The 99th Game Was Mine All Along novel Chapter 57

When I unlocked Lorian's phone, the first thing I spotted was his pinned WhatsApp contact—"Jocelyn" with a little heart emoji next to it.

I tapped on their conversation, heart pounding.

Beyond the cute emoji responses were dozens of surveillance videos—of my bedroom.

My private moments captured like I was some kind of lab specimen.

The messages underneath cut deeper than any knife could.

"Like I promised, babe, this is all about payback. I'll play these videos at the wedding ceremony. After that, Sylvia will be completely erased from the Lancelot family picture. And it'll be just you and me—the way it should've been all along."

"Before you become Mrs. Lancelot, I'm clearing out all the obstacles. Nothing but happiness ahead for us."

"Jocelyn, baby, I love you. Always have."

I glanced up at the teddy bear he'd given me six years ago, sitting innocently on my shelf. In the dim light, its eyes seemed to glow with a creepy red light.

So that was it. From day one, he'd been plotting how to get rid of me—just another "obstacle" in his path.

God, I was pathetic—drowning in his fake promises, thinking I was living some fairy tale.

I clicked through to Lorian's private photo album. It was stuffed with pictures of him and Jocelyn together.

Their relationship chronicled from college to now—a complete timeline of their actual love story.

Every holiday when he'd texted me "swamped with work, sorry babe," he was actually with her.

For every gift he gave me, Jocelyn had gotten a matching one. Plus extras I never saw.

The second chat in his messages was with a wedding planner. This whole wedding had been in the works for six freaking months.

From the venue down to the damn fork selection, Lorian had personally micromanaged every detail.

Even the surveillance videos had been edited by him—scenes carefully selected for maximum humiliation.

All for one sick purpose: to completely expose our "inappropriate relationship" at his wedding and watch me burn.

I closed his phone just as I heard the shower turn off. Then I booked a flight leaving the country in three days.

At dinner, Father Lancelot wouldn't shut up about his son's wedding plans.

Lorian put on a show of being annoyed but casually agreed, setting the wedding date for three days later.