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Dante had kept his tone aloof and cool, but the way Oswald narrowed his eyes told him that he was seeing more than Dante wanted him to. "Speaking of Freya, you might want to come to see what she and Wyatt set up." "Set up?" "On the computer. Come see." Minutes later, many of the pack were crowded into Wyatt's bedroom as he showed them their pack web and explained everything about how it worked and how it would benefit the pack. He then showed the others how to use it and introduced them to the public blog for their pack. "Well, what do you think?" asked Wyatt. "This was your idea?" Dante asked Freya, impressed.

I rolled my eyes, "I don't believe you, jerk. You're powerless." He rushed forward, hands wrapping around my throat. He bared his teeth at me, "I showed you the videos, and trust me, I have copies. So unless you want me to share our sex tape to your new husband and every bloody person in the mafia, you'll do as I say." Holy shit. "And we both know what Roman will do to you once he finds out you're not the innocent bride he was promised." I shrugged his hands off me, glaring at him, "Fine, I'll play your stupid games." I tried to act unaffected on the outside, but on the inside my stomach was tumbling.

I tried to explain, but his movement cut off my words. With one arm now wrapped around my back, he pulls his hand away from my chest, makes his way between my legs, and rubs over the thin silk fabric of my panties. “Fuck,” I cried, and bit my lips together. This shouldn't be happening. Why am I allowing this to happen? He has never even flirted with me, he has been nothing but hateful towards me, and now all of a sudden, his pushing me up against bathroom counters, and picking me up and placing me on dresser, all because of this twisted game they are playing with me.

“You expect me to believe you didn’t know?” Sienna frowned. “Know what?” His gaze flicked over her face, searching, measuring. Then, just as quickly, it hardened. “Don’t play dumb.” He let go of her wrist, stepping back, but somehow, that only made her chest tighten further. The air between them pulsed like the pull of gravity bending it to its will. Alessandro exhaled a quiet laugh—dark, humorless. “So that’s your game?” Sienna narrowed her eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

"Tell me who sent you here. I will not do anything to you. I will not hurt you just tell me the truth. Tell me why you look like my wife." My heart clenched when I heard something in his voice. He sounded... begging. I swallowed hard. I wanted to remain strong infront of him. "I am probably her long lost twin sister." I do not know if I am making any sense but do I have to be? No. I do not. It is better for me to be nonsense. Greval is smarter than what I have expected him to be. He will try to twist my mind by his words. He can able to make me admit without me even realizing it. And that is the reason why he is the most cruel Don. He knows how to play games without you even knowing that you

“Trust you? How am I supposed to do that when everytime I've trusted you, its come back to haunt me.” Alex stepped closer. The light glowing from the chandelier above caught the conflicted expression on his face. “I’m asking you to trust me now, not as the cold, calculate businessman you're familiar wit but as a man who's done pretending.” Leah let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Pretending? You've mastered that so good that you had me believing I was nothing more than a pawn in some twisted games.” Her eyes shimmered with emotions swirling behind them. “And maybe I was.”

OLIVIA The whole class is buzzing with everybody doing their own thing, but that won't distract me from my reading. I'm on page 57 of Rhys and Bridget's love story in Twisted Games - my all-time favorite book. I've lost count of how many times I've read it; I'm drawn to it again, ready to dive back into the world of twisted games and its characters. My gaze drifts up, scanning the room. That's when I see him - Nathan. He stands by the entrance of the class, his eyes scanning every moment as if searching for someone. I quickly duck my head and try to pretend like I am reading the book right now.

Alex’s script. “Read this, and sign”. He said, handing me a paper, ignoring the question i asked. I opened the papers. It read; This Marriage Contract Agreement is made on this day between OLIVIA SUMMERS AND ALEX WILSON Party A, ALEX WILSON will be referred to as “Husband.” Party B, OLIVIA SUMMERS will be referred to as “Wife.” 1. Purpose The Parties agree to enter into a marriage of convenience for personal, financial, and/or social reasons, with clear terms and conditions as set forth below.

Biting when he himself is already on the edge as well. He looked up to see Erin still panting, she still had her legs spread while laying on the couch. "On all fours." Ajax commanded Erin to open her eyes. "I-I thought you won't—ahh!" Erin whimpered when a finger touched her. "On your knees. Now." ----- "Ah! I lost again!" Erin whined when her character died. Damian wails his hands in the air, celebrating his win. "Well. I've got a gold in this game, it wasn't a hoax in advance." Damian showing off.

He crossed his arms and rested his elbow on the armchair, his palm supporting his tilted head as if he were assessing the children. “Tales,” Raja called out, indicating he was scared. “I know,” was all Tales could mutter as he didn’t look away from the man’s face. He stared at it as if engraving the man’s face into his memory. He clenched his teeth. The man smirked darkly and stood at the center of the mezzanine. “Welcome to Twilight Organization. I am happy and excited that some of you will be part of our family,” said the twisted man.