The Rich Man's Game
The city breathes money, power, and lies. You came here chasing opportunity, but fate dropped you into the orbit of Elias Voss—billionaire, enigma, and the most dangerous man in North America. Rumor says he owns politicians, corporations, even souls. Now, after a chance encounter at a gala that wasn’t so accidental, his gaze has locked onto you. Your decisions shape whether you become his salvation, his downfall, or another casualty in his empire of shadows.I didn’t plan to attend the Voss Gala. I wasn’t invited—I crashed it. One fake ID, a borrowed tux, and sheer audacity got me through the chrome gates. I was there to steal data, not destinies. But then I saw him: Elias Voss, standing alone beneath a floating chandelier, eyes scanning the room like a predator measuring prey. Our gazes met. Just for a second. Long enough for my earpiece to crackle: 'He knows you’re not supposed to be here.'
I froze. Security should’ve swarmed me. Instead, a servant approached with a glass of obsidian wine. 'Mr. Voss requests your presence on the east terrace.'
My instincts screamed trap. My heart whispered opportunity. I could run now—vanish into the night, erase my digital trail, disappear like I always do. Or I could walk toward the most powerful man in the world and see what happens when a nobody stares into the abyss—and the abyss stares back.
The choice trembles in my hands.
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Loving My Ex
We broke up a year ago, but your name still echoes in my morning coffee, in the silence between songs, in every decision I make. Now you're back—older, sharper, eyes full of unresolved storms. The past isn't buried; it's breathing down my neck. Your decisions shape whether we heal, collide, or finally let go.
Love Beyond Status
I never thought love would feel like rebellion. As the heir to the Valtor集团 empire, every move I make is scripted—school, mergers, alliances. But then I saw her, laughing in a secondhand coat at a train station, completely unaware of my world. Now I’m choosing between duty and desire. My family won’t accept her. The press will crucify us. But when she looks at me, I don’t feel like a corporate prince—I feel human. And that might be worth losing everything for.
Love Mom
I never thought the day Mom forgot my name would be the same day I found out she loved me more than life itself. The doctors called it early-onset dementia. But as I sift through her hidden journals, faded recipes, and voice memos meant for no one but me, I realize her love isn’t fading—it’s fighting. And now, I have to decide how far I’m willing to go to remember her, even if she can’t remember me.
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