Chapter 6: Luckiest Whore that Zack has Chosen

The guests’ heads turned to a woman who looked noble with a stunning V-neck, A-line, purple-colored gown. Her direction was straight to Yuna, who did nothing but eat peacefully. Despite her evident distress, she moved like a swan, dragging her lovely gown. Everyone was surprised by what she did impulsively as she reached Yuna’s table. *Swoosh* The wine dripped onto …

Chapter 5: Fate of Choice

“Please give me a hint as to how dangerous my circumstance is right now.” ‘The main problem is the risk I have to go through as his wife, and being a pawn depends on his number of enemies.’ Yuna had to look at the threat she was facing. “Zack and his relatives’ relationship isn’t good, to the extent that they …

Chapter 4: Deadman Tell No Tales

Victor watched with a barely concealed grin as Zack’s face contorted with frustration and disbelief. He had seen Zack confront ruthless adversaries, face lethal threats, and emerge unscathed. But it seemed that this charming, seemingly harmless girl was the latest twist in Zack’s ever-complicated narrative. “When some wretched animal tried to scratch and tangle you, the only way for the …

Chapter 3: The Prize Worth taking a Life Risk

Yuna was abruptly pulled outside the bar, where a sleek, luxurious car was waiting. Rather than resisting, she went with it, her movements fluid and unhurried. The distinct intuition guided her: a sharp sense of imminent danger, driven by the feeling that Mr. Greg’s spy was lurking nearby, ready to seize an opportunity. As the car moved on, the three …

Chapter 2: Liar, Liar

Two Years Ago Shhka-shhka-shhk. Click! The abandoned warehouse looms in a shroud of decay and neglect. Once gleaming steel and glass have dulled under years of grime. The air was thick with the mustiness of mold and stale tobacco smoke. In the center of the warehouse, a solitary wooden table commands attention. Its surface, scarred and scratched from years of …

Chapter 1: The Power of the Powerless Gambler

“You must have misread my instruction, Julie. I ordered you to wear a thin, short white silk nightgown. No, not the lousy Grandma outfit.”He cast her a sidelong glance as he slowly sipped his wine. His deep voice and expression conveyed disappointment.The faint scent of polished wood from the piano and furniture mingling with the pleasant, buttery smell of freshly …