Playing Their Game, Winning My Life

Name: Playing Their Game, Winning My Life
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The exclusive bar hummed with the city' s elite, and from my secluded booth, I had a perfect view of my brother, Ethan, and my fiancé, Noah, holding court at the bar. They were betting on me, on my future, confident I was a nervous wreck after a minor accident, completely unaware I was meticulously listening to every word. I had been back with the wealthy Smith family for six months, a life everyone envied: a mansion, endless credit, an influential fiancé. But it was all a charade; beneath the surface, I was nothing more than their pawn, their trophy, targeted by my brother' s arrogance and my fiancé' s oppressive control, while the adopted daughter, Chloe, simmered with resentment. I was a victim, a fragile damsel in distress. Everyone saw it but me. I watched them, learned their weaknesses, and then I orchestrated my own engagement to Noah, making him believe he was securing the true heiress, all while pulling his strings. They were consumed by their petty rivalries, completely blind to the game I was playing, a game where their arrogance was my ultimate weapon. Their bet on me was just the beginning; I was playing for a much bigger prize. With chilling precision, I created scenarios, fanned their egos, and subtly moved them into positions where they would self-destruct, all while I appeared to be the struggling, innocent girl. I was merely the quiet, fragile girl they thought they were protecting. They talked about winning, but they had no idea they were already losing. The truth was, I wasn't just in the game; I was the game master, and they were all about to find out exactly what happens when you underestimate a Smith.

Family Revenge Scheming Kickass Heroine Personal growth

Chapter 10

07-09 17:28

Introduction

The exclusive bar hummed with the city' s elite, and from my secluded booth, I had a perfect view of my brother, Ethan, and my fiancé, Noah, holding court at the bar.

They were betting on me, on my future, confident I was a nervous wreck after a minor accident, completely unaware I was meticulously listening to every word.

I had been back with the wealthy Smith family for six months, a life everyone envied: a mansion, endless credit, an influential fiancé.

But it was all a charade; beneath the surface, I was nothing more than their pawn, their trophy, targeted by my brother' s arrogance and my fiancé' s oppressive control, while the adopted daughter, Chloe, simmered with resentment.

I was a victim, a fragile damsel in distress. Everyone saw it but me.

I watched them, learned their weaknesses, and then I orchestrated my own engagement to Noah, making him believe he was securing the true heiress, all while pulling his strings.

They were consumed by their petty rivalries, completely blind to the game I was playing, a game where their arrogance was my ultimate weapon.

Their bet on me was just the beginning; I was playing for a much bigger prize.

With chilling precision, I created scenarios, fanned their egos, and subtly moved them into positions where they would self-destruct, all while I appeared to be the struggling, innocent girl.

I was merely the quiet, fragile girl they thought they were protecting.

They talked about winning, but they had no idea they were already losing.

The truth was, I wasn't just in the game; I was the game master, and they were all about to find out exactly what happens when you underestimate a Smith.