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That zero is yours, Evelyn - not mine! I wrenched free of her grip. "You say that as though seven points are something to be proud of." She completely lost control, grabbed the nearest object, and hurled it at me. "You bitch! Julian won't even speak to me because of you! "He's mine! You'll never take him away from me!" I shoved her to the floor and looked down at her. "Are you still dreaming? Draper Holdings stands behind me. "The Kaplans' and Prescotts' pathetic scraps aren't worth my attention."

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

That's what a gambler does. "And I don't like to gamble. I never put the person I care about on the table." As his words ended, applause broke out. One by one, industry guests rose to their feet. Even the women who once whispered about me at the alumni gala looked down in shame. Edward stood pale and trembling, still being held in place. His glare, however, was full of fury. I looked up at Nathan. He bent toward me and whispered, "You don't have to say a thing today. I'll speak for you."

“If you’re ready, please swipe your card here. We can begin processing.” Two hundred million. I handed her my first card. A beat passed. Then: “Declined. Mrs. Alden, do you have another one?” The room broke into laughter. “Thorne,” someone cackled, “did you forget to give your little wife her allowance this month?” “She’s betting like a queen and doesn’t even have a dime.” “If you gamble without money, the rule is simple,” another man jeered. “You sell yourself.” “For two hundred million? I wouldn’t pay a thousand for that bitch. Still too expensive.”

She set it on the edge of his desk, careful not to touch the wires. “You spend too much time in here,” she murmured. Her eyes swept over the glowing screens, the numbers on his notebooks. “Don’t forget you’re still a boy, Leo.” He looked away, throat tight. She left without another word. The smell of food lingered, but he didn’t touch it. Her words did. Still a boy. He hated how they echoed. He wasn’t just a boy. He was building something. The Final Match — Gambit The bracket shrank to two: Hex vs. SilverFang.

MIA'S POV "What?" I blurted in awe I wasn't expecting to hear that from him. Denver looked unbothered by the shock in my voice as he continued stabbing aggressively on the keyboard of the BrailleNote Apex Machine in front of him. "Denver! The Chief Operations Officer? That's insane man. She doesn't even know much about the company" Tyler bellowed, clearly irritated by Denver's decision. This made Denver stop abruptly. “Are you forgetting your marriage is simply based on a contract that will come to an end in a few years? What are you saying, man?”

He turned to glance at its title. Seven most painful ways to die. Kevin’s face contorted at the sight of the cover page. What the hell is Cedric doing with books like this? Kevin noticed a little drawer close beside the table where he stood. He observed a ring placed on top of it. Reaching for the drawer, he picked up the ring and examined it. It felt familiar in his grip.

We had been drawn into this treacherous game, manipulated like pawns on a chessboard, and now we had to outsmart our opponent and reclaim our freedom. Our rival, Nathaniel Ashford, a man known for his ruthless tactics and insatiable thirst for power, had lured us into this high-stakes gamble. With a sinister smile and a glint of triumph in his eyes, he had convinced me that the only way to protect Ethan's empire was to engage in this dangerous game of chance.

the Auditor whispered, the glass spire around them beginning to crack, "it cannot be recycled. To recycle it would be to lose a potential path of evolution that the Auditor cannot forecast." "Exactly," Leo said. "We are the Gambit. You can't delete the game until you know how it ends. And even we don't know the ending yet." The Verdict of the Void The white stillness began to recede. The "Trial Floor" dissolved, returning Leo and the others to the observation deck of the Cotopaxi Anchor. The Auditor didn't say "You are saved." It didn't say "You are worthy." Instead, a single, final thought echoed through the Trinity-Core: "The Case is Deferred. Prove the value of the Noise."

"Let me burn it for you, so you can stop dreaming about money that never existed." One by one, I tossed in his military manuals, letters, and then his clothes into the fire. The flames caught and climbed. Josh instinctively stepped forward to stop me, but hesitated—his face turning pitch-black—as he forced himself to stay still. Finally, I picked up the gifts he'd given me over the years and tossed them into the heart of the fire. "Riley!" he burst out, a strangled sound. "Those were from Josh! How could you?"