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First year after I was reunited with my biological family, my foster sister Vanessa suggested we take a trip to Las Vegas to bond. For safety reasons, my fiance Lucas decided to accompany us. Little did I know, they would rack up a massive gambling debt at the casino. To escape, Lucas left me behind as collateral and fled with Vanessa, disappearing without a trace. The casino thugs held me down, ready to take out their frustrations on me. As I struggled desperately, I caught a glimpse of the gang leader's phone screen. The contact labeled Casino Owner was a number I knew all too well. It belonged to Dominic, the brother who had doted on me for over a decade. Where's that bitch? Bring her to me. I cowered in the corner of the room, trembling. The locked door was being kicked in, one forceful blow after another. A week ago, I never would have imagined that the Las Vegas trip my fiance planned would lead me to an underground casino. He and Vanessa gambled recklessly day and night, but in

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First year after I was reunited with my biological family, my foster sister Vanessa suggested we take a trip to Las Vegas to bond. For safety reasons, my fiance Lucas decided to accompany us. Little did I know, they would rack up a massive gambling debt at the casino. To escape, Lucas left me behind as collateral and fled with Vanessa, disappearing without a trace. The casino thugs held me down, ready to take out their frustrations on me. As I struggled desperately, I caught a glimpse of the gang leader's phone screen. The contact labeled Casino Owner was a number I knew all too well. It belonged to Dominic, the brother who had doted on me for over a decade. Where's that bitch? Bring her to me. I cowered in the corner of the room, trembling. The locked door was being kicked in, one forceful blow after another. A week ago, I never would have imagined that the Las Vegas trip my fiance planned would lead me to an underground casino. He and Vanessa gambled recklessly day and night, but in

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