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Maybe he had always been a bit of a gambler, but back when he had the Cunningham fortune to back him up, losing a few hundred thousand was just a drop in the bucket. However, he had hit rock bottom, gambling away even his own body parts before the harsh truth hit him like a freight train. However, by then, it was too late. Hunted by casino thugs, broke, and powerless, he did not even know where his next meal would come from. Jeff had swallowed his pride and begged Wynnie for help, but he knew her well—she had no room in her heart for liars and traitors. Love could save, but hate could kill.

"Someone like her is fated to be a garbage picker. And she wants to marry me? Dream on!" "There's no way I'd fall for her! Are you kidding me?! Or do you brats have hots for tramps?!" Andy's smile stiffened, a chill running down his spine. The recording continued for another ten minutes despite him yelling for someone to turn it off, while also staying on his knees, begging me to not believe any of it. But why shouldn't I? The evidence was right there. I wasn't sure if he was panicking from being exposed or terrified that I would leave him, but he kept watching me nervously, and I stayed silent and listened to him try to defend him even as the recording finished.

Business being what it was, I ran into my old boss, Jett Parker. Caden was on fire, snagging deals right from Jett's grasp. Jett was ticked off and started aiming for our little startup. To cool things down, I had to play peacemaker. Jett had one condition. He pointed to a bottle and said, "Down this, and I'll back off." We were the underdog to his giant—no contest. Caden's dream was on the line, and I was not about to watch it crumble. So, I downed that bottle.

I nodded, my throat tight with both fear and victory. The phone was cheap, disposable, but to me it was priceless. I sank onto the bed, fingers flying over the screen. I couldn’t risk plain words. King’s men would read everything. So I wrote in code. A story only Liam would know. I reminded him of that night on his balcony, when I told him about the old chess set my mother gave me, and how he taught me that the queen was the most dangerous piece on the board because no one expected her to move so freely. He called it the Queen’s Gambit.

But then again, so did House Six. “The Third Semester: Power Consolidation.” Whitmore’s gaze darkened. “This is where war begins.” A hum of excitement swept the room. “The Kingmaker’s Gambit will challenge your ability to dominate an industry. The Phantom’s Hunt—a game of deception and elimination. And The Court of Thorns, where only one can rule amidst sabotage and betrayal.” It was as if a storm had settled over the hall. The anticipation was palpable. And then—her final words. “The Fourth Semester: The Final Reckoning.”

I stepped forward and pulled Claudia into my arms, letting her cry. "Henry... What should I do? I've lost everything! My mom is gone, and now the house is gone too. "Please, don't leave me. Don't leave me again, okay?" Claudia clung to me desperately, her cries echoing throughout the police station. However, I could not make her any promises. Not anymore. … The hit-and-run and fraud cases were exposed simultaneously. Nolan did not even get the chance to defend himself. "This guy has been racking up massive gambling debts in another city. He came back this time just to find a scapegoat," the officer explained.

he points to a crowd of people huddled in the corner, and I find myself trying to decipher if that was who had come into the hall the same time my wolf had begun the meltdown he was stll continuing. “I don’t know. Maybe.” Gabriel smirked, and it was clear to see that the cheerful and funny guy was back. Any anger and irritation that had been present within him had soon dissipated once I had explained what was going on. This guy was true legend. “This is for your mate!” he playfully flicked at my ear. “You do all you can to know! I think I have an idea. Two seconds…” he winked at Manuel, intriguing me what he was talking about.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

someone from behind me raised up his, as he speak "$32,000" I turn seeing him, an handsome young man, he did same too as other "Any other person?" Mr Sabastian ask his audience as no one speak further "Sold for $32,000 dollars" he added The audience did clap as the bookshelf moved out the stage, I did stare at him as his face seems like my dream man from my nightmare the Greek god, he smiled as he seems pleased to have won the bet, I stare in wonder Joanna stare at me as her eyes wandered off tracing who I did seems focus on.

“Sir York, every single Great Gambler is hand-picked by our family. “Not only are they skillful when it comes to gambling and luck, but they’re also extremely loyal to the family. “We treat them very well. They live pretty lavish lives with lots of bodyguards keeping them safe. “These people would never betray the family under these circumstances.” Harvey nodded lightly. “Your Great Gamblers might not have betrayed you before, and they might not betray you in the future, but that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t betray you now.” Fabian froze. “What do you mean?” Harvey stared at the eyes of the middle-aged man. “Have you paid attention to his sluggish eyes? He seems like a person who just woke up,