The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Isabel was practically buzzing with excitement, and Brittany found herself being swept up in her friend's enthusiasm as they edged their way through the crowd.

They found themselves in what appeared to be a well-established chess club, its size impressive but clearly showing the wear and tear of many years.

The chessboards, worn smooth from endless games, were the battleground for two elderly gentlemen.

Their hair white with time, they were dressed in what could only be described as classic vests, fans in hand, exuding a laid-back vibe that barely concealed their competitive spirit.

The black and white chess pieces were locked in a fierce battle that had already lasted over an hour, yet neither side seemed close to conceding defeat.

It was clear they were both masters of their craft.

The spectators, seasoned players themselves, adhered to the unspoken rule of observing in silence, a true mark of respect among chess aficionados, though each undoubtedly harbored their own opinions on the game. The intensity of the game ramped up, and Brittany's eyes were drawn to the player wielding the black pieces, who seemed to have the upper hand.

That the player with the white pieces had managed to hold on for over an hour was no small feat.

But as the end seemed near, it became apparent the older gentleman was flagging.

"Ha! Ronan, you've lost," the victorious player with the black pieces declared with a hearty laugh.

Ronan pouted, "Oh, come on, Grayson, how could you do this to me? A retired pro against an amateur like myself? How could you even celebrate beating me?"

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was even more pronounced, "Lost fair and square,

not thrilled at the prospect but accepting the

Grayson made to leave, a voice piped

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resist the pull of

glanced at her, "Lass, if we play, no tears if

simply grinned, "If I lose, I'll cover your breakfast for the whole

couldn't help but agree, amused by her

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echo Ronan's

really last even ten minutes

break from her busy career to focus on personal growth. She'd been practicing at home and was eager to test her skills.

an eyebrow, "Alright, I'll give you a

given her youth, to avoid any

smiled in

aggressive, each move made with a sharpness that seemed at

not taking her too seriously, began to view

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