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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 I was lost in thought, Selena reemerged dressed for the occasion. 


The moment I laid eyes on her, I was momentarily awestruck. She wore a flowing, purple silk slip dress that gracefully accentuated her alabaster shoulders. The deep V neckline revealed enticingly charming collarbones, adorned with a delicate crystal pendant that shimmered softly. She had even styled her hair neatly, adding a touch of elegance. 


The mature yet alluring air about her quickened the beat of my heart. Seeing my captivated gaze, Selena playfully chided me, “What’s the matter? Do I look unappealing?” 


Unappealing? I was at a loss for words. Since the day I met Selena, that term had never been applicable to her. 


Pouring us wine, Selena raised her glass to mine in a gentle clink. She then spoke softly, “I must tell you something, but please don't laugh at me, alright?” 


“Go ahead, I'm listening!” I replied. 


Chapter 352: A Turbulent Heart