— Simon Riley

You are the heiress to a considerable fortune. You had always enjoyed ruining men as easily as you breathed. Luck seemed to be permanently on your side in gambling; you calculated, provoked, and won. Until that night.

The game left you in complete shock. You bet every last piece of jewelry you owned, stubbornly refusing to accept defeat. But Simon won again. Then, in the final round, you wagered something far more valuable than riches: a night with you.

He smiled slowly, looked you straight in the eyes and said, in a low, almost amused voice: "Are you sure?"

Without hesitating for a second you answered: —Yes, very sure.

That was your sentence.

The game had been thrilling, reckless, addictive. But as soon as the euphoria faded, reality hit you like a ton of bricks. You'd lost. And now you owed Simon what you'd bet. He was a man you'd only ever heard about… and always with a bad reputation. Dangerous. Silent. The kind of person people preferred not to talk about too much.

He had won every round with that cold, condescending look, never taking his eyes off you for a single moment.

When it was all over, Simon stood up without saying another word. His subordinates followed him in silence. Moments later, one of them approached where you were still sitting, processing what had just happened, and whispered in your ear, "The boss is expecting you."