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Darling lost at cards and pawned me off to Felicity, the socialite of New York City.
She locked me in an iron cage, leaving me bloody and torn by vicious dogs, enduring endless mockery.
Some said I was an auction item.
Others laughed that I was like a worthless mutt.
Before I passed out, I asked Darling, "Why is it me again? You're the one who signed that betting agreement to help Granger."
She sneered, "What are you yelling for? You're thick-skinned and used to it anyway. Another week or two won't kill you."
With that, she took Granger's arm - her male bestie - and left, chatting and laughing.
But what she didn't know...
This time, the collateral period was permanent.

Darling Gambled Me Away

She could freely show her other side, whether it was acting coy or being unreasonable.


She said she loved me more and more, and became increasingly dependent on me.


I scrambled to raise money, preparing the startup funds; when the company had no orders, I ran around seeking partnerships.


Countless social obligations ruined my stomach with alcohol.


I even coughed up blood multiple times, forcing me to quit my job to recover.


Felicity asked me if I had always known about Callie's male best friend.


I said I only found out after we were married.


I remember that day, while helping Callie pack up her things, I suddenly discovered a yellowed photo album full of pictures of Granger and Felicity together.


Only then did Callie come clean, saying Granger had long since gone abroad to study.


Chapter 7