"If you are going to enter my world, be ready to play my game," Mago warned, his eyes gleaming with danger, "If you can't keep up, then you'll have to endure the pain." MAGO CONCEPCION—ruthless, seductive, and incapable of love. He believed emotions were a weakness, and I, ARLENE MEJORADA, believed I could change him. I was the woman who thought I could heal him with my love, drawn in by his dangerous allure that I couldn't resist. I was a willing victim, drawn into his world of power and temptation. I convinced myself that I could handle the pain, that I could survive his cruel, calculating ways. But love doesn't always conquer all. Yet, my determination was unwavering. Soon, I found myself breaking. Piece by piece, he tore through my heart, leaving me shattered and empty, a shadow of the woman I once was. I wanted to save him, but in the end, I was the one who needed saving. This is my story—of how I gave him everything until nothing was left of me. Now I face the choice: do I pick up the pieces and walk away, or keep letting him destroy what’s left of me? My name is ARLENE MEJORADA, and I was willing to endure anything for love. Until I wasn’t.
View More*MAGO’s POV*I needed an excuse. Anything to get out of that room before I lost control completely. Arlene was pushing me to the edge, and the worst part? She wasn’t even trying. That was what made it unbearable. She didn’t need to be seductive—she just was. Every glance, every little move she made was a temptation, a tug-of-war that pulled me deeper into this impossible struggle between wanting her and refusing to surrender.It was a constant battle. My body screamed to just take her, to give in to the desire that had been building since the moment we met. But no. ‘I won’t be the one to break’. She will.Arlene’s so-called principles? Her wall of stubborn self-control? I’ll be the one to tear that down. I don’t need to ask, I don’t need to pressure her—no, she’ll come to me willingly. I’ll make sure of that.‘She&rsquo
*ARLENE’s POV*I mentally steeled myself as I made my way to Mago’s house, each step quieter than usual, my heart thundering in my chest.‘This is it, I told myself. The day I move in with him. What were you thinking, Arlene?’But no matter how much I tried to calm myself, I couldn’t ignore the fact that Mago was right behind me, just a few steps away.‘Can he see how nervous I am? Is he watching me?’ Every step felt heavy under his gaze, and all I could think about was how I looked.‘Do I look okay? Why am I so damn nervous?’My heart raced faster with each passing second.‘You’re losing it, Arlene. You can’t let him know how much he affects you.’But how could I not? With him so close, the air between us was charged. He made me feel things—dangerous things. Things I knew I
*ARLENE’s POV*I didn’t sleep at all. My mind wouldn’t shut off, spinning in circles, replaying every word of the agreement I made with Mago.‘What the hell were you thinking, Arlene?’ I scolded myself. ‘You agreed to his terms. His terms! Have you lost your mind?’But then, a softer voice crept in. ‘You know why you did it. You want to be a part of his life. You want to break through that wall he hides behind. You want to know him.’‘Yeah, but at what cost?’ I snapped back. ‘This is Mago we’re talking about! He doesn’t care about anyone—he just wants to get you into bed. That’s all he’s ever after.’The thought made my chest tighten. ‘Don’t be stupid, Arlene. You’re just another game to him.’‘But he’s not a heartless jerk,&r
*MAGO's POV*This is insane! I can't wrap my head around why I asked her to stay with me. I’ve never asked a woman to live with me before, let alone entertain the thought. But I did. And what’s worse, I agreed to her ridiculous no-sex policy unless one of her friends confesses their love to one of mine. What the hell was I thinking?I need to convince my friends to resist the temptation or I’ll be forced to take desperate measures to get Arlene into my bed. And the more I think about it, the more I realize—I’m bending my own rules for her. Why?There’s something about Arlene. She’s different. But that doesn’t mean I’m falling for her. No, I don’t fall for anyone. Not after what happened before. That’s a line I swore I’d never cross again.Flashback“Wow! What’s all this for?” Kaz’s voice broke
I crossed my arms, determined to hide the slight tremor in my fingers. “Go on,” I challenged, narrowing my eyes, daring him to test me. “You set your rules, and I’ll make my own boundaries.”Mago’s lips curled into that maddeningly arrogant smile, the one that made my pulse quicken even when I wished it didn’t. “You’ll move into my place,” he demanded, his voice low and authoritative, as if he’d already won.A sharp laugh escaped me, masking the nervous energy bubbling beneath my skin. He wanted control, but I wasn’t about to hand it over that easily. “That fast, huh?” I raised an eyebrow, pretending to be unfazed. “Fine, I’ll move in. But what happened to your ‘I don’t do virgins’ rule?”His eyes darkened, locking onto mine with an intensity that made the air between us sizzle. “After what you did last night,” he murmured, stepping
*ARLENE’s POV*The elderly care facility loomed ahead, its weathered walls casting long shadows in the fading light. My stomach twisted into knots as I watched Mago park the car. He stepped out, casually grabbing a single grocery bag, leaving the others behind. I hesitated, torn between staying in the car or following him, but before I could decide, I found myself circling the car and stepping out.“I might take a while,” he said, his voice almost too casual. “You should come with me.”The world seemed to stop spinning for a second. ‘Come with him?’ This felt like something more than just an errand. My heart raced, the thought of meeting his father made my hands sweat. I was about to follow him eagerly when he added, “Take the other grocery bags from the trunk.”My excitement deflated as I opened the trunk, staring at the three large grocery bags. ‘Really?&rsquo
*ARLENE’s POV*I wake up in a haze, the room spinning slightly as I sit up, groaning at the unfamiliar weight of a shirt—much too big for me—draped over my body. My head pounds as I try to piece together the fragmented memories of last night, but everything's a blur.‘Oh no, no, no!’ I frantically scan the bed, my heart racing, looking for any sign—any telltale mark—that could confirm my worst fear. Nothing.‘But what if it didn’t happen here?’ My mind spirals.‘The car? The living room? The kitchen?’ I pace around, trying to piece together my night.I search my body for any pain or discomfort. My legs feel steady, my body normal, but the doubt lingers.‘Who was I with? What if it was some random guy... or worse, someone old? Ugly? Oh god, what if I’m...’I stop, clutching my hair in horror. ‘Pregnant? No, it couldn’t be. Could it?’Suddenly, a name flashes in
*MAGO’S POV*"Do you know what pisses me off?" she slurred, her eyes narrowing as we stepped into my house. Her voice was laced with a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "I've been trying to catch your attention, but you can’t even flash me a smile. What do those other women have that I don’t?"Before I could respond, she turned, throwing her hands in the air dramatically. "I’m sexy," she said, her voice dripping with irony. "I’m pretty." She pouted, emphasizing her lips. "Don’t I have kissable lips?"I almost laughed at her drunken antics, but the situation was more serious than it seemed. I’d been with many drunk women, and I knew how these nights usually ended. But not this time. Not with her. She’s a virgin, and we’re definitely not ending up in bed tonight.She took a step forward, and her legs wobbled beneath her, making her lose her balance. I instinctively reached out and caught her before she could fall.“Sorry,” she murmured, pressing her face against my chest. “Mmm, you
*ARLENE’s POV*I watched them disappear up the stairs to his office, and a wave of bitterness washed over me. What right do I have to stop them? None. He never promised me anything. But why do I feel so betrayed? It’s like a knife twisting inside me, and I hate myself for it.I let out a sigh and forced myself back to work. If he likes those types of women, then fine. I’ll show him I can be the bitchiest bitch he’s ever met. This negativity is eating me alive, and Patricia was right—crying is for the weak. I refuse to shed a single tear. Instead, I’ll play his game and beat him at it.I glanced at Dessa as she prepared her props for a flair bartending exhibition. A wicked idea sparked in my mind. I used to be the best at this—hell, I won the inter-school flairing championship. If I’m going to get close to Mago, I need to remind him just how damn good I am.I stepped up beside Dessa and started prepping my own bottles and glasses. She looked at me, her brow raised, but when she realize
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