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Mirna Abrahim

Mirna Abrahim's Book(1)

The Death game

The Death game

Billionaires
5.0
"Who are you?" I yelled at him, my voice trembling with disbelief. My mind raced, torn between the nightmare unfolding before me and the cruel reality that seemed to mock my existence. Theodore stepped closer, so close that our lips nearly touched. His eyes bore into mine, a mix of challenge and curiosity. "Does it matter?" he asked, his voice a dangerous whisper. "I never said I wasn't Theodore Manford. You never cared to ask, so I just played your game." A tear slipped down my cheek, burning a trail of betrayal. "Was it all a game for you?" I asked, my voice breaking. The fear of the answer clawed at my chest. I couldn't bear to be broken again, not after everything I had endured. He turned away from me, his broad shoulders casting a shadow that seemed to eclipse the room. "I was bored, I won't lie. So, yeah, it was a game," he said coldly, his words like shards of ice piercing my heart. Pain twisted inside me, sharp and unrelenting. I forced a bitter smile, even though every part of me wanted to scream. "You just made an enemy, Manford," I declared, my voice steady despite the tears. I refused to let him see the depth of my pain. I gathered my things, my movements mechanical, driven by the raw determination to distance myself from the man who had deceived me. As I walked past him, the air between us crackled with unresolved tension and unspoken words. My heart ached with every step, but I refused to look back. Theodore remained silent, his back still turned, a silent monument to the betrayal that had shattered the fragile connection between us. My footsteps echoed in the corridor of the Manford Building, each one a promise of retribution. I swore to myself that I would destroy Theodore Manford, no matter the cost. Outside, the city lights blurred through my tears. The world moved on, oblivious to the war that had just begun. But I was no longer the same. Theodore had awakened a new fire within me, one fueled by hurt and a thirst for justice. The death game had truly begun, and I intended to play it to the end.