Win You Over 소설 & 이야기

And somewhere deep down, I knew Lorraine was right. If I wanted to survive in this world – in his world – I needed to learn to play their game. Lorraine placed her cup down, her movements poised and final. “The best way to win them over,” she said at last, “is not by speaking. It’s by giving. Not too much, not too little. Make them believe they owe you – but never let them realize when they start to.” Her gaze drifted to the long row of golden boxes at the front of the room – the “charity donations.”

CHAPTER NINE MIMOSAS, AMEX BLACK CARD & NEW CARS What’s the best way to win a game, especially when you know your opponent already has the upper hand? You stay quiet. Stealthy. You make them believe they’ve got you exactly where they want you. You let them feel like they’re in control. That’s how you win. In my case, the edge Mark has over me, is the wealth and power his name holds.

That answer lands deeper than anything else tonight. Because it reframes everything. I was never their rival. I was their threat. And they adapted. Outlasted. Not with money. Not with intimidation. But with patience. The one weapon I underestimated. I look around the room again. This isn’t over. It can’t be.

I wanted them to get so obsessed they couldn’t do without me, and that’s exactly what happened. I won. I fucking won. But I’d let them believe they still called the shots. One day, I’d make them beg on their knees just to have a taste of me.

Five days after I saved my girlfriend from an unhinged, violent patient, the wound on my arm tore open and got infected again. I wanted her to drive me to the hospital, but she spared me a glance before refusing, citing the need to avoid her being seen treating family. Left with no choice, I took a cab to the hospital by myself. Dizzy and weak from a burning fever, I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs, injuring my foot in the fall. At that exact moment, my supposedly busy girlfriend, Stella Sloan, was gently supporting her young male intern and passing right by me to cut in line for emergency treatment. A nearby nurse quickly tried to smooth things over for her. “Dr. Sloan takes

"You should eat too. You worked hard proctoring today." "As long as you get first place in your grade, it's all worth it." Mom looked at Avery with nothing but warmth in her eyes. "Once your results are out, if you rank first, I'll grant you one wish. Go ahead. What do you want?" Avery tilted her head, thinking for a moment. "I want to go to Disneyland. All my classmates have been." "Alright, it's a deal. I'll take you next week." Mom agreed without hesitation, her smile widening as even the lines on her face softened.

Do not let someone overshadow you. You are the winner for me. Do not let your life get influenced by others. And choose wisely people to trust. Because I know someone is waiting for you to look into your eyes and fall in love with you over and over again." "Now you must realize that you have always been the winner. It's just the inner demons of your that won't let you believe in yourself."

Fuck. I glared at her evil manipulation. “Alright, fine. I like her, okay? Now, what do you want?” She chuckled. “I just wanted to hear you admit it, and you have. That’s all I wanted.” I stopped to stare at my feet bashfully. “Souhmcanyoutellmehowtoeffectivelywinherover?” This time she full-on burst into laughter. “Come again, please. And in mortal English this time, alright?”

“All you have to do is make me your Luna. This way, everyone will accept me. It’s a win-win.” What in the actual fuck?!

"Do I look like I need your handout?" "You will need it." Winnie was full of confidence. "What do you have now? You have lost everything... The only thing left is your identity as Mrs. Wood, right? It doesn't matter. I will get Mr. Wood to divorce you and completely dissolve your relationship!"