After 100 Twisted Games Goodbye Ex-Husband Chapter 01
The Twisted Games For Love
Everyone in the elite circles knew—Julian loved playing twisted games.
Every time he collected ten women, there had to be an elimination round.
The ones who survived moved to the next level. Whoever won all one hundred rounds would become his wife.
I had made it to round ninety-nine.
I was ruthless enough. I’d played every single one of his games without making a sound.
Julian’s gaze grew more appreciative each time. He even brought me into his world, making everyone call me “ma’am.”
Just when I was about to become the victor, I saw something.
Julian had Bella cornered outside the private room door. He was kissing her like his life depended on it.
“The fifth bullet,” he whispered against her lips. “That’s the real one.”
“Got it,” Bella breathed.
—
My heart clenched so hard I couldn’t breathe.
But before I could process it, the game started.
I watched Bella get the rigged turn order—second to shoot.
If I kept playing, I would lose.
I took a deep breath. Met Julian’s calm, empty eyes.
“Hazel.” He swirled his wine glass. “Still want to play? You know I always make sure you win.”
The room erupted in knowing laughter.
His friends whistled. Their eyes darted between him and me.
“Julian’s still got a soft spot for his girl. This round’s a done deal.”
“New girl’s got guts challenging her. Doesn’t she know who Julian loves?”
“Just quit now. Save yourself the embarrassment.”
Bella sat across from us. Her body trembled. But she spoke up, stubborn. “I won’t quit. I want to play.”
Julian’s eyes flashed with intrigue.
“Interesting.” He smiled lazily at me. “Let’s make this quick, then. I’m looking forward to using the new sex toys with you tonight.”
Pathetic.
He’d already rigged it for Bella. And he still put on this act like he cared about me.
My heart felt submerged in ice water.
Numb.
I looked up. Met his gaze. “Let’s begin.”
I wanted to see if this man—who kept saying he’d let me win—would really watch me take the fall.
—
The game started.
I drew first. Picked up the revolver. Pressed it to my chest. Pulled the trigger.
Click.
Empty.
The room exhaled in relief. Some people even laughed. Bets were placed.
Julian’s eyes gleamed. He chuckled softly. “Hazel, don’t worry. I’m always betting on you.”
Bella went next.
Her hands shook with fear, but she pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Click.
Empty.
Third turn. Me again. Empty.
But my heart raced faster. Because Julian said the fifth bullet was real.
My whole body trembled. My eyes stung. My vision blurred.
The first-turn card—Julian had arranged that too. He *wanted* me to lose.
Bella fired the fourth shot. She knew it was safe, but she still whimpered like she was scared.
The crowd laughed. “Just quit already. Kneel and apologize. Julian and his girl will let you go.”
“Kid, this gun might not be real, but it still hurts like hell.”
Bella didn’t back down. She pushed the gun toward me.
My heart climbed into my throat.
I stared at Julian. Waiting for him to stop this.
But he just watched. A faint smile on his lips.
No intention of stopping the rigged game.
Time dragged on. Julian frowned.
“Hazel, don’t be scared. You’ll be the winner. You always are.”
My mouth twisted into a bitter smile. My hand shook as I raised the gun to my chest.
Bang!
The bullet slammed into me.
It was rubber—non-lethal. But it still hurt so much I couldn’t breathe.
Bella screamed. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know it would be like this!”
Everyone stared at Julian. Faces pale.
By the rules, whoever got shot lost. The winner would become Julian’s bride.
“Julian, this is—”
Julian stood slowly. Looked down at Bella. His voice was ice-cold.
“No problem. A deal’s a deal.”
He bent down. Scooped Bella into his arms.
His movements were steady. Possessive. He scanned the room. His voice cut through the silence.
“Hazel, you lost. I’m disappointed. But you’re still the only queen in my heart.”
Bella flinched in his arms. But when she looked at me, her eyes flashed with triumph.
My chest throbbed.
Julian carried Bella toward the door.
He didn’t look back at me. Not even once.
