The 99th Game Was Mine All Along novel Chapter 49

Chapter 6 

The housekeeper took one look inside the box and recoiled as though he’d been electrocuted, flinging it away from him. 

The contents spilled across the polished marble floor with a sickening thud. 

Inside the festive red gift box sat a smaller, dark crimson urn. Its contents now scattered across the floor, fine powdery ash mixed with tiny bone fragments. 

Hektor lurched forward, his legs barely cooperating. With trembling hands, he picked up a small red booklet among the ashes. 

His pupils constricted to pinpoints when he realized what he was holding: divorce papers with his signature on them. 

“What the fuck?” he whispered hoarsely. “I never signed any-” 

Then he flipped it open to find a death certificate nestled inside. 

With his mother–in–law’s name printed in stark black letters. 

“This–this isn’t real,” he stammered, his voice rising with panic. “It’s fucking impossible. This has to be 

some sick joke!” 

When he’d left that day, her head had barely been bleeding–just a minor injury, nothing life–threatening. 

“Yunifer!” he bellowed, whirling toward the stairs. “What kind of sick game are you playing?!” 

“Get Yunifer down here NOW!” he demanded, his voice cracking as he fixed wild, bloodshot eyes on the 

housekeeper. 

A maid stepped forward hesitantly. “Sir… I–I saw madam leave with her suitcase about an hour ago.” 

“Left?” Hektor’s voice dropped to a horrified whisper. 

His legs gave out, and he crumpled onto the floor among the scattered ashes. 

Since Yunifer’s release from prison, no gallery would touch her work. No studio would hire her. He’d 

made sure of that. 

He’d given her no access to their accounts. She had nothing. 

The thought of her out there–alone, broke, desperate–sent a jagged blade of panic through his chest that 

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made it hard to breathe. 

The room fell into an eerie silence. Hektor looked utterly destroyed, while the staff stood frozen, afraid to 

move or speak. 

Then Laria’s shrill voice shattered the tension. 

“Oh, Hektor,” she cooed, dabbing at nonexistent tears. 

“I’m not even upset about almost being strangled anymore! I came here with nothing but love in my heart to celebrate Yunifer’s birthday, and look how she repays your kindness.” 

“Using–what is this, flour?-to fake her mother’s ashes? And forging official documents? That’s beyond 

disturbed, that’s actually criminal.” 

“First driving her father to an early grave, now putting death curses on her own mother? She’s rotten to 

the core.” 

“You’ve been so good to her, Hektor,” she purred, stroking his arm. “If you chase after her now, you’re just rewarding this disgusting behavior!” 

She kicked the urn aside contemptuously, then bent down to help Hektor up. 

But the man who had always treated her like a precious jewel suddenly shoved her away with shocking force. His eyes blazed with a fury she’d never seen directed at her. 

“SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!” he roared, spittle flying. 

“Yunifer has NOTHING! No money, no resources. If I don’t find her, she could die out there! Is that what 

you want?!”