“What did she say?”
“She said she lost.”
“No way—she lost? How is that possible? She’s always been a genius, always first in everything she does!”
“She’s a killer at poker, and her mentor is a legend. There’s no way she could lose to someone like Calliope—a total nobody!”
Blythe could hear all the whispers swirling around her.
She could feel everyone’s eyes on her—judging, curious, hungry for drama.
Her cheeks burned hot with embarrassment.
Lose? Her? How could she lose? How could she let herself be humiliated like this? She wasn’t supposed to lose. She wasn’t supposed to be the laughingstock.
She was Blythe—Blythe White, the pride of the White family. Everyone said she was the golden girl, the top debutante, the one with the world at her feet.
And Calliope? Just a country bumpkin who’d probably never seen a roulette wheel before. How was this even a fair match?
But Blythe felt her competitive streak snap into place.
She wasn’t about to let herself become the subject of every cocktail party joke in Manhattan. Especially not with her parents standing right there. She could see them, trying to mask their concern with politeness, but she knew what they wanted: for her to shine, to prove herself worthy of the family name.
Everyone knew she wasn’t their biological daughter. Even so, they’d say otherwise, for her sake and theirs. Whenever someone commented on how she’d inherited their best qualities, her parents looked so proud.
Blythe knew they loved her, but deep down, she always felt like she had to earn it. If she could just be perfect—be the best—maybe then she’d really belong.
She took a shaky breath, steadying herself.
She glanced at Calliope, a sly smile curling on her lips. “Oh, come on, I was just going easy on you. How about another round? Or are you planning to run off with your lucky streak?”
Calliope grinned back. “Ms. White, you were letting me win? Funny, I thought it was the other way around.”
She shrugged. “Fine by me. My only question is—do you still have any chips left?”
“Of course,” Blythe replied coolly, forcing a smile. “Don’t worry, I’m not short on cash.”



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Oh wrestling expert ey? So is this Khamzat Chimaev or Shavkat Rakhmonov? Because Khabib's would be too haram....
Oh no. Million is just mix of Conor McGregor, Islam Makhachev, Mike Tyson, Max Holloway, Anderson Silva... I bet he lands 5sec flying knees like Jorge Masvidal too. Oh nope, 1sec knees. And has faster left hooks than Alex Pereira. Definitely would win UFC championship in every weight division including women. Poor Zhang Weili....
Okay so.... Million is now from East. Arctic wolf from East, modified genetically so he can manage his own Instagram and probably also box like Mike Tyson and snapping left hooks like Alex Pereira....
This is starting to be the same twister of abilities as Cassandra Yates and Tiffany. But question is, why the hell Silas can't just open his mouth and tell Caliope that she's the one whom he has in his heart. He would prevent a lot of misunderstanding. Seems like despite capability of talking with modified arctic wolf, she's not like telepathic....
Oh no, so FL is again another hidden genius with both hemispheres working on hundreds... Ffffuuuu. Cassandra Yates and Tiffany were already enough, ughugh. And Tiffany was even more exaggerated than Cassandra....
That's weird, in the first chapters there was said that her bio parents and bros doteď on Caliope but then they adopted Lisette, but this chapter suddenly says otherwise. Did author forget what he wrote?...
I REALLLYYY REALLLYYYY REALLYYYYYY WANT TO SLAP THE 3 BROTHERS WHENEVER THEY OPEN THEIR MOUTH !!! AND THEIR MOM !!!...
Why has this not been updated ?? there were 5 more chapters which was released and it has not been updated.. Please do update on regular basis......