His Cruel Game
Language: en
Three years ago, he saved me from a burning wreck. After that, he became the only light in my world. Until I heard him laugh to his best friend. "Her?" he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "Just a compliant little puppet." Now I knew. Even our fated meeting was a lie. In my arms, I held his iPad. It hummed with every guarded secret of his empire. He used to whisper that the private videos were keepsakes of our love. Now I knew the truth. They were his special gift for my brother's IPO day. He came home late one rainy night, tipsy, his eyes drifting to the date circled in red…