Love Game With The Cold-hearted CEO

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nger as he drove the car

longs to me! It belong

us. We both discovered we were widows facing similar struggles. Though she wasn't struggling financiall

pping complex when I noticed her purse had fallen from her handbag. I returne

ucrative. As a friend, I introduced Mrs. Gambino to the bus

bino initially discouraged me, warning of potential scams and frauds. B

e the company. Mrs. Gambino insisted on holding onto all the documents and detail

cted. She feared it would breed hatred, jealousy, and competition between them. Instead, she proposed a pla

ambino refused, claiming I didn't trust her. Little did

d manipulated the situation to her advantage. She had slyly bought the company in her so

time. That was six years ago, but now I'm ready to reclaim what's rightfully mine-even if it means taking dow

r just how rut

ent in the way he handled the steering wheel. With one l

en, his anger palpable. Parking the car in the lot, h

mned family. I'll stop at nothing

wn a team of cops in 30 minutes with a silent gun, then what's t

heir worthless lives. They'll know the meaning of

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ther cried out to me, her voice trembling with desperation. I glanced around our di

t was often just once a day, and that was only

with food, I promise," I assured her, trying to so

u promise not to steal again, Theresa? You promise not to go out there and come

or qualifications. Survival meant living the street life, and it wasn't g

wn. But everything changed when he got involved in a shady deal with his colle

located to the slums, I made a silent vow to myself: I would do whatever it takes

nough. And I swore that one day, I would repay them by making t

you, mother?" I asked, and s

lied, and I took the money from h

left for dinner. It's what will keep us going until we can fig

verty! Just count on me," I declared, determination burni

d wickedly as I stepped out to the bustling alleyways, my sen

ination burned bright within me. I navigated through the crowded alle

ng to desperate measures. But I refused to let the harsh realities of our situ

ways, I kept my eyes peeled for potential targets. My heart raced with

oping to blend in with the other customers milling about. With practiced ease, I

gh the crowded streets, I spotted an unsuspecting target-a man absorbed in counting his earnings from the morning sales.

len money, careful not to arouse any suspicion. With each successful snatch

rm hand clamp down on my wrist. Startled, I looked up to find m

doing?" he growled, his gr

hold was relentless. I frantically searched for an escape rout

crashing down on me. I had let desperation cloud my jud

urly man's grip tightened around my wrist, my mind raced with urgency, scanning the bustling city street for any opportun

free from his grasp, darting through the crowd before he could react. Adrenaline

ering a potential escape route. Without hesitation, I veered towards

hind me, but I dared not look back. Instead, I focused all my energy

eamlessly into the crowd of pedestrians. With a sigh of relief, I slo

had evaded capture. With a sense of triumph tinged with caution, I continued on

nts of the day. Despite the close call, a surge of adrenaline still p

thrill of gambling. It had been a while since I had indulged in my favorit

wards the nearest gambling joint. The neon lights and pulsating music

orries and troubles of the outside world. The air was thick with the scent of cigarett

excitement coursing through me. As I took my seat, I felt a sense of liberatio