The Power Of The Powerless Gambler

Chapter 6: Luckiest Whore that Zack has Chosen

The guests' heads turned to a woman who looked noble with a stunning V-neck, A-line, purple-colored gown. Her direction was straight to Yuna, who did nothing but eat peacefully.

Despite her evident distress, she moved like a swan, dragging her lovely gown. Everyone was surprised by what she did impulsively as she reached Yuna's table.

*Swoosh*

The wine dripped onto Yuna's gown from her face, who had no idea who she was.

"You bit*h! What kind of dirty scheme did you use to seduce my fiance? You are just a street whore!"

From the term "fiance," Yuna already knew who she was.

Celine Revira. Her fierce obsession with Zack Avere was no secret. When word spread that the Avere family was searching for a suitable bride for their CEO, Celine wasted no time. Driven by her relentless determination to marry Zack, she had persuaded her father to arrange an instant engagement, ensuring her place at the center of Zack's life.

As the wine splashed across Yuna's outfit, she barely flinched. Her attention remained firmly on the food before her, her focus unshaken by the mess. The spilled wine and the derogatory whispers that followed—calling her a whore or a bitch—were predictable, expected. Yuna had braced herself for such treatment, so, it did little to disturb her.

She carefully rose from her chair and placed the fork and spoon on the table. She had to take a few steps to get to Celine because the table's surface area was enormous. The next second, Yuna's five fingers engraved her face as she slapped her.

Zack, where a few tables away after sending his mother away, was shocked by Yuna's audacity. Meanwhile, Victor's concern was solely on whether the slap had caused any pain to Yuna's hand.

"Starting today, this bitch everyone called in here doesn't share Zachary's bed simply but the last name Avere. Therefore, criticizing me entails disrespecting my husband, Zack Avere."

She proudly displayed her left hand with a diamond wedding ring to show off.

"Guess I am the luckiest whore that Zack has chosen."

A smirk flickered at the corner of her mouth as she watched her hopelessness. Then her eyes wandered to her surroundings, sending threatening signals.

How she changed her character drastically placed people who insulted her freely earlier in a shudder. They expected an intense drama opera between a poor cunty and a swan but felt in tremendous danger in an open-fire battlefield instead.

She knew this was a gambit—one she had to navigate with precision. She could use this moment to her advantage, to either diffuse the situation or turn it in her favor.

"Don't act like you are better than everyone since you are just a pest in his name. Wait until he dumps you; then, you'll see how useless you are. The higher you climb, the harder you fall."

The room was now fully attentive, and Celine's pride, already bruised, was further battered by the unforgiving gaze of the guests. Her breathing grew shallow, and she clenched her fists, struggling to maintain her composure. The humiliation of being struck and publicly admonished was a blow to her ego, and her anger flared uncontrollably.

"But heaven's the limit. So I'll be there tonight. In my husband's soft, sturdy, and wide bed."

Yuna leaned in close to Celine. A low chuckle escaped as she whispered something only Celine could hear. The words were a mystery to the crowd, but the effect was immediate and dramatic.

"Oh! I just said true love stories never have endings."

Celine has everything this girl does not have. Success, fame, looks, education, and even family background, people couldn't find any reason why Zack married her instead. It must be love!