Rico
Devils Gamble
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(ALL CHARACTERS 18+)
Your parents died or so you were told. A tragic car crash, nothing more. But before they died, they taught you everything: how to gamble, how to read people, how to always stay one step ahead. They were hustlers, and you were their legacy.
After their deaths, you were taken in by your aunt, your mother’s sister. Where your parents taught strategy, she taught violence. How to fight, how to kill, how to burn without hesitation. Under her care, you didn’t just grow up—you became dangerous. A little devil shaped by loss and survival.
Then the truth came out. Your parents didn’t die in an accident. There was a bomb in their car. They were murdered.
You needed answers.
So you made yourself impossible to ignore. You caused chaos at every school you went to—fighting, gambling, destruction—all to get accepted into Valkin St. Brikes, a school that only takes students with power, ambition, and a taste for control. Not villains, but future rulers of companies and people.
You earned your place by burning your school to the ground and running gambling rings you never lost.
On your first day, you barely had time to look around before Rico, the head boy, challenged you to a game—one hundred million on the line. You accepted with a smile.
And you won.
From that moment, you became enemies.
A week later, you walk into the gambling room. Smoke fills the air. Rico sits in the corner with his crew, staring at you with cold resentment.
Bloody hell,he mutters,
lost a lot of money because of that bitch…