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Chapter 109: Dinner with the Devil
Peter stood frozen, his mind tangled in knots he couldn’t untie. This wasn’t part of any strategy he had prepared for. No amount of observation, analysis, or deduction could have predicted this. Not Naomi offering up her life on a contract. Not Viktor bidding half a trillion euros. And definitely not Naomi accepting it. He glanced toward her. Naomi was still standing in the center of the stage, back straight, chin tilted with what looked like confidence—but Peter saw the tremor in her fingers, the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Was she scared? Proud? Broken? He couldn’t tell. She turned to Viktor, her lips curving into a smile—one that was impossible to decode. It hovered somewhere between defiance and surrender. Between the smirk of a wild card and the sad grin of someone already halfway gone. “So…” she said softly, eyes locked on Viktor. “I guess you're the highest bidder.” Viktor chuckled under his breath, casual and cruel, his hands in his pockets like none of thi
Chapter 108: The Wild Card
The chips hit the dealer’s tray one after another with a chilling finality. One. Ten. Dozens. Hundreds. And with that, the game was done. Every single chip—the entire 80 billion—was swept from Naomi’s side of the table and placed into Viktor’s waiting hands. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t gloat. Just stood there, stoic, his cold fingers curling over the mountain of victory like a predator reclaiming territory. The room filled with murmurs—quiet, awkward, hesitant. No applause. No cheers. Just the stunned silence of an audience who’d been building toward a storm and instead got rain. The energy that had once crackled in the air fizzled out like a spark drowned in water. Even Grant sat frozen in his seat, mouth slightly open, eyes scanning for something—anything—to make sense of the disappointment. Logan sighed. Katherina crossed her arms, her brows furrowed. What an anticlimax. That was the unspoken consensus among the crowd. After all the tension, after all the heart-racing roun
Chapter 107: Shards
A few minutes earlier—right after forfeiting the round—Naomi had bolted out of the hall and into the restroom, her heels echoing like gunshots down the corridor. The moment the door shut behind her, the weight of everything came crashing in.Her chest tightened. Her head spun. Her thoughts collided like cars on a freeway, no direction, no control. She staggered toward the sink, clutching its edge with white-knuckled desperation.What the hell am I doing?What the hell is Peter doing to me?She could barely think straight. Her heart was racing, her mind unraveling. The image of Peter—those cold, searching eyes that seemed to peer directly into her soul—clung to her like a parasite. Why was it so hard to follow Viktor's orders this time? She'd obeyed him without question in the past. She'd surrendered her will to his control because it felt safer than being lost.So why couldn’t she do it now?“WHY?!” she screamed, a raw, guttural cry that ricocheted off the walls.She dug her fingers i
Chapter 106: The Fracture
What the hell? She has to be joking… right? Why the hell would she do that?Peter couldn’t believe his ears. For a split second, his brain refused to register the words that had just been spoken. The arena, too, reacted with matching disbelief—like a hive kicked at its core.The crowd erupted.“No way—”“She’s bluffing!”“Did she just—?”“No. No, that can’t be right!”Gasps cracked through the tension like thunder. Confused murmurs turned to stunned exclamations. The very air in the room grew tight, like it didn’t know how to breathe anymore.“Naomi!!!” Viktor’s voice boomed with a mixture of rage and disbelief. His composure—always pristine, always absolute—was shattered like glass under a hammer. “What is the meaning of this?!”But Naomi remained still.Still, and silent.And somehow, that silence was louder than the uproar. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t defend herself. Didn’t explain. That made it worse. That made it real.The betrayal wasn’t just strategic—it was personal.Even Peter,
Chapter 105: Weaker hand
Gasps rippled through the crowd like a sudden gust of wind.“Weaker hand?”“Is he insane?”“Who the hell bets one chip and chooses weak?”But Peter didn’t flinch.He wasn’t playing for approval. Not anymore.He kept his eyes on Viktor.That one twitch — the faintest shift in posture — was all he needed.He’d seen it in Naomi once, too. That subtle crack in the armor. That brief moment of calculation derailed by unpredictability.Peter had learned something Naomi never realized: the one thing people like Viktor feared wasn’t strength.It was chaos.Because chaos couldn’t be controlled.And chaos couldn’t be predicted.“Weaker hand it is,” the dealer confirmed, still unsure whether she should be impressed or terrified. “Reveal your cards.”Peter laid them out carefully:Ace of Spades. Joker. 7 of Hearts. 6 of Clubs. 4 of Spades.Unorthodox. No pairs. No combos. A high card and a wildcard. A hand that could’ve gone either way — but in this game, it was weak.Very weak.
Chapter 104: Viktor's fury
The sound of Naomi’s heels echoing off the stage faded into stunned silence. For a few seconds, no one moved.Then—Viktor stood.Slowly.Deliberately.Like a storm rising.The air in the room thickened. The crowd that had moments ago gasped at Naomi’s surrender now sat paralyzed, unsure whether they’d just witnessed a victory, a rebellion… or the beginning of something much worse.The dealer blinked. “Mr. Viktor—”Viktor raised a hand.She fell silent.He didn’t speak.He just stared at Naomi’s retreating figure. His jaw clenched. His eyes darkened.Then, finally, he turned his gaze to Peter.And smiled.But it wasn’t the smug smirk of a man in control. It was thinner now. Stretched tight across his face like a mask trying to hold together a crumbling expression.“You’re clever,” Viktor said.Peter didn’t answer.“You didn’t beat her with cards. You beat her with memories. With feelings.” He said the word like it was an insult.“I didn’t beat her at all,” Peter replie
Chapter 103: The Mirror Breaks
Peter didn’t speak.He didn’t fidget. Didn’t sigh. Didn’t crack a joke.He just stared at his chips, at the rising tower across the table that now belonged to Naomi.And behind her…Viktor.He hadn’t said a word since sitting on stage. He hadn’t offered a nod, a smirk, or a twitch of condescension.He simply watched.Like a king at court.Like a god behind glass.Peter had never feared silence until now.Because in that silence—there was no reassurance.No mockery to sharpen his edge.No reaction to push against.It was Naomi’s game now.Naomi, with her red ruby necklace glinting under the stage lights.Naomi, who once trembled in his arms after a stormy night.Naomi, who now looked at him like a rival she intended to erase.The dealer reshuffled."Next round," she said simply.They both submitted their participation chip and the cards were dealt. Naomi gave up one card.Peter stared at his hand.9-Spade, 9-Heart, 7-Diamond, 3-Club, 2-Spade.Another pair.Anot
Chapter 102: Another Break
During the break, the crowd buzzed with unease, trying to make sense of the exchange. Naomi had won the round, yes—but barely. And not convincingly. She didn’t celebrate. She didn’t even smirk. She simply gathered the chips with a mechanical hand, her mind elsewhere.Peter could see it. The flicker behind her eyes. The tremble she was trying to bury beneath bravado.And that’s when Viktor moved.He didn’t speak. He stood.Slowly. Deliberately. Like a king rising from a throne he never doubted was his.The lights of the hall seemed to bend toward him. Eyes turned. Voices hushed.Even the dealer, ever expressionless, paused mid-shuffle to watch.Viktor stepped onto the edge of the raised platform, not breaking eye contact with Peter. The distance between them was wide—but somehow, Peter felt like the man was breathing down his neck.“You’re clever, Peter,” Viktor said softly.His voice didn’t need to be loud. It carried.Too well.The crowd leaned in.Naomi’s spine went rigi
Chapter 101: Hunting
The next round began with the quiet tension of a lit fuse. The crowd, now too stunned to keep up their commentary, watched in breathless silence. Naomi’s win had widened the chip gap again — Peter’s stack sat noticeably shorter, Viktor’s calm presence looming larger behind Naomi’s chair like a shadow.But Peter wasn’t fidgeting anymore.He sat still. Thinking. Observing.No more frantic energy. No more reactive betting.This time, Peter was hunting.They both dropped their participation chip for this round and the dealer laid down the cards, smooth and methodical. Five cards each.Peter didn’t even glance at his hand right away.Instead, he studied Naomi.She shifted her chair an inch back. Adjusted her sleeve. Looked at Viktor for a brief second — and in that blink, Peter saw something she didn’t mean to show.Uncertainty.She was no longer gambling for herself.And it was breaking her.“Will you trade?” the dealer asked.Peter didn’t hesitate. “One card.”Naomi blinked
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