back against my skin. ‎But something had shifted. ‎Slowly, I looked down at my hands. ‎Cash in one. ‎A card in the other. ‎For a moment, I simply stared. ‎No one had ever refused me before. ‎Not like that. ‎Especially not money. ‎I lifted the card slightly, bringing it closer. ‎Clean. ‎Simple.

She had three kings, a seven and an eight, so she could make it. Jacky frowned. If this was all an act, then it was a very strange one indeed! When he drew his cards, he found he almost had a full house. Deanna looked around and saw the other two looking very quiet. She didn't care. She said, "I'm going for a full house." The three people on the opposite side were stunned for a moment. They looked at the cards on the table, and then at the cards in their hands. There was already a seven in the discard pile.

Finally, she nodded toward the deck. ​ “So, do I pick a card?” She asked. Ava still wasn’t sure she understood exactly what she was getting herself into, but she felt that she’d been drawn here for a reason, and that counted for something. ​ Marnie grinned, “You’ll pick several. But first, cut the deck with your left hand.” ​ Ava did so, taking the top half of the deck and setting it aside before topping it with the bottom half. “Now what?”

"And then we have your question about whether one day you will find someone better than your ex... "Izabel shuffled another deck and faster than before, removed five cards and formed the star, sliding her fingers over the drawings. "First I want you to know that this is the Roma granny's deck... It brings the truths that our loved ones know... It's a little deeper reading, but I'll take a card from the witches' deck when I finish this one.” "It's okay," I replied, truly afraid.

The tension between us thickened, but just as he gathered his chips, I caught something—a flicker of his sleeve, the subtle way he switched cards. He was cheating. I smirked. Two can play that game. With precise movements, I shuffled the deck, counted the cards, and arranged my hand accordingly, sliding cards beneath the table with a subtle flick of my wrist. Lars might've been good, but I was the king of dirty dealing. "All in," I declared, shoving my entire stack—two hundred fifty million—into the center. Lars whistled, leaning back in his chair. "Ballsy move. You sure you're not going to regret it?"