Too Late, Mr. Player: Watch Me Shine

Chapter 6

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Enid stood up with her wineglass and walked over to the unlit fireplace, while Adr

ver the king piece and raised her vo

y school? Do they even teach chess there, or

m his chair, rub

e doesn't know how to pl

embarrassment only made Adrianna bolder. She s

embarrassing yourself? I guess b

bernet by the mantelpiece, loo

a visual lesson to understand which

stood up from the dining table, a

t eager to pla

te pieces and moved first, slamming her pawns forward

w that before I was adopted, my biological father in Boston was a grand

ll of holes. With three quiet defensive moves, I lured both

bit her lip, her hand hovering over the board, and when I glanced toward the

icked up my black knight and brought it down in the ce

ckma

e blood draining from her face as she realize

on the edge of the table, and l

heating, Adrianna. You're n

able. The priceless jade pieces flew through the air and hit the marble

dirty bitch, you

wo tears and threw herself straight into

er! She's bullyi

houlders and glared at me, his voi

e to ruin every single night until

mbling finger towa

ow uncultured trash in

crying homewrecker, I picked up my Birkin ba

ion. Have the check

oken jade pieces in my heels, and walked ou

to the driver's seat, and slammed my foot on the gas, speeding out

fifty miles an hour-right as a pair of red taillights flared ten feet ahead, and my front

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Xi Yue Romance

“For eight years, I stood by Keon Castillo, eventually becoming his secret wife while he rose to fame as a star forward for the New York Titans. But the illusion shattered when he came home reeking of cheap vanilla perfume, a bright red lipstick stain smeared across his away jersey. He didn't even try to hide his betrayal, openly parading the spoiled heiress Adrianna in front of me and his arrogant family. When I confronted them, his mother called me uncultured trash and kicked me out of their estate into a torrential downpour. I hydroplaned and crashed my SUV on a dark highway, left bleeding and shivering in the freezing rain. But when Keon finally showed up at the emergency room, he didn't ask if I was okay. "Are you completely insane? Faking a car crash just to force me to come home?" He physically dragged me back to our penthouse, then abandoned me at 3 AM while I burned with a post-crash fever, just to go comfort his crying mistress. Staring at the empty room, the sheer absurdity of my devotion made me laugh until I cried, realizing I had given my twenties to a narcissistic monster. But they didn't know I had already tricked him into signing a brutal NHL morality clause worth 1.5 billion dollars. Playing the submissive wife one last time, I secretly packed my bags, cleared the accounts, and walked out the door-leaving him a ruined man, and turning straight toward his biggest rival.”