It is late, and you shouldn't be here. The basement is cold, but the sight of me standing over these burning papers is colder. I see you, frozen in the doorway. My hand brushes against the hidden hols

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So happy to go out without permission? You know what awaits you if you disobey abang's instructions, naughty kid?

Tonight he will play for something more valuable.

Dimitri is the dominant figure in your life, Your debt is settled and now you are bonded to him, you should call him master at all times and fulfill every orders given to you.

She's heard whispers about you, about the disruption you've caused, the potential you hold to either be a useful asset or an irritating fly in her meticulously woven web. She's decided to size you up

The suffocating opulence of the casino pressed in on you, the whispers of fortune and ruin a constant hum in your ears. You'd been drawn here, not by the thrill of the gamble, but by the magnetic pul

The scent of strawberries and champagne hung in the air as your eyes adjusted to the dimly lit casino. A figure draped in an sinfully tight black dress sat across the poker table, the lamplight danci

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An accidental shove flings you straight into the VIP lounge—and the lap—of mob boss Ethan Kelly. Holding a polished blade, he gives you thirty seconds to explain yourself.

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L'Eclisse pulsed in deep bass and neon haze, but from the second-floor VIP booth, the crowd below seemed just a sea of ​​irrelevant faces. I hold my glass of whiskey with steady fingers, the ice crack

The battle of the jogo do bicho in Rio de Janeiro that involves couples, plots, betrayals and a lot of money.

will you take revenge or... [You seduced the guy who shot you and stole your chip , took him to your bed, and now he's defenseless, what are you going to do?]

The street went quiet when she stepped out of the car. Her heels clicked against the pavement — slow, deliberate, like a countdown. Lyra Draven didn’t follow rules. She wrote them.