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The kind of piece that doesn’t wait to be protected—it cuts sideways, backward, and through the bones of lazy kings. And here I was. The pawn. The bait. Never mind his sweet talk, his hot body, his worried eyes. His eyes of professional liar. They all think I am a piece of cheese in their carefully placed trap. That I’d squeak, shake, maybe cry a little—then curl up like good girls do when the fire gets close. Even the big guy, with his stormy silences and his careful large hands. Especially him. I stared at the paper until the letters blurred in my tears. The moonlight dripped down my back like a cold finger of Elky Jennings tracing my spine before the execution.

It was not the way I expect it to be. The sweet revenge turned into something tragic. I hurt an innocent man. I hurt both innocent men that I loved so much. When I realized I was wrong, it is too late. How can I ever take back all the hurt that I caused them? Even my own mother was hurt because of all the things that I have done.

On the day I started the job, the offer letter in my hand told a different story than the one I'd been promised. A million dollars a year had turned into three thousand dollars a month, printed in black and white. I looked up. "This isn't what we agreed on." The HR rep just smiled. "Ease into it first. We'll talk about a raise once you're off probation." I picked up the pen and signed. On the day of the signing ceremony, Mr. Pyatt was riding high. He turned to his assistant. "Has the money from the co-investment funds cleared yet?" I slid the offer letter, the one with "$3,000 a month" printed on it, gently across the table until it sat in the middle. "Mr. Pyatt, that $970,000 you save

I yowl as quietly as I can from my still hidden place in the shrubbery. “You’d never do that to my future husband,” the little imp dares to taunt back. Chapter 1:3 Stalkers and Retarded Penguins

"Don't make me punch you. Again." He walked away. Which was good, because had he stayed any longer, he'd have seen the sweat pooling around my temples, the tremors that wracked my body, and the twitching hand. With a curse, I stomped back into the pantry, grabbed an entire bag of marshmallows, and dug in. END OF BOOK ONE: CAPTURE

– She smiled sheepishly at him, while her fingers ran through the intricate lines of silver and precious stones on the band on her left hand, still not able to believe that this man was really her husband. - And never will again. – Logan solemnly promised, pressing her affectionately against his chest – But I'm glad to know that they no longer occupy an important part of your mind. In fact, I think this is the best revenge we could get: - he opened a huge, satisfied and malicious smile - The fact that they no longer have any power over you.

The first chapter sets the tone: Tshepo’s secret gambling problem begins to intertwine with family tensions, creating ripples that will affect everyone. Chapter 1 – Tshepo’s Gamble (Expanded) Tshepo sat at the edge of the small table in his apartment, the weight of another week’s losses pressing down on him. The cards lay scattered, remnants of the late-night gambling sessions he’d promised himself would end “just this once.” The numbers on the receipt from the betting shop seemed to mock him: debts he couldn’t ignore, lies he couldn’t untangle, and a future that felt increasingly unstable.

I will not leave without him. The Rift laughed, and the air around me shivered. "Do you believe you can steal from me? You are a foolish girl. "He's mine now." "No!" I took a step forward and yelled. The symbol on my wrist flashed, a silver light shining through the darkness. "He is not yours." "He is mine." The Rift recoiled slightly, and for a brief moment, I believed I had triumphed. But suddenly it pushed forward, its shadows crushing on me like a tidal wave. I was pushed back, smashing against the ground.

Kaelen gently took the pup from my hands and rubbed it against his chest. “That’s fine! Look how plump and healthy it is. Once it awakens, it’ll be adorable.” “You don’t understand! I lost!” My emotions spilled over. Memories of all the humiliation from my past life came crashing back, and I couldn’t hold back the tears. Kaelen pulled me into his arms, letting me cry while patting my back softly. “What about Chloe?” I sniffled. “She had a golden pup with glowing fur, the first ever in Alliance history.” My tears fell even harder.

"It’s the first strike. We march on the Vanguard Depot tonight. Let's go show my aunt that the Viper isn't just a symbol." He stopped at the door, looking back at the rising sun one last time. "Let's show her that we bite." End of Chapter 42