Cruel Stakes High Roller

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I was lying awake on my bed that night. I went over that day's events, over and over, and over again. I didn't know the person who had beaten him into a bloody red pulp. Sure, I could detest what I've done. I could even get in trouble for it, but no more than what trouble he could be in.

I decided that I was going to press charges. I'm going to talk about it with Antoinette in the morning. He cannot go free in the world with what he did. Even as I already got my revenge, it simply wasn't enough.

Besides this thought though, I was kind of fulfilled that I could take care of my sister, but at the same time, Alfred just really bothered me. I had hated him from the start. I just didn't let Antoinette see me angry at him since she loved him too much.

He is selfish, arrogant and stupid.

He used my sister for her money and power in the office. He asks for things that he should be buying my sister and not the other way around. People knew that he just got rich because of Antoinette, and not because of his so-called hard work.

Even with the gold-digging, his personality could have been his only saving grace. But no, fidelity was even a bigger problem with him. I've seen him in clubs flirting with skanks. I could have beaten him then. But I guess, I was thinking clearly that night, and probably decided to just tell Antoinette and let her deal with it to avoid more problems.

But, now I know it was a bad move. Because even as they fought over it, eventually, they got back together— promising my sister that he was a better man.

Is this what you call better?

While my sister, God bless her. Antoinette was the epitome of a selfless woman. She's intelligent, beautiful, and hardworking. She loved unconditionally and was kind, caring and nurturing. I'll be damned if a guy like Alfred would have a girl like her. Antoinette deserved better, way, way better. She might even deserve a prince for all I care. Just not Alfred, I'll go crazy before they even send in their wedding invitations.

Later that night, around a quarter past 2, I thought of how Felice reminded me so much of Antoinette. Not that I know what kind of sister Felice is... nor did I have any idea if she had any siblings for that matter.

But Felice was selfless. She could've flaunted what we have now and destroy my reputation for good—as a chance to get back on what I did to her, but she didn't. Felice is sweet and sensitive like Antoinette. She does not judge and she cares for people. Girls like that are very rare nowadays... and it was just too bad that people like Alfred comes and uses them.

Even for Felice, people like...

Me?

I sat up from the bed and tried to see where my thoughts were going. Was this my conscience speaking to me? I looked in front of a mirror and examined my face.

Arrogant fool. Selfish and stupid. A user-friendly...

I removed my t-shirt to get ready for bed.

So it is true.
I am no better than Alfred.

"NUMERO UNO, Anthony, you're an arrogant pig!"

Felice's voice echoes in my head.

For the first time in my life—there's been a lot of that going on here, I actually took the time to reflect on how I approached life. I reran Felice's spiteful words that afternoon. I tried to absorb every single comment. It wasn't easy and I didn't even think I could change myself.

I had no idea that I had become such a hideous person.

But there was one thing that really bothered me the most... If I was this kind of ugly person, why do I feel as if I have so many friends? Why do I feel as if the world revolves around me?