The 99th Game Was Mine All Along novel Chapter 57

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When I unlocked Lorian’s phone, the first thing I spotted was his pinned WhatsApp contact-“Jocelyn” with a little heart emoji next to it. 

I tapped on their conversation, heart pounding. 

Beyond the cute emoji responses were dozens of surveillance videos–of my bedroom. 

My private moments captured like I was some kind of lab specimen. 

The messages underneath cut deeper than any knife could. 

“Like I promised, babe, this is all about payback. I’ll play these videos at the wedding ceremony. After that, Sylvia will be completely erased from the Lancelot family picture. And it’ll be just you and me–the way it should’ve been all along.” 

“Before you become Mrs. Lancelot, I’m clearing out all the obstacles. Nothing but happiness ahead for us.” 

“Jocelyn, baby, I love you. Always have.” 

I glanced up at the teddy bear he’d given me six years ago, sitting innocently on my shelf. In the dim light, its eyes seemed to glow with a creepy red light. 

So that was it. From day one, he’d been plotting how to get rid of me–just another “obstacle” in his path. 

God, I was pathetic–drowning in his fake promises, thinking I was living some fairy tale. 

I clicked through to Lorian’s private photo album. It was stuffed with pictures of him and Jocelyn 

together. 

Their relationship chronicled from college to now–a complete timeline of their actual love story. 

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Every holiday when he’d texted me “swamped with work, sorry babe,” he was actually with her. 

For every gift he gave me, Jocelyn had gotten a matching one. Plus extras I never saw. 

The second chat in his messages was with a wedding planner. This whole wedding had been in the works for six freaking months. 

From the venue down to the damn fork selection, Lorian had personally micromanaged every detail. 

Even the surveillance videos had been edited by him–scenes carefully selected for maximum humiliation. 

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All for one sick purpose: to completely expose our “inappropriate relationship” at his wedding and watch 

me burn. 

I closed his phone just as I heard the shower turn off. Then I booked a flight leaving the country in three 

days. 

At dinner, Father Lancelot wouldn’t shut up about his son’s wedding plans. 

Lorian put on a show of being annoyed but casually agreed, setting the wedding date for three days later. 

The fork slipped from my trembling fingers and clattered against my plate. Couldn’t taste a damn thing 

after that. 

After dinner, Mom pulled me into her room, her face tight with worry. 

“Why this sudden decision to study abroad? Weren’t you dead set on joining the company with your 

brother? Have you told him you’re leaving?” 

Looking at her graying hair, my throat tightened. 

“No, and please don’t tell him.” 

“Mom, after I leave here, just be happy with Mr. Lancelot. Don’t care about what others say” 

I knew how hard it had been for her to remarry. No matter what Lorian thought, my mother never 

wrecked anyone’s marriage. 

Public humiliation shouldn’t be her reward for trying to find happiness again. 

When I returned to my bedroom, Lorian was already sprawled on my bed like he owned it. 

Seeing me enter, he quickly pulled me into his arms, lips brushing against my ear in that way that used to 

make me melt. 

“Are you angry? You know we can’t go public with us. The wedding’s just for show–it’s all an act, babe. 

Don’t overthink it.” 

“Sylvia, trust me, you’re the only one in my heart. Don’t be upset, okay? Got you something special arriving tomorrow. You’ll flip when you see it, I promise.” 

I swallowed my pain and forced a smile. 

Relieved, he pulled me back against his chest.