Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 384

When it was Nevaeh's turn to face Maeve, she tried something underhanded—subtle manipulation in the way she shook the dice.

Nevaeh had been around long enough to have tricks.

And at a gambling table, she was genuinely skilled.

A dice game like this was supposed to be child's play.

All she needed was to roll first—three sixes.

She'd even paid someone years ago to teach her exactly how.

She snapped the dice out fast.

But instead of three sixes—

she got three ones.

Maeve smiled. "Miss Mendoza… that might be the lowest roll in history."

Nevaeh stared, refusing reality. "That's impossible."

She trusted her technique. There was no way she'd produced that joke of a result.

Maeve calmly placed her own dice down in front of Nevaeh.

Three sixes.

"The dice don't lie," Maeve said coolly. "Just take the loss."

Then she asked, casually lethal:

"Miss Mendoza—your rise in the entertainment world has a lot to do with Benjamin Bright, the man behind Spark Industries, doesn't it?"

The question hit like a gunshot.

Nevaeh wasn't ready—couldn't even hide it.

Around the room, faces shifted. Not shock exactly—something darker. Recognition.

At the mention of Benjamin's name, the air turned strange.

Landon's expression flickered, light to shadow. He was clearly shaken.

Even Andres frowned, as if he hadn't expected Maeve to go there in public.

It took Nevaeh a long moment to find her voice.

"Miss Vance, I don't know what you're talking about."

Maeve's gaze was razor-bright. "So answer the question—or donate."

For a few seconds Nevaeh was trapped either way.

If she answered, the lie detector would be waiting.

If she refused, she'd look guilty.

Andres, watching Maeve, felt a quiet awe.

She didn't strike often.

But when she did, she went straight for the throat.

The game continued.

And just as Maeve promised, no matter who sat across from her, the outcome was the same:

Lose.

When Maeve reached her twentieth consecutive win, she pointed directly at Landon.

"Mr. Hart," she said, "from here on out, the table is just you and me."

Landon's unease had turned into real caution.

This girl was far more dangerous than he'd assumed.

He forced a smile. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"

Maeve's voice was light. "Winning twenty straight comes with a reward."

"And my reward is this: the next twenty games are just you and me."

Landon chuckled as if it were nothing. "Sure. If you ask something I don't want to answer, I'll just donate."