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

At that moment, as blood gushed forth, Vivian found herself momentarily frozen. 


Though she was capricious and prone to temper tantrums, she had never imagined that she would resort to taking a life. 


Her hands, now stained crimson, trembled as Selena once more extended a handkerchief, softly saying, “Remember, sister, in the face of adversity, do not be afraid. After all, one must always take responsibility for one’s actions. Just like now, both of you are accountable for your love!” 


Selena's voice was melodious as if speaking of some event entirely disconnected from herself. 


From the moment they entered this private room, both Vivian and her brother-in-law had succumbed to the atmosphere crafted by Selena. Initially instilling fear, she ultimately led them to mutual enmity and a complete unravelling. Under her insidious influence, Vivian, in a state of irrationality, had struck the fatal blow. 


And all of it unfolded as if predestined. This Selena was far from ordinary! 


Chapter 187: The Video