During the years when I ascended to the pinnacle of gambling, I was enveloped in a world where luck intertwined seamlessly with strategy. The thrill of risk was my constant companion, and every hand dealt was an opportunity to weave a tale of fortune and fate.

In those vibrant nights, the casino lights flickered like stars, each glimmer promising untold possibilities. The air was thick with the scent of anticipation and the intoxicating perfume of ambition. My every decision was calculated, and executed with precision, as I danced with the tides of chance, confident in my ability to bend them to my will.

I became known not only for my remarkable skill but also for a certain charisma that drew others to me. Players regarded me with a mix of admiration and trepidation, for I was not merely a participant in the game—I was its master. The cards whispered secrets to me, and I understood the language of the dice as if they belonged to a realm where I reigned supreme.

Yet, amidst the glamour and glory, this intoxicating world concealed its shadows. The very allure that elevated me to greatness also harboured treachery and deception. I found myself ensnared in a web woven by those who coveted my prowess, eager to see me fall from grace.

In those years, I walked a fine line between triumph and disaster, relishing every victory while remaining ever-vigilant against the unseen perils that lurked in the shadows.

The Years I Was The Gambling God

As the door swung open, a boisterous group strode confidently into the room. Among them, one individual stood out prominently. Dressed in a tailored suit and a trench coat, with a slicked-back hairstyle, he bore several fresh, scabbed injuries on his face. This man was none other than the infamous "fake gambling god," Gaoyuan. 


Beside him was the brother-in-law of the Qi family. The moment he entered, Gaoyuan bellowed at Vivian, "Who the hell is causing trouble on my sister-in-law's turf?" 


The "sister-in-law" he referred to was, of course, Vivian. Ignoring him entirely, Vivian hurried over to her brother-in-law, linking her arm through his and pouting, "Darling, he's bullying me!" She pointed accusingly at Alaric. 


To my surprise, the brother-in-law immediately withdrew his arm, a frown creasing his brow as he shot an irritated glance at Vivian. She responded with a glare, revealing that he was quite cautious—not wanting to publicly acknowledge their relationship. 


Chapter 185: The primary wife