The Villains Must Win-Chapter 204: No Second Chances 4

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Chapter 204: No Second Chances 4

Lina’s hands eased open as she smoothed them across her lap, lifting her chin with practiced grace.

"I want to break up with you," she said calmly, her voice void of tremble or hesitation.

No drama. No pleading. Just a clean, cutting statement delivered with the cool finality of someone who had already let go.

She watched his reaction carefully, not missing the flicker in his eyes.

The first crack.

And it was only just beginning.

Christian didn’t react immediately.

For a second, silence filled the room—thick and heavy. Then a low chuckle escaped his lips, amused and almost patronizing.

"Come on, Lina," he said, shaking his head with a crooked smile. "You’re joking, right?"

Lina’s expression didn’t shift. Her back was straight, her hands composed on her lap, her gaze level and unwavering.

There was no smile on her face. No humor in her eyes. Just cool determination and a quiet, growing storm beneath the surface.

Christian’s smile faltered. His brows twitched, just slightly, and then he scoffed. "Seriously? This is how you want to play now? Breakup talk? What is this, some kind of test? Or some kind of ploy to get my attention?"

"I’m not playing anything, Christian." Her voice was steady. "I meant every word."

He laughed again, louder this time—but it was hollow. The kind of laugh people let out when they were buying time. When reality slapped too hard and too fast, and the only thing left to do was stall the moment.

Lina felt it then—the shift.

The air turned taut. Charged.

Christian stopped laughing. He stood there, staring at her like he was seeing her for the first time. Then he turned and started pacing.

Back and forth. Slow. Measured. Unsettling.

Lina’s spine stiffened.

In her memories, Christian had never been like this. Cold at times, distant often, and always careful with appearances—but not . . . unhinged.

Not like this.

What she was seeing now wasn’t the calculated aloofness of a man focused on his image.

This was something darker. Something disturbed.

Was he truly the villain?

Because so far, every so-called villain in this modern world she had been thrown into . . . they didn’t start that way. The story twisted them. The world pushed them to become the villain.

Slowly, deliberately, they were all forced down a path where the only way to go—was to become a psychopathic villain.

He suddenly turned to her, voice clipped and sharp. "You think you can just say that and walk away?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Why not? You clearly don’t want this relationship anymore. You’re in love with Stacey, aren’t you? Always had and always will."

Christian flinched at the name.

"Isn’t that what all this has been about?" Lina pressed. "You’ve been away for months. Lying. Hiding. Treating me like a stranger in public. And when Stacey came back, you—" Her voice cracked slightly, but she caught it before it weakened her resolve. "You didn’t even try to hide how happy you were."

His jaw clenched.

"I saw the video, Christian. You kissed her. In front of your friends."

He didn’t deny it. Instead, he looked at her like she had said something wrong. Like she had missed a crucial detail.

"I told you that was a game. I have no choice there," he said, his voice quieter now.

Lina blinked, stunned. "Let’s just stop pretending Christian. We both know that you have already announce your engagement to her in the media. Wouldn’t it be easier—for both of us if I just leave?"

Christian walked toward her, slowly, the way a lion might stalk prey not out of hunger but out of insult.

"Because you don’t get to leave me, Lina."

His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried the weight of something unmovable. "I’ve already explained this to you—it was arranged by our parents. I can’t just break that off overnight. But I told you not to worry about her. Now that everything’s changed . . . once things settle, I’ll end the engagement. Alright?"

Her breath caught in her throat. Did he really think she would still fall for that? After everything he had done? After what she now knew—that he had taken away their child without her knowledge, without her consent?

There was no way she could forgive him. And if it weren’t for the game she was desperate to win, the goal she clung to with every fiber of her being, she wouldn’t even be wasting her time here.

But this man . . . this man might just be the most villainous character she had ever come across.

And she was supposed to make him win?

Against her will, against her pride, she would do it—because that perfect score, that flawless record, meant everything.

"You’re not going anywhere, Lina."

Lina blinked. The chill in Christian’s voice made her pause. His words weren’t loud, but they struck her like iron.

"What’s the point, Christian?" she asked, bewildered by his reaction. "Shouldn’t you be happy? You love Stacey, don’t you? So why hold on to me?"

Her voice trembled, not with fear—but with disbelief. "What do you still need me for? We both know where your priorities lie. You’ve chosen Stacey over and over again. We’ve been in a relationship for more than five years, but I’ve always been your secret. Am I supposed to be your mistress once you marry her too?"

Christian exhaled slowly and stepped forward, reaching for her hand. But Lina pulled it back before he could touch her. His fingers clenched slightly, but his face remained composed—at least on the surface.

"I know I haven’t been there for you," he said, trying to sound calm and rational. "I know I made mistakes. But I promised I’d make it up to you. I just need more time to fix everything. Stacey’s family owns a lot of businesses, and staying close to her benefits me—my future, our future. Once things are stable, I’ll break the engagement. I swear I will. Then I’ll make it official between us. I’ll tell everyone."

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