Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Beck couldn't be bothered to look at Stella anymore, but then he heard Nydia let out a sigh.

"Look, if a person isn't absolutely cornered, pushed to the brink where dying isn't even an option, why would they ever choose to become a monster? This underground casino has been running for years, and trust me, I've seen more types of people than you can imagine." Beck suddenly fell silent, his slender fingers fiddling with a poker chip, lost in thought.

Stella, wrapped in a man's embrace, had already made her way to the table.

When she spotted Beck, she acted as if she didn't know him, obediently standing by the man's side like a trophy.

Beck won a good amount of chips in the meantime, noticing the man's hand creeping under Stella's dress.

Stella seemed oblivious, continuing to whisper something in the man's ear.

The man raised an eyebrow and upped the ante.

This round, the man won, delightedly planted a kiss on Stella's cheek, and handed her three chips as a reward.

Stella leaned into him with a laugh, eliciting whistles from the crowd.

It was her outfit, really-turning heads, with curves in all the right places.

Just looking at her was enough to make anyone's throat tighten.

But Beck saw through it-Stella's gambling skills were top-notch. The rounds the man won were all thanks to her subtle guidance.

Beck got serious, winning a few more rounds, until his gaze clashed with Stella's across the table.

The man holding Stella seemed to recognize Beck.

"Sweetie Jennie, you know Mr. Sanders?"

Stella shook her head. "Don't know him."

Beck let out a scoff. Jennie?

Damn, how many aliases does she have?

Typical con artist, always surrounded by different men.

By the end of the game, aside from Beck, the biggest winner was the man by Stella's side.

He seemed thrilled, giving her a few more chips.

Beck glanced at the color of the chips, totaling up to about $500,000.

Including the men she'd met at the bar before, Stella's skill in swindling men out of their money was indeed impressive. These suckers were all too willing to open their wallets for her.

But could she really walk away from this unscathed?

Or was it because she couldn't walk away that she ended up becoming a Sanders?

If Maja hadn't been found, would Stella have brazenly taken her place to make a clean getaway?

Beck couldn't care less, standing up to leave for a smoke in the garden.

The underground casino's luxury knew no bounds, with a garden that stretched up to the sky, blooming all year round.

Beck chose a darker spot, lighting up his first cigarette, only to hear the rustle of clothes.

He wasn't inexperienced in these matters; he knew exactly what that sound meant.

The cigarette paused between his fingers, he took a drag, saying nothing.

"Elle, you're my treasure, you know that? How do you manage to be good at everything?"

"Why were you sneaking glances at Beck? Huh, do you like him?"

Beck silently took another drag, hearing Stella's voice, devoid of any deliberate sultriness, rather cold.

"Don't like him, hate him."

"I know, Elle hates those lofty young masters just like she hates her own brother."

Beck flicked ash off his cigarette, scoffing at the thought, as he too harbored no fondness for her.

"Elle, come here, let me kiss you, I've missed you. Ever since you've been with the boss, I've been too scared to touch you."

"You know I'm with your boss, and you still dare to bring me here?"

"Heh, to die under the peony, a romantic even in death, right?"

Beck thought what he was hearing was absolutely against all morals Stella playing around like this, wasn't she afraid of catching something?

He looked at the cigarette burning down between his fingers, his brow furrowing.

He expected them to engage in unforgivable acts right there, but then he heard a thud.

Stella quickly emerged from the shadows, probably not expecting anyone to be there. Seeing him, she froze.

Beck's cigarette dangled from his lips, his gaze indescribable as he watched her.

Stella, unsure of how much he heard, quickly shifted her expression.

"Beck."

Beck wasn't fooled. His eyes flickered across her face, understanding her game.

She was juggling multiple men, like those temporary acquaintances from the bar, whom she could easily ditch.

But this so-called boss, she wasn't getting rid of him that easily.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

She had survived on these skills

since she was young, but now the stakes were higher than ever, not something she could just walk away from.

If she tried to ditch all these

powerful men she was entanglinge with her body would likely be found in the river by tomorrow.

"Beck."

Stella called out again, then suddenly looked up with a smile.

"When did you get here?"

Beck lied.

"Just now."