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The Bet That Ruined Us CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO
[RICARDO'S MANSION - LIVING ROOM]The massive flat-screen TV displayed Ruby's latest runway show, the footage captured in stunning high definition. Ruby sat curled up on the plush sofa, squeezed between her boyfriend Ricardo and his older sister Summer, a bowl of popcorn balanced precariously on her lap."Oh my God, pause it, pause it!" Summer shrieked, pointing at the screen. "Ruby, what is that face you are making? You look like you are constipated!"Ricardo grabbed the remote and hit pause, freezing the image of Ruby mid-stride on the runway, her face caught in an admittedly unflattering expression.Ruby gasped, her mouth dropping open. "I do not look constipated! That is my smolder!""That is your what?" Ricardo asked, trying and failing to hold back his laughter."My smolder! You know, like a sexy, mysterious look.""Baby, that is not a smolder," Ricardo said, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. "That is... I do not even know what that is, but it is definitely not sex
The Bet That Ruined Us CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE
[GC GROUP OF COMPANIES]Shayla stepped out of the elevator onto the twentieth floor, a small smile playing on her lips as she clutched her purse and the takeout bag she had picked up on the way. Classes had ended early today, some kind of faculty meeting that had canceled her afternoon anatomy lab, and she had decided on impulse to surprise Grayson at work.She had not had lunch yet. Nathaniel had texted earlier saying he was swamped with back-to-back surgeries and would not be able to meet, so instead of eating alone in the hospital cafeteria, she had decided to come see her man.The thought made her smile wider. Her man. Grayson Cross was hers, and she was his, and she was allowed to show up at his office whenever she wanted.Or so she thought.She walked confidently down the hallway toward Grayson's office, familiar with the route from her own time working here as his PA.Her hand had just reached for the door handle when a sharp voice stopped her."Ma'am, you cannot walk into a pr
The Bet That Ruined Us CHAPTER EIGHTY
The three SUVs moved through the city traffic in a coordinated convoy, the lead vehicle carrying Shayla, Ruby, and Ayven, with Lucas behind the wheel. The two security vehicles flanked them, one in front and one behind, filled with Grayson's private security team.Ruby sat in the back seat next to Shayla, scrolling through her phone and occasionally laughing at something she saw. Shayla sat beside her, looking out the window with a small smile, enjoying the rare afternoon off from classes.In the front passenger seat, Ayven had insisted on sitting, arguing that he was old enough to sit in the front like a grown-up. Lucas had agreed, much to Shayla's exasperation, and now Ayven sat with his seatbelt securely fastened, chattering away about his excitement to see Grandma Madonna."Rubees, fine girlie will love you, trust me," Ayven said, turning in his seat to look at Ruby. "I have told her so much about you. She is really excited to meet my dynamic duo partner.""You told her, or I did?
The Bet That Ruined Us CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE
[GC GROUP OF COMPANIES - GRAYSON'S OFFICE]Grayson sat behind his desk, his fingers drumming an agitated rhythm on the polished surface. His computer screen displayed financial reports that he should have been reviewing, but his mind was elsewhere, stuck on the text message he had received earlier that morning.Another message from an unknown number.“Don't you like this game we're playing? Besides, you have always loved games like your father.”Trevor had not been able to trace it. The number was another burner phone, purchased with cash, impossible to track. Lucas had found nothing suspicious in the security footage from the mansion or the office. Whoever was sending these messages was a ghost.And Grayson was getting tired of chasing ghosts.A knock at the door interrupted his spiraling thoughts. He looked up to see Monica standing in the doorway, her expression professionally pleasant."Sir, you have a meeting with Mr. Benjamin Hale in five minutes," she reminded him, glancing at
The Bet That Ruined Us CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT
[PRIVATE LOUNGE ]The private lounge was tucked away on the top floor of one of the city's most exclusive hotels, a space reserved for members only. The interior was all dark wood paneling, plush leather seating, and subdued lighting that created an atmosphere of secrecy and discretion. It was the kind of place where powerful people met to discuss things they did not want the world to know about.Sasha Volkov sat in a corner booth, partially hidden from view by a decorative screen. A bottle of expensive wine sat on the table in front of her, half empty, and she swirled the dark liquid in her glass with an air of impatience. Her phone lay face-up on the table, and she had checked it at least a dozen times in the past twenty minutes.She was about to pick it up again, to send an irritated text demanding to know where the hell he was, when she saw him enter the lounge. Nathaniel Brooks walked through the entrance, his hair slightly disheveled as if he had been running his hands through i
The Bet That Ruined Us CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN
[GRAYSON CROSS MANSION - MASTER BEDROOM]Shayla and Grayson lay in bed, both of them freshly showered and dressed in comfortable sleepwear, the day finally behind them.Grayson had his arm around Shayla, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It had become their nightly ritual, this quiet time together where they could decompress and reconnect after being apart all day."How was your day today?" Grayson asked, his fingers trailing lazily up and down her arm."It was fine," Shayla said, her voice soft and content. "Classes went well. We are covering cardiovascular anatomy right now, which is fascinating. And I have a practical exam next week that I am both excited and terrified about.""That sounds interesting," Grayson said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I have no doubt you will do amazingly on your exam. You have always been brilliant, Ayla."Shayla felt warmth spread through her chest at his words, at the absolute confidence in his voice
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