NancyIt was a hot night in one of the best hotels in Las Vegas, and my opponent and I were facing each other like true rivals. His face was all red with anger; all he could think about was beating me and humiliating me, and I wanted the same thing, so we were equals like we were never before. My cynical smile played across my face as I fearlessly faced my opponent, my body slightly tilted forward, one hand resting on the roulette table, and my index finger slowly sliding into my drink glass. The tension in the air was so high that it seemed as if everyone was going to get slapped at any moment. My opponent gave a low, mocking laugh; he was sure I would lose everything today—all the 38 thousand dollars I had won in an interesting luck move. He wanted to see me lose so much that he didn't mind sacrificing his money. I liked those types of people; that way, I could celebrate a lot more when he really fucked himself. “Let's see how long you can take this, Hecate,” he said, half-mocking

NancyJake and I went to a random ATM we found around town and stopped in front of the machine. “Is this really going to work?” I asked, pretending to have high expectations, looking at my gold card. “I hope it works, right?" Jake replied, encouraging me to continue. I grunted and inserted the card into its own slot, and the card responded immediately. “Please confirm your identification,” said a female electronic voice. I looked at Jake, and we both shrugged. “Nancy Anderson,” I said into the machine. The system processed it and then gave it a green signal. "The card is weathered and ready to use,” said the electronic voice. “Jeez, jeez,” commented Jake expectantly. “Try to raise some cash,” he encouraged. “How about a thousand?” I suggested, entering the amount number and clicking on the “withdraw” option, and to my surprise, the machine spit out a thousand dollars in cash and reported what was left. On the machine screen, it said 1,443,000.00 exactly. Jake and I looked at

Nancy“What do you think we do something crazy and get married today?”Jake was a passionate guy who liked to live at the moment in its most intense sense. He wasn't afraid to throw himself into it, and he was clearly living it with all his heart, just like me; the fact that he asked me to marry him in such an unexpected way confirmed that. All of that could only be extreme madness, since neither he nor I were at our most lucid. In reality, it would have been a huge outrage for him to propose marriage since we had known each other for such a short time, and not only that, but I was going through a complicated divorce process, but at that moment I just decided to throw my worries away and focus on the absurd idea of being proposed to him. So I gave a hearty laugh, which he soon followed, and soon after, I threw myself into his arms in a tight hug accompanied by a kiss. Of course, I could perfectly imagine myself by his side until the last days of my life. If everything was as crazy a

Candace So my dear husband had returned from his trip, which was good because we had a lot to talk about. “With my own brother?” he asked while he was sitting on the couch in front of me in our room, his legs apart in a relaxed position, and his gaze was impetuous, looking at me with contempt as if I were a piece of shit. “With your own stepmother?” I returned the question with a look similar to his. Did he dare judge me? So he was fucking his father's wife? So he was a man with very little census if he were to judge me. He laughed without any humor, treating me as if I were mad. “You want to compare this heinous affair you're having with Bruce to my relationship with Glory? Well, know that what I have with Glory is much deeper than you could imagine. I'm crazy about her, and I will always love her,” he made sure to clarify. “Whether you love her or not, it’s still a direct betrayal against your father; it doesn’t improve anything for you or mitigate your sin,” I said, making sure

GloryOf course, I couldn't sleep that night; my nerves were on edge, and I had too many things to think about at the same time. Could it be that now that Candace knew the truth about Harald and me, she would be teasing me like she did earlier today just to spite me? If the answer was yes, then my life would become hell from now on. I was staring at the ceiling of my room, listening to Charles snoring and sleeping next to me. It was impossible to go to sleep like that.So my cell phone vibrated at that moment, indicating that I had received a text message. I picked it up to see that it was from Harald. “I'm waiting for you down here,” the message said. I sighed and got out of bed cautiously so as not to wake Charles, as I didn't want to have to invent a story for him explaining why I was still awake at such a time, I put on my nightgown and left the room with the intention of going to the outside area of ​​the mansion. That place was huge, so Harald and I always found a way to sneak i