The Fortune Game Novels & Stories

Still, he walked away with the entire payout, which was worth $750,000, and Jessica was already planning to celebrate with him at the fanciest restaurant in town. I could not hold back my feelings of injustice, so I confronted her. "Jessica, I'm giving you one last chance. Give me the $75,000 you owe me from the game’s payout. "Our son is still in the hospital waiting for his surgery! Don't force my hand!" She just laughed, ignoring the desperation in my eyes. "What can you do about it? The game is registered in my name now. Do you think you can take it from me?" Wayne hugged her and bragged to me, "Josh, you probably don't know yet, but Ms. Stewart agreed yesterday to name the game and the

Camila Collins' Point Of View The place was big, dimly lit, and totally away from the city. It was a perfect choice to execute my plan. Nothing could go wrong in that moment, nor in future events. Everything was thoroughly thought out, worked, and executed, so that nothing could hinder that move. After all, that wasn't a mere game of luck, but of strategy. Only the best and strongest players survived in the unequal jungle of that board game called real life. And I'd show that my entry in that game had only one goal: to win.

I suspiciously look at the contract before picking it up and slowly reading the clauses. The game? the contract is about his game? It is called Seduction, wait what? "what is the game called again?" I asked him in disbelief. "No questions until you read the whole thing" He's got to be kidding me, no question until I finish the dumb thing. What does he think of himself? I grab the paper tightly and continued reading the part. I can't do anything except waiting. In this game, each party has to seduce the other in an attempt to win the game. Whoever manages to seduce the most time will be the winner, the loser on the other hand has to do everything the winner demands.

And above all… do your best to speak only truth, or the Game will know. Lies are the currency of the damned. ] Farrah took a deep breath as she carefully read the rules. This was her lifeline after all. She had basically just died from the car accident, and she didn’t want to die again. If there was a chance of survival, she might as well cling to it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. This simply felt too unreal. “This is insane…” she whispered. “It’s a nightmare. It has to be.”

Prince Lucas smirked. At least she found him attractive. He had a shot. "That I'm in a strange building with a guy I don't know that well. Sounds like the start of a perfect crime documentary." Charlotte joked. He laughed. "I'm not going to kill you Charlotte. In fact, let's clear that... What do I call it? Let me let you know me better." She yawned and nodded. "This building is Carat Insurance-" "Carat?" She asked, looking a bit sleepy.

“I’ve spent the last few hours trying to trace who leaked the photos. My security team’s on it. So is my PI. However, we do not have the luxury of waiting at this very moment, which explains my presence here.” I folded my arms. “To what? Apologize?” “No,” he said simply. “To offer you a deal.” I blinked. “A what?” He took out his phone and handed it to me. I hesitated, then snatched it. The screen was already open to a headline. This one was worse than all the others. “Mystery Girl Lucy Frank: Struggling Actress or Billionaire’s Side Chick?”

The subject line alone made my heart stop. "Did you see this?!" My hands shook as I clicked on the link she sent. The page loaded, and there it was—a headline plastered across the top of one of those gossip sites that you’d swear only existed to ruin people’s lives: "Arthur Stone’s Marriage: A Business Deal?!"

Then, to his surprise, she smiled. “Fine,” she said simply. “But don’t expect me to beg for your favor, Alpha.” Gasps whispered through the crowd. Kieran felt something dark and primal twist inside him. The game had begun. And he had just made the biggest gamble of his life. --- Later That Night – Bloodmoon Manor The moon hung high over the estate as Kieran stood in his office, staring into the flames of the fireplace. He should have been satisfied. He had forced Selene into a corner, made her choose between exile and submission.

His eyes already bruised by a war he hadn’t yet fought. “He’s making a move,” I said before he could speak. He nodded. “The Armitage Bank called. Three of our shell corporations were transferred under new ownership. Eryx is bleeding us out, piece by piece.” “And we’re bleeding quietly,” I murmured. “No,” Lucien said, voice like smoke. “We’re gathering fire.” He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Are you ready to play your move?” I looked up at him, the man I married not for love but for war, and somehow ended up craving both from. “Checkmate only matters when it ends the game.”

Just the meticulously crafted European garden at the entrance hinted at the Sinclair family's extravagance. Though she knew Elijah was wealthy, the further they ventured inside, the harder it became to suppress her astonishment. How rich was he, really? Or rather, how vast was the Sinclair family's fortune? With each step, her unease grew. Finally, near a small fountain, she couldn't hold back anymore. Tugging lightly on Elijah's sleeve, she asked cautiously, "Eli, are you really sure about the wedding tomorrow?" Elijah glanced at her. "Planning to back out? Everyone here is my family. Now that you're inside, there's no escape!"