Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 139

Daniel’s POV

I sat there, the adrenaline still coursing through my as the last man took his turn. He pulled the trigger, and the silence that followed was heavier than the room had ever been. It had only been a matter of time, but I had done it. I’d made it through…won the game, beat the odds, and walked out with a cool ten million in cash. But that wasn’t the end.

Rafael looked at me, a flicker of something like respect in his eyes. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming against the table as the other men began to pack up their winnings, grumbling defeated

“Not bad. Daniel. Not bad at all,” Rafael said, his voice cool but admiring.

I didn’t smile, didn’t react. My mind was somewhere else entirely. Somewhere far away from this grimy warehouse, far away from the smell of sweat and fear. It was back with her. Christiana.

I had done it I had won. But it wasn’t about the money, not really. It was about what I could do with it. What I could buy

And I was going to use it all to get her back

Rafael studied me, his sharp eyes catching the

e slight shift in my d

demeanor. He could see it. He always had. He knew I wasn’t here for the cash.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he said, his tone a little more serious now. “There’s another game. $100 million.”

My heart skipped a beat. I looked at him, locking eyes. “What’s the earch?”

He smirked, but there was no amusement in his gaze. “This one’s more dangerous. A lot more dangerous. The odds aren’t just against you they’re deadly”

I didn’t hesitate. The stakes could have been a billion dollars for all I cared. I had one thing on my mind. Christiana.

“I’m in,” I said, my voice low but unwavering.

The room fell quiet. Even the men around the table, who had been so eager to leave moments ago, turned their attention to me. They weren’t used to seeing someone like me someone who didn’t hesitate, someone who didn’t flinch at the thought of risking it all.

Rafael’s face turned serious, his fingers drumming on the table again, slower now, like he was considering how far he could push me. He didn’t know, though. He didn’t know that there was nothing more dangerous than living without Christiana. Nothing that scared me more than the thought of her being lost forever.

“You don’t understand, Daniel,” Rafael said, his voice lowered. “This game. It’s not just about pulling a trigger. You’re risking your life your future. You think $10 million is a lot! This next round is $100 million, and the consequences go beyond money. People die in that game. I’ve seen it. And you you’re not the same man you were before. You’ve got things to lose now.”

at him, not blinking. “I’ve

his eyes narrowing. He was trying to figure me out, trying to see if I was bluffing. But

asked, his voice turning harder now. “You think you can play against men who have no fear of dying?

of

His eyes searched mine, but he found nothing but conviction. Finally, he gave a small nod, almost

this is a whole new level. You think you’re

need to.

she looked when she cried in my arms. The way she had clung to me like I was the only thing keeping

to let her go. I’d risk anything everything

gave a sigh, then leaned in, lowering his voice. “Just remember, Daniel you wanted this. When

low growls” don’t need anyone’s help. I’m doing this for

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Chapter 135

in front of me a reminder of the price I was willing to pay. But it wasn’t the money that drove me anymore. It was

game,” I said, my voice filled with nothing but boldness. “Because I’m coming for what’s

first round. Hell I didn’t expect to make it out alive. But here I was, hands shaking just slightly as I counted the money that Rafael had

should’ve felt fear, but I didn’t. Not really. There was a part of me that

Christiana back. Trying to show the world that I wasn’t just some

when it all

possessed, like someone who knew that if the bullet was meant for me, it would come, no matter what. So I might as well enjoy the ride. I stared down the barrel of the gun, heart pounding in

clicked empty, I could feel the tension in the air crackle like a live wire.

a mish, a wild adrenaline high. But by the time I’d won my fifth game, the thrill of

The game and Christiana.

up in the world, faster than I ever could have imagined. Each win was

was looking at me with a mixture of awe and concern. He had seen men fold under the pressure, seen them crack. But I

I wasn’t like them.

as we watched the others at the table. I didn’t answer. There was

I had my

in my life. But I wasn’t playing for the money anymore. I was playing for power, for control. For the right to say that I had the life

happened. I kept

final game. The big one. The one that no one had ever won

Not even à liule

I saw Christiana’s face in my mind as I pulled the trigger. Maybe it