The 99th Game Was Mine All Along novel Chapter 47

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A kiss landed on Hektor’s lips. 

It ignited something in him. Before Laria could pull away, he gripped her waist and deepened the kiss, hungry and desperate. 

“Hektor, stop.” Laria whispered against his mouth, her voice a theatrical blend of desire and concern. “Yunifer’s right in the next room.” 

“Don’t worry about her,” he murmured, trailing kisses down her neck. “I made sure the doctor laced her 

meds with enough sedatives. Let’s go somewhere more comfortable.” 

He swept Laria into his arms, carrying her like a bride. 

Shaking with a mixture of pain and rage, I forced myself out of bed. 

My abdomen screamed in protest with every movement, but I dragged myself across the cold hardwood 

floor on silent, bare feet. 

Through the crack, I saw their bodies intertwined, sexing in the dim light. 

Their moans and whispers became my nightmare’s soundtrack, echoing in my ears until dawn broke. 

Hektor didn’t show his face for two days. When he finally appeared at my bedside, his eyes were carefully arranged into an expression of remorse. 

“God, Yunifer, I’m so sorry I haven’t been around. The company’s been in absolute chaos.” 

I stared vacantly past him, refusing to acknowledge his presence. 

He dropped to one knee beside the bed, taking my limp hand in his. 

“Baby, look at me,” he pleaded. “I know you’re hurting. But ending the pregnancy was for your own good. All I want in this world is for you to be healthy and whole.” 

He paused, his voice softening. “Hey, it’s your birthday today. I brought someone who’s been missing you like crazy.” 

He stood and stepped aside, revealing my mother standing in the doorway. 

“Mom…” The word came out as a broken whisper as tears flooded my eyes. 

She looked better than I’d seen her in years. No screaming, no vacant stares, no violent outbursts–just 

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my mother, almost herself again. 

Seeing my tears, she rushed forward and gathered me in her arms, stroking my hair the way she used to 

before our world imploded. 

Hektor discreetly wiped at his eyes. “I’ll let you two have some time together. Got some work waiting in 

my office.” 

After he left. I decided to take my mother for a walk around the house. 

We’d barely made it to the staircase when Laria appeared, dressed in nothing but a sheer silk nightgown 

that left little to the imagination–at two in the afternoon. 

She took one look at my mother and wrinkled her nose in disgust before sweeping her contemptuous 

gaze over me. 

It was fascinating how completely she transformed when Hektor wasn’t around to witness it–the sweet, vulnerable damsel instantly replaced by something venomous. 

“Well, if it isn’t the birthday girl,” she drawled, leaning against the banister with practiced casualness. 

“Wanna know why your devoted hubby hasn’t been playing nursemaid these past couple days?” 

I said nothing. In less than a week, I’d be gone. Their sick games wouldn’t matter anymore. 

My silence clearly irritated her. With deliberate slowness, she pulled down the collar of her nightgown, revealing a constellation of fresh love bites across her collarbone. 

Then she held up her wrist, where a massive diamond bracelet caught the light. 

“Poor thing,” she cooed with mock sympathy. “He told me his biggest regret was not having the balls to marry me instead of settling for you. This little two–million–dollar bracelet is just his latest apology gift.” 

I tried to walk past her, but she grabbed my wrist, her nails digging into my skin. 

“Look at yourself,” she hissed, dropping all pretense. 

“No career. A complete embarrassment to your father’s legacy. Nothing but a crazy mother to show for your pathetic life. How do you even get out of bed in the morning?” 

My mother went rigid beside me. “Crazy” was the trigger word–the one that sent her spiraling back into 

darkness.