Playing Detectives

People flock to buy lottery tickets, drawn by the dream of striking it rich against impossible odds. It's a gamble, a fleeting hope, but what if someone was utterly convinced they were the one destined to win? All they had to do was step outside, no matter the storm, no matter the blistering sun, and claim the prize that was rightfully theirs. That certainty would drive them—push them past limits, leaving hesitation behind.

This was Aiden right now, driven, unstoppable. The idea of quitting didn't even cross his mind.

Maia's words lingered in his head, playing over and over like a broken record. She'd made a promise—one that was impossible to forget. She said she'd be his, a sex slave for life, if he could prove Amelia wasn't guilty. The sheer thought of it made Aiden's heart pound with a mix of adrenaline and lust. It was as if he was a racehorse, nostrils flaring, sprinting full tilt with no finish line in sight. He was hooked, reined into the challenge.